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I am a woman of my word! More charity ficlets, this time the promised Kradam (and Bradam) batch. (If you're linked to this post directly and want to see it with the cut tags intact, click here.)
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Adam/Kris. 1860 words. NC-17. For daemonicangel. HS AU, part of the Six Months 'verse.
Fumble
Prompt: Anything in the Six Months 'verse. (First time blowjobs.)
"He's upstairs," said Neil, then headed straight back to the piano, leaving Kris in the open doorway with a clear path to the stairs. Kris hadn't even said anything, Neil just opened the door and pointed him in the right direction. Not that Kris would've gone to Adam's house for any other reason than to see him but it still made him a little self-conscious, the vague suspicion that Neil might have an idea what he was really there for.
Kris took the stairs two at a time, taking his jacket off as he went, his sock feet still light enough on the carpeting that when he knocked on Adam's half-open bedroom door, Adam seemed surprised that he was there.
"Neil let me in," said Kris, jerking a thumb back over his shoulder. "Is he the only one home?"
"Yep," said Adam, and got up to tug on Kris's shirt to get him into his bedroom faster, closing the door behind him. "I'm going to put some music on so he thinks we're just doing that or something."
Kris still had the unsettling feeling that Neil wouldn't be fooled by that at all. That Neil would be smirking at his keyboard as soon as he heard loud music drifting down the stairs.
"So I guess we're going to be doing something else instead?" said Kris, ducking his head and sliding his hands into his own back pockets and rocking back on his heels as Adam turned the volume up. Zeppelin, which Kris figured was decent as far as mood music went.
"As if you don't know that already," said Adam. "I've been thinking about kissing you all day. You're really distracting."
"Good thing we finished our homework last night, then," said Kris. Even if the only reason they already finished an entire weekend's worth of homework was because they couldn't find any privacy. "I had to help clean the garage before I came over. I promised over Christmas, when Mom had trouble finding the outdoor lights."
"And you'd never break a promise," said Adam, which was true but the way he said it Kris was pretty sure he was thinking more about Kris's promise that he wanted to spend a lot of time with him this weekend, especially after being blocked at every turn last night.
"Never," Kris promised him, and he wasn't waiting any longer for them to kiss. Not when they'd both waited at least two minutes longer than was strictly necessary. Adam's hands were all over him as soon as they did, tugging at Kris's shirt, sliding along his bare skin, touching his face, his arms, and finally, clutching at both of his hands, lacing their fingers together and gripping desperately.
Kris's eyes were closed and he was smiling when they finally parted, and mostly he wanted to get his hands into Adam's pants, or Adam's hands into his pants, or something involving hands and pants because now that he finally had a boyfriend he couldn't get enough of him.
"If you wanted this more, you would've been naked when I got here," he murmured, shuffling forward a little so that Adam was forced back towards his bed.
"If I was naked when you got here, I might've really traumatized my brother," said Adam. "He hasn't seen me naked since I was about six years old."
"You look good naked, though," said Kris. "I've been thinking about that almost as much as I've been thinking about kissing you. Not that anything is really better than kissing you."
"I think kissing while jerking each other off is a little bit better," said Adam, "but that sort of includes kissing, so maybe that doesn't count."
"I want to try something, though," said Kris, "if you think you're ready."
"If it involves you and me, I think I am," said Adam, so quickly he couldn’t have thought about it before answering.
"No, seriously," said Kris, kissing up along Adam's jaw. "I want to, you know, go down on you. I want to try it, if you do."
"Oh," said Adam, exhaling loudly, his fingers gripping Kris's even more tightly. "Oh. Will you want me to...?"
"Only if you want to," said Kris, even though the answer was really yes. "Only if you're ready."
"I really want to," said Adam though, and Kris tried not to show how relieved he was by that. Even though it totally would've been okay if Adam just wanted to jerk him off. Really. "I've been thinking about it too. We even came kind of close, last week."
"I know, right?" said Kris. "I almost, but then we didn't."
"We will this time, though," said Adam, and that was enough talking about it. Adam let go of his hands so they could scramble out of the rest of their clothes, and they just left them where they fell in their scramble towards Adam's bed, stumbling and rolling over each other when they reached it.
Adam really did look good naked, if you asked Kris. Adam didn't really think so, but sometimes when they were together and Adam'd stopped being so self-conscious, Kris liked to just look at him and think about how Adam was his. That Adam was his boyfriend. That he finally not only had the thing he'd been aching for, but it was Adam. Adam who was wonderful and smart and funny and gorgeous.
"You're looking at me," said Adam as he kissed Kris's shoulder, as they rolled over so they were side by side.
"Of course I'm looking at you," said Kris. "Where else am I going to look?"
Kris really did love kissing, he loved it more than just about anything, but now that they'd agreed they were going to try this Kris wanted to do it. Especially since they were both hard and eager already. He didn't want them to start thinking about it too hard and maybe start to get nervous. Right now he wasn't nervous at all.
He kissed Adam's lips, his throat, his chest, even the nipples that were tiny hard peaks on his chest. That he'd done before, he'd kissed all the way down to Adam's belly, but anything below that was new territory.
"Oh wow, oh God, oh wow," Adam said as he moved further down, maybe as it dawned on him that they were really going to do it.
"Don't accidentally break my nose or anything," said Kris, because that would be embarrassing forever, even if nobody else ever knew how he broke it. Adam half laughed and half just breathed as Kris kissed his hip and then hesitated only a moment before taking Adam's cock in his hand and kissing the side of it. It really wasn't that weird at all.
Actually, it was kind of awesome.
He thought about telling Adam what he was doing, but he looked up and saw that Adam's eyes were closed and his mouth was open and he looked like he was just about completely lost in it, so Kris decided to just keep doing what he was doing. He planted little kisses all the way up and down it, mouth getting wetter and wider as he went, until he finally felt like it was time and sucked a little bit on the head.
He'd tasted Adam's come before so he knew what it was going to taste like, sort of, but there was nothing he could think of that was really anything like having Adam's cock in his mouth. He sucked a little harder, let it slide a little deeper, but it seemed like hardly any time at all before Adam was shoving frantically at him.
He barely had time to move his head away before Adam was gasping and coming, narrowing missing Kris's face when he did. Kris left his hand on Adam's cock, moving it slowly until Adam sagged back on the bed.
"Oh my God that was so good," he said laying his hand over Kris's so they were both just laying over his spent cock. "I just need a minute."
"Sure," said Kris, and rubbed himself against the bedspread a little just to take the edge off. It didn't really help.
"I mean it," said Adam, "don't come before I get there. You have to feel this, Kris."
"It's pretty easy to do," Kris told him, kissing his hip one more time before finally moving, crawling back up the bed again to kiss Adam's cheek, right in front of his ear. "Can I kiss you?"
"Do you even have to ask?" said Adam. "Are you worried because you just had your mouth on my junk?" Kris was, actually, but that worry was completely taken way when Adam grabbed him and kissed him fiercely. "Okay. Okay, I'm ready."
And Kris, Kris was more than ready, though he'd been trying to stay cool about it, trying not to pressure Adam into anything. Adam just zipped right down, though, full of renewed energy now as he started right at the head, kissing the tip before heading further south.
Kris actually shuddered as he did, and Adam was right, a mouth was nothing like a hand, no matter how tight you gripped, no matter how much lotion you used. It was a totally, completely different thing. Adam's kisses were fast, and wet, and open-mouthed as he sucked a little bit with each one. Kris was dying a little he wanted it so bad, and he actually moaned as Adam finally slipped the head into his mouth.
It was easy to understand why Adam had come so fast when he'd done it, though Kris was determined to hold out as long as he could, to feel this for as long as possible. Adam sucked lightly, then a little harder, then lightly again, then rubbed the base of his cock with his thumb as he slipped it further inside his mouth.
When he swirled his tongue around, though, Kris was absolutely done.
"Adam," he said. "Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam."
Adam got the message, pulling away and jerking just twice before Kris was coming all over his stomach and Adam's hand with a soft, breathless moan.
"Oh, you were so right," he said when he felt like he could put words together again. "That was the best thing ever."
"We're going to do it again, right?" said Adam, and Kris shuddered all over again when he licked at Kris's stomach, obviously taking a little taste. "You're right, that was pretty easy."
"We're going to do it again every day," said Kris, and right in that moment he absolutely meant it. "And also in about half an hour. Maybe it'll even last a little longer next time, which is good because I really kind of want to actually suck you."
"Keep talking like that and it'll be less than half an hour," said Adam as he made it back up to Kris's throat, nuzzling it before they just wrapped their arms around each other and started kissing again. Soft, slow, gentle kisses.
"Just think," said Kris, "if that was so good, imagine how great the rest is going to be."
Adam/Kris. 1445 words. PG-13. For krismc09. HS AU, part of the Six Months 'verse.
The Homework Book
Prompt: Anything in the Six Months 'verse. (Dating difficulties.)
It was always going to be easier to go out in a group, especially their group, which was close and affectionate to begin with. No one would have any reason to jump to conclusions about them. Not that people would, but it was something you thought about when you were seventeen and gay with a boyfriend that nobody knew about. But Kris didn't always just want to go out with the group, and he didn't always want to hide out in his bedroom or Adam's pretending to even their families that they were only friends.
Kris really hated lying, and sneaking around with Adam was closer to lying than just never talking about his sexuality had been, but he didn't know what else to do before they were ready to tell. So he avoided. He avoided talking about everything to do with his personal life and hoped that if he never talked about it, no one would ever ask.
That was where The Homework Book came in. Kris was very careful when he made it, a few pages devoted to every subject he was taking this semester but nothing that would necessarily reflect any specific assignment. It was just an innocuous spiral notebook that he carried everywhere with him, so that any time spent with Adam could be passed off as studying. Legitimately.
All they had to do was leave it open on the table while sharing a plate of french fries, or on the steps out back of the school.
As long as they were studying, they had a bulletproof reason to be together.
Sometimes they managed a movie, too, as long as they didn't arrive together, buy each other tickets or stand in the concession line together, but tonight they were just doing tacos at the popular little place by the theatre, with the Homework Book open beside them. After all, another trick was not to avoid the places everyone else went, unless you really went out of your way. Finding you together someplace unusual was a lot more damning than finding you someplace you were expected to be.
Kris's left shoe was off under the table, checkered tablecloth draped to the floor so that nobody could see (and nobody could see the state of the tables or the floor either) and his toes were up under the hem of Adam's jeans, just at his ankle.
"Did you see Tommy after class today?" said Kris, picking at his second taco. "That girl, man, she's got him all turned around. What the heck did he do to his hair?"
"I like it," said Adam, looking both ways then stealing a piece of Kris's food and popping it in his mouth. "It's edgy."
"He's not doing it to be edgy, though," said Kris, "he's doing it because he wants to impress her, and I don't think she even noticed."
"I'd do a lot of crazy things to impress you," said Adam quietly. "Actually, I kind of did."
"That wasn't crazy, that was awesome," said Kris. "Okay, fair point, though. Maybe she'll think Tommy's is awesome too."
"Or maybe somebody will," said Adam, because the truth was that she really kind of didn't know that he was alive, and maybe it was better that way because Kris couldn't think of a single thing they had in common. She didn't even like music all that much.
"I hope so," said Kris, waiting for Adam to steal more of his food before taking a bite for himself. "She's got him running around in circles, though. If it all goes badly, he might need some, you know."
"Beer?"
Kris let out a surprised laugh and nudged his knee. "I was thinking more like a guys' night in," he said, "but you know him better than I do."
"He'd probably prefer the beer," said Adam, "but I'm not getting in trouble getting him any. Movies where shit blows up will have to do."
"I've got a few of those," said Kris, "and I could steal some from Daniel."
"Or maybe Tommy will get the girl," said Adam. "Heads up, incoming."
Kris casually looked up and saw Matt near the front door, heading for their table. "I've got it open to Spanish," he murmured, in case Adam hadn't seen. Then they both completely casually waited for him to arrive.
"Hey guys, what are you working on?" said Matt, pulling a chair closer and straddling it backwards. A pose that suggested he wasn't planning to stay long, which Kris was grateful for. He'd already pulled his leg away from Adam's, slowly and casually to not attract any attention.
"Reviewing Spanish grammar," said Kris, tapping his fingers against the edge of the book.
"On a Friday night?" said Matt. "That's just sad."
"Yeah, but we're doing it with tacos," said Adam. "That automatically makes it better."
"It really doesn't," said Matt, but better to be considered lame, than...well. Actually, Kris wasn't even sure that was true. "Are you guys heading out to the party tomorrow?"
"Yeah, probably," said Kris. "Everybody's going, right?"
"You think I could catch a lift?"
Oh, so that was what this was about. Kris was actually relieved, because it meant that once he got his answer Matt was probably going to move on to something more befitting a Friday night.
"I was going to go with Katy," said Kris, "but I can ask if she has room for one more?"
"Hey, I'll trunk dive if I have to," said Matt, "I just don't want to miss it because my mom won't let me borrow her car and my best friend's out of town."
"Your mom won't let you borrow the car because you spilled half a gallon of orange drink in the back last time," said Kris.
"Which was so not my fault," said Matt. "So we're good?"
"I'm pretty sure it'll be cool," said Kris. "I'll call you if it's not, how about?"
"Cool," said Matt, and pushed himself up off the chair tonight. "We're hitting the late show, you guys should come."
"I really need to learn this stuff," said Kris, wrinkling his nose like he really did want to go to the movies but he was too conscientious. "I have a feeling there's going to be a pop quiz on Monday."
"Loser," said Matt, but he delivered it with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, man. You too, Lambert."
Adam gave him a nod and Kris gave him a wave and then the Homework Book was forgotten again as Kris slid his knee over to press up against Adam's again.
"Now," said Kris. "Where were we?"
"We were about as far as we could get without abandoning our tacos and heading back to your place," said Adam, grinning at him before shoving some food in his mouth to hide it.
Kris laughed before popping a shred of lettuce in his mouth. "We are going to the party, right? I mean, together...ish?"
"I'm pretty much relying on Katy for a ride, too," said Adam. "If that's what you mean by together-ish."
"I'll take what I can get," said Kris, rubbing Adam's knee with his. "If Matt's there we can't make out in the car, though."
"I wasn't planning to make out in the car," said Adam. "Okay, I wasn't planning to make out in the car much. Maybe Matt'll meet a girl tonight and go with her instead."
"I wouldn’t hold my breath," said Kris. "It's going to be a good time anyway. We don't need to make out in the car."
"We can make out at the party?" said Adam. "I don't think that's probably going to happen. Unless someone gets me really high, but I don't think that's going to happen either."
"There's more to life than making out," said Kris, but lately there kind of hadn't been. Or at least, everything was a little better if at least once a day they had a chance to get their hands all over one another. "Okay, we can make out before the party. And after. And while at the party, we can find some way to get Cassidy in the pool."
Adam bit lightly on his lower lip. "So we're pretty much done eating, right?" he said. "If you're going to talk about making out, I think I need some follow-through."
Kris offered Adam his last bite and closed the Homework Book. "I'm definitely on board with that plan," he said, his jeans already feeling a little tighter at the thought of getting Adam back in his bedroom.
"Good," said Adam. "Come on, let's go to the 'library'."
Kris laughed and grabbed his coat and followed.
Adam/Kris. 1168 words. PG-13. For willow2355.
Hard to Handle
Prompt: Kradam - happy/funny and non-au.
"I just don't understand how you make your fingers do that," says Adam, stretching his hands out in front of himself, fingers wide apart.
"Really?" says Kris. "I always got the impression you were very good with your hands." Adam laughs and flexes his fingers again and looks back at where Kris is strumming his guitar. "Or so I hear."
"You hear right," says Adam. "There are some reputations I don't mind having. It balances out the rest."
"You just need to practice," says Kris. "The guitar I mean."
"You need to practice the other stuff too," says Adam, arching his eyebrow, and Kris laughs. It's good to hear him laugh again, after everything. As much as Kris says he was ready for it, says that the separation was a long time coming, it still hit him hard. Harder than he admits to most people, not because he's denying it but because Kris is just intensely private that way.
"In that case, I'm probably horrible rusty," says Kris ruefully, fingering another chord, plucking out the notes. "You don't forget, though, right? Like riding a bike."
"Boy would I like to see you ride a bike, then," says Adam, and Kris flicks a pick at him. Adam is used to that enough to be able to dodge. "Seriously, though, can you show me?"
"Every time I show you, you get bored and give up," says Kris. "I've shown you half a dozen times already."
"I promise I won't get bored this time," says Adam. "I have a plan."
Kris looks suspicious of his plan, which he should, but Adam is pretty sure he's going to like this plan. And if it helps him actually learn guitar a little, that's just a bonus at this point. The secret, Adam figures, is just to provide his own distractions, so he only diverts his attention for a few moments instead of permanently.
"Here," says Kris, holding out his guitar and waiting for Adam to take the seat right next to him, which he does without discussion or trying to coax Kris in his direction. "You remember how to hold it?"
"I've watched you often enough," says Adam. Watched hundreds of people over the years too, but it's more fun to put it all on Kris. He holds it a little awkwardly, though, just so Kris has to reach over and correct him.
"Don't think I don't know you did that on purpose," Kris says, busting him without missing a beat. "There, does that feel better?"
"You have no idea," says Adam, and Kris laughs again, remaining close enough that his knee is pressed against Adam's. "Aren't you supposed to be sitting behind me so you can position my hands?"
"This isn't Ghost," says Kris, "or that time in our room when you actually got me to try that. I can't believe I fell for it."
"There was nothing to fall for," insists Adam. "It's not my fault I turned out to be a little extra responsive."
"If it's not yours then it's mine and I just don't buy that," says Kris, knocking Adam's knee with his. "You don't need to strangle it, you can hold the neck a little more loosely."
"I guess I'm used to gripping things a little tightly with that hand," says Adam, flexing it for a moment but then actually doing what Kris is asking of him. It does feel a little better, even though he feels clumsy when it comes to doing something with it. He might be good with his hands in other venues, but in this one he's distinctly an amateur.
"You use your other hand," says Kris. "You're pretty consistent about that, actually. And we do not need to recap how I know that."
"It's not my fault you don't knock," says Adam, and this time it really isn't his fault. It's not that Kris meant too, he's just that weird sort of person who's completely comfortable in other people's spaces and Adam's the sort of person who forgets to lock the door.
Kris doesn't respond to that one. "This would be easier with two guitars," he says, "so I could demonstrate for you." He thinks about that for a moment, then pushes himself off the couch and drops to his knees in front of Adam. "Don't get any ideas."
"Too late," says Adam, and can't help the little tingle that goes through him as Kris demonstrates the chord then positions Adam's fingers on the strings. "Should I...?"
"Go ahead," says Kris, and Adam strums the strings and lo and behold, the right notes come out. He's been here before, made it this far in his impromptu lessons, but it still feels kind of cool when he's doing it for himself.
He moves the guitar out of the way then, and Kris looks perplexed until Adam tries positioning his fingers again over empty air, letting Kris massage his wrist to keep it from tensing up too much. He doesn't have any callouses on his fingertips and wonders how long he can play without them hurting.
"Oops, oops," he says, leaning forward towards Kris like he's losing his balance. Kris just grins at him and pushes him back, but that actually does set Adam off balance and a moment later he's tumbling down on him, ending up straddling Kris on the floor.
Kris doesn't push him off.
In fact, Kris licks his lips and looks up and, far from being outraged or even annoyed, he just kind of smiles. "I always figured we'd get here one day," he says. "Okay, maybe not on a floor, but...."
It might've been teasing, like everything else today, but somehow it's not. There's something in the cock of his head, in the softness of his voice, in the way his hands fall on Adam's hips. And Adam knows what he's saying, that he's not talking about the straddling or the floor or any of the physical interaction but the rest, the looks and the breathlessness and the desire to do it all over again.
"I'm not really ready to move on yet," he says, though.
"Oh," says Adam, and finds himself nodding before he really thinks about it, swinging a leg over to get off him. He only gets halfway.
"But if you're willing to be patient with me...?"
Kris makes it a question, like the answer is uncertain. The answer to that question has never been uncertain. It's not about being willing to be patient, it's about continuing to be patient, and at this point what's a little longer anyway?
Instead of answering he leans down and presses a soft, undemanding kiss to Kris's lips. And much like Adam understood him before, Kris understands him now. Adam finishes getting off him and Kris reaches for his guitar again, and they might be picking up right from where they left off, but that doesn't mean that everything isn't suddenly new and bright.
Waiting will be no trouble at all.
Adam/Kris. 1965 words. NC-17. For andnightsgrow.
Blue Color Liner
Prompt: Kradam makeup-application pornlet.
"You can come in," said Adam, startling Kris so much that he banged his wrist against the doorframe hard enough for it to throb. "Or not."
"Sorry," said Kris sheepishly. "I was just watching."
"I don't mind, you know," said Adam, his mouth stretching out into a strange shape as he leaned towards the mirror and carefully used a blue eyeliner pencil. So blue it was almost black, like the evening sky when the stars were out but before the last of the light was gone. "It's like performance art."
"It's not really a performance when it's just me," said Kris, but Adam turned his head and grinned at him.
"Anything can be a performance," he said, "and don't tell me you don't already know that. I know you better than that."
"Can be doesn't mean has to be," said Kris. "You don't have to be on with me."
"I know that," said Adam, "I'm enjoying myself. And I'd like to think you can tell the difference by now." He turned and blinked a couple of times. "How do I look?"
"You look like you," said Kris with a one-shouldered shrug. Adam just hmm'd at him, though. "I don't know what else I'm supposed to say?"
"You're not supposed to say anything," said Adam, turning back to the mirror. "I'm not sure looking like me is what I'm going for, though. What's the fun in that?"
"That's because the you that you think is you isn't the same you that I think is you," said Kris. "You look good. Is that better?"
"I have no idea what you just said," said Adam. "Except for the part where you said I looked good." He was rummaging around in his things again, eye shadow, Kris figured. He'd watched this ritual enough times now to know. "I think you might've been saying that I have poor self-image, though."
"I was saying that this is the only way I know you," said Kris, finally coming all the way inside, right to Adam's side and looking at Adam in the mirror. "This is what you've always looked like to me. This hair, that mouth, those eyes."
"You've seen me first thing in the morning and last thing at night," said Adam. "I know you didn't know the guy I was ten years ago, which is fine because he's only a small part of me now, but I'd like to think that I look at least a little different from how I looked half an hour ago. Just tell me if my eyeliner's straight, Kris."
"Your eyeliner's straight," said Kris, ducking his head and grinning at him. "You still look like you, though. No getting away from that."
"I look like me, enhanced," insisted Adam, abandoning his makeup and turning around, ass against the bathroom counter and looking Kris in the eye. "I think we can compromise on that."
"Enhanced, okay," said Kris. "I like you unenhanced too, though."
"I like me unenhanced just fine," agreed Adam, "but not when I'm getting ready to go out. And don't lie and say you don't look at me differently when I'm enhanced."
"Never said I didn't look," said Kris, and oh, he was definitely looking. And if he looked differently when Adam was made up, it was only different, it wasn't better or worse. He always knew he was looking at something special. He'd known it since they met, and it never went away. "I wasn't sure you noticed me looking."
"Wasn't sure I noticed, or didn't want me to notice?" said Adam, licking his lips as he held Kris's gaze. Kris was pretty sure, at this point, the question was rhetorical.
"Wasn't sure," he said, though. And then added, "You haven't done your mouth yet."
There was a long pause, giving Kris ample opportunity to look at that mouth.
"If you don't duck out of the way," Adam said finally, "I'm going to kiss you."
Kris didn't duck out of the way. He figured he couldn't be much clearer than that.
Adam made two false starts, leaning forward then moving back again, but finally he was convinced that Kris wasn't going anywhere and their lips met. It was chaste for about half a second before they were grasping at each other, lips and tongues and teeth meeting, and Adam's ass was slammed back against the bathroom counter again.
"We're not doing this in here," said Adam, and by 'this' they both know he wasn't just talking about kissing anymore.
"That would be uncomfortable," said Kris, pulling his shirt off and tossing it over the edge of the tub, making his intentions even more obvious. Adam reached out and almost-almost-touched him, then jerked his hand back and shook his head.
"Uncomfortable or not, it's going to be in here if we don't go fast."
"But you're not done with your make-up yet," said Kris, unbuttoning his jeans, "and I wouldn't want to interrupt."
"I'll bring it with me."
Kris felt lucky Adam wasn't completely dressed yet, was just in a t-shirt and underwear, because taking Kris's clothes off was easy but taking Adam's clothes off was sometimes like a military exercise.
His heart was pounding and he kept looking back over his shoulder as he moved out into the main bedroom because this was really happening this time, Adam was carefully pulling off his shirt and grabbing something off the dresser and Kris didn't even think about what it was because he was finally kicking off his pants and underwear and waiting for him.
Adam laid him out on the bed, straddled him and brought a glossy fingertip to Kris's lips. He parted them automatically, let Adam smear lip gloss over them and wondered what he looked like. From the look on Adam's face, it was good.
"That was supposed to be for you," he said, licking at his bottom lip to taste it.
"It's like you said, you're still you," said Adam. "We're still us, no matter what. Even with enhancement."
Kris didn't think he was talking about the lip gloss anymore. Which was good, because Kris wasn't sure they ever had been.
"You're not freaking out," said Adam.
"The last thing I'm doing is freaking out," said Kris, and brought his fingertips up to Adam's lips, touching his freckles. Adam's tongue darted out to lick Kris's fingertip, then he leaned down to kiss him, smearing the gloss even more. Kris liked the way their lips slipped together, liked the taste when his own tongue finally joined Adam's.
"Good," said Adam, and if he was still wondering just why and how Kris wasn't freaking out over this, he didn't ask. "Can I fuck you, Kris? Can I?"
"Only if I get some foreplay first," said Kris, grinning up at him, and Adam swooped in to kiss him again. This time he let his hand roam down Kris's body, exploring places they'd only really looked at on one another before, or occasionally got a quick feel of through their clothes while they hugged or patted one another on the back or slid past one another in tight spaces.
Kris certainly got his wish, Adam's hands all over him and his hands all over Adam too, exploring, learning him in a whole new way. Adam's body was so responsive, moving into his touches, hairs sometimes standing on end at the lightest caress. He grabbed a handful of Adam's ass while he could, and Adam laughed and playfully bit his shoulder and ran a thumb over Kris's lower lip. Kris could still feel and taste traces of lip gloss there.
He knew without looking when Adam was reaching for his lubricant, knew enough about what was happening here without ever actually having done it before to know where this was going now that they were both hot and sweaty and achingly hard.
He was watching as Adam licked his lips, spread Kris's knees and then jerked Kris's cock a few times, finally touching him. Kris hissed and gasped and Adam took advantage of the distraction to slide a finger inside of him. He was worrying too much, though. Kris wanted this. Kris was so ready for this. Kris watched.
"Do it," he said, trying to wrap a leg around Adam's body, clumsy and uncertain in this position but knowing perfectly well what he wanted. "Adam, come on."
"I know what I'm doing," said Adam, his voice rough and ragged, continuing to just finger him. Finger him hard and finger him thoroughly, but still just finger him. He nipped at Kris's thighs and pushed sweaty hair back off his forehead and kept on fingering him.
"Adam, Adam, Adam."
He wasn't actually looking anymore when Adam finally slid inside him, had finally closed his eyes and thrown his head back and given in to sensation. What Adam did to him, was doing to him, was completely off the map from what Kris knew, in a way he couldn't have imagined without doing it.
"I'm good," said Kris, because Adam had gotten slower, gotten gentler, more careful. "Adam, do it."
And he did, fingers grasping at Kris's body, pushing his legs up, leaning and driving into him. "Oh God," he muttered and when Kris opened his eyes Adam was a beautiful mess, wrecked in the best ways. He looked like Kris felt.
He was finally able to wrap his legs around something, grasp something, and ride Adam's thrusts as they sent little shocks up his spine straight to his brain. He was dizzy with it, almost overwhelmed.
And when he came, it was more of a full-body experience than anything he'd felt before.
He didn't even know when Adam came, not exactly, was still in a blissed out state when he felt Adam pull out and out of the corner of his eye saw him deal with the condom before slumping forward again.
Kris felt like he should say something but he just didn't. He couldn't. He thought he was smiling, was pretty sure he was smiling, but it took a little while before he felt like he was entirely back to himself again. And when he did, it was only to see Adam swallowing and slipping off the end of the bed, standing up unsteadily and looking unsure of what to do with himself. Kris didn't often see him that way; in fact, he wasn't sure he ever had before.
"I need to finish getting ready to go out," he said. "My friends are expecting me."
"Sure," said Kris, but Adam still hesitated at the end of the bed. "Do you think I'm not okay with that?"
"I don't know," admitted Adam, licking his lip and running a finger over one carefully groomed eyebrow. "Are you?"
"I understand what this is," said Kris, because while Adam might have been acting impulsively, Kris had thought this through. He'd had a lot of time to think about it. "And besides, you have no choice but to come back here tonight. It's the rules. So I'm not exactly worried I'm never going to see you again."
Adam was silent for a few more moments, but Kris was absolutely sincere and finally Adam seemed to see that. "Okay, good," he said. "Great."
"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" said Kris with a cheeky little grin, and that finally seemed to be what convinced Adam that everything was okay. "Your hair's a disaster."
"And you've got lip gloss on your cheek," said Adam. "You might want to do something about that."
"You might want to go meet your friends before they think you're standing them up," said Kris, wiping at his cheek with the back of his hand. "I'll see you later, Adam."
"Yeah," said Adam. "Yeah, I'll see you too."
Adam/Brad. 1159 words. NC-17. For fianlly.
Never Too Late
Prompt: Lambliff, Lambry, or Bradam - pure smut.
"Fuck your shoes," said Brad, picking them up and throwing them across the room where they slammed against the wall, far out of reach. The neighbors banged right back. "You're not going anywhere."
"Are you serious right now?" said Adam. "Did you seriously just do that?"
"Don't make like you're super shocked," said Brad. "They're running shoes, they don't mean anything to you. I just wanted to make it perfectly clear that you're staying put."
"I promised-"
"And don't go reaching for another pair either," said Brad, "unless you want me to throw those too."
"Stop pissing off my neighbors or they'll play loud music all night again."
"We can be louder," said Brad. "In fact, that's kind of the point. I would like to be louder tonight."
And it wasn't like Adam didn't want to. Adam always wanted to. Adam looked at Brad and he wanted to no matter where they were. But they couldn't spend every night on the bed, or each other.
Just most of them.
"I guess I could be late."
"You have no idea how late you could be," said Brad, tugging on Adam's shirt and just pushing all his buttons. Pushing them hard until he got a reaction.
One moment Brad was tugging on his shirt, the next Adam had hands on both of his shoulders and was slamming him back against the door, looming over him before leaning in and kissing him hard. In the back of his mind he knew this was exactly what Brad had been aiming for all along, but Adam didn't mind having been manipulated into that position. He'd pretty much played along, after all.
"Right here?" said Brad. "That would be new."
"You wanted this," said Adam, "now just let me do it."
"Yes, sir," said Brad, with a slight emphasis on the word that send a little shiver through Adam's body, and he knew, he just knew, that Brad had known exactly what it would do. Brad was too smart by half, and had always been able to read him. "Whatever it takes."
Adam sank his teeth lightly into Brad's neck, and Brad just laughed softly and arched his neck to give him all the access he wanted. And the truth was that if he really really needed to leave right away, if it was really that important, Brad wouldn't have played this game with him in the first place.
"You couldn’t have started this before I got dressed?" he murmured.
Brad just smirked and said, "What would be the fun in that?" and began unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up. He only got halfway before he left it, running his hands up under it and then moving straight down to Adam's tight pants. There were teethmarks on Brad's shoulder by the time he was peeling Adam's pants down, a nearly perfect semicircle.
"I'm going to look like a disaster when you're done," he said.
"You're going to look debauched," said Brad, "where I will just look naked and used." And he put himself well on the path to naked then, stripping his shirt off and tossing it over onto the kitchen table, dropping his pants to his ankles and then kicking them off as Adam latched himself onto the other side of his neck.
"You didn't need to take it all off," he said, biting down on Brad's earlobe after he did, his hand drifting down Brad's back and then between his cheeks, his path swift and sure.
"How else was I going to wrap my legs around you, though?" he said, eyes big and looking perfectly angelic. His eyes fluttered closed, though, as Adam pressed a finger into him. His mouth fell open a little too, and Adam took advantage of that to kiss him, tonguing over his sharp teeth before delving deeper inside.
"Weren't you the one who wanted to make some noise?" said Adam, and as he pushed a second finger inside Brad did cry out and bang his head back against the door, though Adam was sure it was at least half for show. He could make Brad make that noise spontaneously, but usually not till he was fucking him senseless.
"So make me," said Brad, slapping the lube into Adam's other hand. He didn't tell him where he'd been hiding it, and Adam didn't ask.
God Adam was hard, so fucking hard for him, but then he was hard for Brad at the most inappropriate moments so it wasn't really a surprise he was now, hard and aching and ready. He slicked himself up one handed, finger fucking Brad against the door as he lifted one leg up around Adam's thigh, and didn't even pay any attention to where the lube landed when he just dropped it on the floor and pulled his fingers out and grabbed Brad's thighs, spreading and lifting Brad up around his body.
He slid in slowly, even as Brad squirmed and dug his heels into Adam's back and tried to get more, more, more. Adam was in control of this part at least, and moved slowly and relentlessly until he was buried inside. Then he leaned his weight against Brad, knocking his shoulders back against the door, and let Brad set the pace.
It was hard and fast and relentless and they were both far from quiet. Adam gasped and grunted and made helpless little gulps, and maybe he was the one with the leverage here but Brad was the one who was riding him, and between them orgasm was hard and fast and messy. Adam left marks all over Brad's collarbone and Brad left scratches on Adam's back even through his shirt, and they were both sweaty and breathless.
Adam hoped his clothes survived it.
Slowly and carefully he lowered Brad back to the floor again, and it was with an immensely smug look that Brad stumbled away before finding his footing and grabbing something to clean them both up with.
"I really do have to go," said Adam finally. "For a little while at least."
"Yeah, I know," admitted Brad, retrieving the one shoe that was actually within reach and offering it to Adam. "But wasn't it worth being a little late?"
"Maybe a little," Adam teased him, nibbling on his neck one more time, salt on his tongue. "Will you be up when I get back?"
"I'm pretty sure your neighbors will make sure of that," said Brad. "I'll be waiting for you."
And it was that thought that was going to stay with Adam all night, his breath catching as he looked up and down Brad's body and felt that tug of want again. He had to go, but with that to come home to you'd better believe he wouldn't be gone long.
Maybe one day they wouldn't be this hot for each other all the time, but Adam felt like that day was a long, long way off.
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Adam/Kris. 1860 words. NC-17. For daemonicangel. HS AU, part of the Six Months 'verse.
Fumble
Prompt: Anything in the Six Months 'verse. (First time blowjobs.)
"He's upstairs," said Neil, then headed straight back to the piano, leaving Kris in the open doorway with a clear path to the stairs. Kris hadn't even said anything, Neil just opened the door and pointed him in the right direction. Not that Kris would've gone to Adam's house for any other reason than to see him but it still made him a little self-conscious, the vague suspicion that Neil might have an idea what he was really there for.
Kris took the stairs two at a time, taking his jacket off as he went, his sock feet still light enough on the carpeting that when he knocked on Adam's half-open bedroom door, Adam seemed surprised that he was there.
"Neil let me in," said Kris, jerking a thumb back over his shoulder. "Is he the only one home?"
"Yep," said Adam, and got up to tug on Kris's shirt to get him into his bedroom faster, closing the door behind him. "I'm going to put some music on so he thinks we're just doing that or something."
Kris still had the unsettling feeling that Neil wouldn't be fooled by that at all. That Neil would be smirking at his keyboard as soon as he heard loud music drifting down the stairs.
"So I guess we're going to be doing something else instead?" said Kris, ducking his head and sliding his hands into his own back pockets and rocking back on his heels as Adam turned the volume up. Zeppelin, which Kris figured was decent as far as mood music went.
"As if you don't know that already," said Adam. "I've been thinking about kissing you all day. You're really distracting."
"Good thing we finished our homework last night, then," said Kris. Even if the only reason they already finished an entire weekend's worth of homework was because they couldn't find any privacy. "I had to help clean the garage before I came over. I promised over Christmas, when Mom had trouble finding the outdoor lights."
"And you'd never break a promise," said Adam, which was true but the way he said it Kris was pretty sure he was thinking more about Kris's promise that he wanted to spend a lot of time with him this weekend, especially after being blocked at every turn last night.
"Never," Kris promised him, and he wasn't waiting any longer for them to kiss. Not when they'd both waited at least two minutes longer than was strictly necessary. Adam's hands were all over him as soon as they did, tugging at Kris's shirt, sliding along his bare skin, touching his face, his arms, and finally, clutching at both of his hands, lacing their fingers together and gripping desperately.
Kris's eyes were closed and he was smiling when they finally parted, and mostly he wanted to get his hands into Adam's pants, or Adam's hands into his pants, or something involving hands and pants because now that he finally had a boyfriend he couldn't get enough of him.
"If you wanted this more, you would've been naked when I got here," he murmured, shuffling forward a little so that Adam was forced back towards his bed.
"If I was naked when you got here, I might've really traumatized my brother," said Adam. "He hasn't seen me naked since I was about six years old."
"You look good naked, though," said Kris. "I've been thinking about that almost as much as I've been thinking about kissing you. Not that anything is really better than kissing you."
"I think kissing while jerking each other off is a little bit better," said Adam, "but that sort of includes kissing, so maybe that doesn't count."
"I want to try something, though," said Kris, "if you think you're ready."
"If it involves you and me, I think I am," said Adam, so quickly he couldn’t have thought about it before answering.
"No, seriously," said Kris, kissing up along Adam's jaw. "I want to, you know, go down on you. I want to try it, if you do."
"Oh," said Adam, exhaling loudly, his fingers gripping Kris's even more tightly. "Oh. Will you want me to...?"
"Only if you want to," said Kris, even though the answer was really yes. "Only if you're ready."
"I really want to," said Adam though, and Kris tried not to show how relieved he was by that. Even though it totally would've been okay if Adam just wanted to jerk him off. Really. "I've been thinking about it too. We even came kind of close, last week."
"I know, right?" said Kris. "I almost, but then we didn't."
"We will this time, though," said Adam, and that was enough talking about it. Adam let go of his hands so they could scramble out of the rest of their clothes, and they just left them where they fell in their scramble towards Adam's bed, stumbling and rolling over each other when they reached it.
Adam really did look good naked, if you asked Kris. Adam didn't really think so, but sometimes when they were together and Adam'd stopped being so self-conscious, Kris liked to just look at him and think about how Adam was his. That Adam was his boyfriend. That he finally not only had the thing he'd been aching for, but it was Adam. Adam who was wonderful and smart and funny and gorgeous.
"You're looking at me," said Adam as he kissed Kris's shoulder, as they rolled over so they were side by side.
"Of course I'm looking at you," said Kris. "Where else am I going to look?"
Kris really did love kissing, he loved it more than just about anything, but now that they'd agreed they were going to try this Kris wanted to do it. Especially since they were both hard and eager already. He didn't want them to start thinking about it too hard and maybe start to get nervous. Right now he wasn't nervous at all.
He kissed Adam's lips, his throat, his chest, even the nipples that were tiny hard peaks on his chest. That he'd done before, he'd kissed all the way down to Adam's belly, but anything below that was new territory.
"Oh wow, oh God, oh wow," Adam said as he moved further down, maybe as it dawned on him that they were really going to do it.
"Don't accidentally break my nose or anything," said Kris, because that would be embarrassing forever, even if nobody else ever knew how he broke it. Adam half laughed and half just breathed as Kris kissed his hip and then hesitated only a moment before taking Adam's cock in his hand and kissing the side of it. It really wasn't that weird at all.
Actually, it was kind of awesome.
He thought about telling Adam what he was doing, but he looked up and saw that Adam's eyes were closed and his mouth was open and he looked like he was just about completely lost in it, so Kris decided to just keep doing what he was doing. He planted little kisses all the way up and down it, mouth getting wetter and wider as he went, until he finally felt like it was time and sucked a little bit on the head.
He'd tasted Adam's come before so he knew what it was going to taste like, sort of, but there was nothing he could think of that was really anything like having Adam's cock in his mouth. He sucked a little harder, let it slide a little deeper, but it seemed like hardly any time at all before Adam was shoving frantically at him.
He barely had time to move his head away before Adam was gasping and coming, narrowing missing Kris's face when he did. Kris left his hand on Adam's cock, moving it slowly until Adam sagged back on the bed.
"Oh my God that was so good," he said laying his hand over Kris's so they were both just laying over his spent cock. "I just need a minute."
"Sure," said Kris, and rubbed himself against the bedspread a little just to take the edge off. It didn't really help.
"I mean it," said Adam, "don't come before I get there. You have to feel this, Kris."
"It's pretty easy to do," Kris told him, kissing his hip one more time before finally moving, crawling back up the bed again to kiss Adam's cheek, right in front of his ear. "Can I kiss you?"
"Do you even have to ask?" said Adam. "Are you worried because you just had your mouth on my junk?" Kris was, actually, but that worry was completely taken way when Adam grabbed him and kissed him fiercely. "Okay. Okay, I'm ready."
And Kris, Kris was more than ready, though he'd been trying to stay cool about it, trying not to pressure Adam into anything. Adam just zipped right down, though, full of renewed energy now as he started right at the head, kissing the tip before heading further south.
Kris actually shuddered as he did, and Adam was right, a mouth was nothing like a hand, no matter how tight you gripped, no matter how much lotion you used. It was a totally, completely different thing. Adam's kisses were fast, and wet, and open-mouthed as he sucked a little bit with each one. Kris was dying a little he wanted it so bad, and he actually moaned as Adam finally slipped the head into his mouth.
It was easy to understand why Adam had come so fast when he'd done it, though Kris was determined to hold out as long as he could, to feel this for as long as possible. Adam sucked lightly, then a little harder, then lightly again, then rubbed the base of his cock with his thumb as he slipped it further inside his mouth.
When he swirled his tongue around, though, Kris was absolutely done.
"Adam," he said. "Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam."
Adam got the message, pulling away and jerking just twice before Kris was coming all over his stomach and Adam's hand with a soft, breathless moan.
"Oh, you were so right," he said when he felt like he could put words together again. "That was the best thing ever."
"We're going to do it again, right?" said Adam, and Kris shuddered all over again when he licked at Kris's stomach, obviously taking a little taste. "You're right, that was pretty easy."
"We're going to do it again every day," said Kris, and right in that moment he absolutely meant it. "And also in about half an hour. Maybe it'll even last a little longer next time, which is good because I really kind of want to actually suck you."
"Keep talking like that and it'll be less than half an hour," said Adam as he made it back up to Kris's throat, nuzzling it before they just wrapped their arms around each other and started kissing again. Soft, slow, gentle kisses.
"Just think," said Kris, "if that was so good, imagine how great the rest is going to be."
Adam/Kris. 1445 words. PG-13. For krismc09. HS AU, part of the Six Months 'verse.
The Homework Book
Prompt: Anything in the Six Months 'verse. (Dating difficulties.)
It was always going to be easier to go out in a group, especially their group, which was close and affectionate to begin with. No one would have any reason to jump to conclusions about them. Not that people would, but it was something you thought about when you were seventeen and gay with a boyfriend that nobody knew about. But Kris didn't always just want to go out with the group, and he didn't always want to hide out in his bedroom or Adam's pretending to even their families that they were only friends.
Kris really hated lying, and sneaking around with Adam was closer to lying than just never talking about his sexuality had been, but he didn't know what else to do before they were ready to tell. So he avoided. He avoided talking about everything to do with his personal life and hoped that if he never talked about it, no one would ever ask.
That was where The Homework Book came in. Kris was very careful when he made it, a few pages devoted to every subject he was taking this semester but nothing that would necessarily reflect any specific assignment. It was just an innocuous spiral notebook that he carried everywhere with him, so that any time spent with Adam could be passed off as studying. Legitimately.
All they had to do was leave it open on the table while sharing a plate of french fries, or on the steps out back of the school.
As long as they were studying, they had a bulletproof reason to be together.
Sometimes they managed a movie, too, as long as they didn't arrive together, buy each other tickets or stand in the concession line together, but tonight they were just doing tacos at the popular little place by the theatre, with the Homework Book open beside them. After all, another trick was not to avoid the places everyone else went, unless you really went out of your way. Finding you together someplace unusual was a lot more damning than finding you someplace you were expected to be.
Kris's left shoe was off under the table, checkered tablecloth draped to the floor so that nobody could see (and nobody could see the state of the tables or the floor either) and his toes were up under the hem of Adam's jeans, just at his ankle.
"Did you see Tommy after class today?" said Kris, picking at his second taco. "That girl, man, she's got him all turned around. What the heck did he do to his hair?"
"I like it," said Adam, looking both ways then stealing a piece of Kris's food and popping it in his mouth. "It's edgy."
"He's not doing it to be edgy, though," said Kris, "he's doing it because he wants to impress her, and I don't think she even noticed."
"I'd do a lot of crazy things to impress you," said Adam quietly. "Actually, I kind of did."
"That wasn't crazy, that was awesome," said Kris. "Okay, fair point, though. Maybe she'll think Tommy's is awesome too."
"Or maybe somebody will," said Adam, because the truth was that she really kind of didn't know that he was alive, and maybe it was better that way because Kris couldn't think of a single thing they had in common. She didn't even like music all that much.
"I hope so," said Kris, waiting for Adam to steal more of his food before taking a bite for himself. "She's got him running around in circles, though. If it all goes badly, he might need some, you know."
"Beer?"
Kris let out a surprised laugh and nudged his knee. "I was thinking more like a guys' night in," he said, "but you know him better than I do."
"He'd probably prefer the beer," said Adam, "but I'm not getting in trouble getting him any. Movies where shit blows up will have to do."
"I've got a few of those," said Kris, "and I could steal some from Daniel."
"Or maybe Tommy will get the girl," said Adam. "Heads up, incoming."
Kris casually looked up and saw Matt near the front door, heading for their table. "I've got it open to Spanish," he murmured, in case Adam hadn't seen. Then they both completely casually waited for him to arrive.
"Hey guys, what are you working on?" said Matt, pulling a chair closer and straddling it backwards. A pose that suggested he wasn't planning to stay long, which Kris was grateful for. He'd already pulled his leg away from Adam's, slowly and casually to not attract any attention.
"Reviewing Spanish grammar," said Kris, tapping his fingers against the edge of the book.
"On a Friday night?" said Matt. "That's just sad."
"Yeah, but we're doing it with tacos," said Adam. "That automatically makes it better."
"It really doesn't," said Matt, but better to be considered lame, than...well. Actually, Kris wasn't even sure that was true. "Are you guys heading out to the party tomorrow?"
"Yeah, probably," said Kris. "Everybody's going, right?"
"You think I could catch a lift?"
Oh, so that was what this was about. Kris was actually relieved, because it meant that once he got his answer Matt was probably going to move on to something more befitting a Friday night.
"I was going to go with Katy," said Kris, "but I can ask if she has room for one more?"
"Hey, I'll trunk dive if I have to," said Matt, "I just don't want to miss it because my mom won't let me borrow her car and my best friend's out of town."
"Your mom won't let you borrow the car because you spilled half a gallon of orange drink in the back last time," said Kris.
"Which was so not my fault," said Matt. "So we're good?"
"I'm pretty sure it'll be cool," said Kris. "I'll call you if it's not, how about?"
"Cool," said Matt, and pushed himself up off the chair tonight. "We're hitting the late show, you guys should come."
"I really need to learn this stuff," said Kris, wrinkling his nose like he really did want to go to the movies but he was too conscientious. "I have a feeling there's going to be a pop quiz on Monday."
"Loser," said Matt, but he delivered it with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, man. You too, Lambert."
Adam gave him a nod and Kris gave him a wave and then the Homework Book was forgotten again as Kris slid his knee over to press up against Adam's again.
"Now," said Kris. "Where were we?"
"We were about as far as we could get without abandoning our tacos and heading back to your place," said Adam, grinning at him before shoving some food in his mouth to hide it.
Kris laughed before popping a shred of lettuce in his mouth. "We are going to the party, right? I mean, together...ish?"
"I'm pretty much relying on Katy for a ride, too," said Adam. "If that's what you mean by together-ish."
"I'll take what I can get," said Kris, rubbing Adam's knee with his. "If Matt's there we can't make out in the car, though."
"I wasn't planning to make out in the car," said Adam. "Okay, I wasn't planning to make out in the car much. Maybe Matt'll meet a girl tonight and go with her instead."
"I wouldn’t hold my breath," said Kris. "It's going to be a good time anyway. We don't need to make out in the car."
"We can make out at the party?" said Adam. "I don't think that's probably going to happen. Unless someone gets me really high, but I don't think that's going to happen either."
"There's more to life than making out," said Kris, but lately there kind of hadn't been. Or at least, everything was a little better if at least once a day they had a chance to get their hands all over one another. "Okay, we can make out before the party. And after. And while at the party, we can find some way to get Cassidy in the pool."
Adam bit lightly on his lower lip. "So we're pretty much done eating, right?" he said. "If you're going to talk about making out, I think I need some follow-through."
Kris offered Adam his last bite and closed the Homework Book. "I'm definitely on board with that plan," he said, his jeans already feeling a little tighter at the thought of getting Adam back in his bedroom.
"Good," said Adam. "Come on, let's go to the 'library'."
Kris laughed and grabbed his coat and followed.
Adam/Kris. 1168 words. PG-13. For willow2355.
Hard to Handle
Prompt: Kradam - happy/funny and non-au.
"I just don't understand how you make your fingers do that," says Adam, stretching his hands out in front of himself, fingers wide apart.
"Really?" says Kris. "I always got the impression you were very good with your hands." Adam laughs and flexes his fingers again and looks back at where Kris is strumming his guitar. "Or so I hear."
"You hear right," says Adam. "There are some reputations I don't mind having. It balances out the rest."
"You just need to practice," says Kris. "The guitar I mean."
"You need to practice the other stuff too," says Adam, arching his eyebrow, and Kris laughs. It's good to hear him laugh again, after everything. As much as Kris says he was ready for it, says that the separation was a long time coming, it still hit him hard. Harder than he admits to most people, not because he's denying it but because Kris is just intensely private that way.
"In that case, I'm probably horrible rusty," says Kris ruefully, fingering another chord, plucking out the notes. "You don't forget, though, right? Like riding a bike."
"Boy would I like to see you ride a bike, then," says Adam, and Kris flicks a pick at him. Adam is used to that enough to be able to dodge. "Seriously, though, can you show me?"
"Every time I show you, you get bored and give up," says Kris. "I've shown you half a dozen times already."
"I promise I won't get bored this time," says Adam. "I have a plan."
Kris looks suspicious of his plan, which he should, but Adam is pretty sure he's going to like this plan. And if it helps him actually learn guitar a little, that's just a bonus at this point. The secret, Adam figures, is just to provide his own distractions, so he only diverts his attention for a few moments instead of permanently.
"Here," says Kris, holding out his guitar and waiting for Adam to take the seat right next to him, which he does without discussion or trying to coax Kris in his direction. "You remember how to hold it?"
"I've watched you often enough," says Adam. Watched hundreds of people over the years too, but it's more fun to put it all on Kris. He holds it a little awkwardly, though, just so Kris has to reach over and correct him.
"Don't think I don't know you did that on purpose," Kris says, busting him without missing a beat. "There, does that feel better?"
"You have no idea," says Adam, and Kris laughs again, remaining close enough that his knee is pressed against Adam's. "Aren't you supposed to be sitting behind me so you can position my hands?"
"This isn't Ghost," says Kris, "or that time in our room when you actually got me to try that. I can't believe I fell for it."
"There was nothing to fall for," insists Adam. "It's not my fault I turned out to be a little extra responsive."
"If it's not yours then it's mine and I just don't buy that," says Kris, knocking Adam's knee with his. "You don't need to strangle it, you can hold the neck a little more loosely."
"I guess I'm used to gripping things a little tightly with that hand," says Adam, flexing it for a moment but then actually doing what Kris is asking of him. It does feel a little better, even though he feels clumsy when it comes to doing something with it. He might be good with his hands in other venues, but in this one he's distinctly an amateur.
"You use your other hand," says Kris. "You're pretty consistent about that, actually. And we do not need to recap how I know that."
"It's not my fault you don't knock," says Adam, and this time it really isn't his fault. It's not that Kris meant too, he's just that weird sort of person who's completely comfortable in other people's spaces and Adam's the sort of person who forgets to lock the door.
Kris doesn't respond to that one. "This would be easier with two guitars," he says, "so I could demonstrate for you." He thinks about that for a moment, then pushes himself off the couch and drops to his knees in front of Adam. "Don't get any ideas."
"Too late," says Adam, and can't help the little tingle that goes through him as Kris demonstrates the chord then positions Adam's fingers on the strings. "Should I...?"
"Go ahead," says Kris, and Adam strums the strings and lo and behold, the right notes come out. He's been here before, made it this far in his impromptu lessons, but it still feels kind of cool when he's doing it for himself.
He moves the guitar out of the way then, and Kris looks perplexed until Adam tries positioning his fingers again over empty air, letting Kris massage his wrist to keep it from tensing up too much. He doesn't have any callouses on his fingertips and wonders how long he can play without them hurting.
"Oops, oops," he says, leaning forward towards Kris like he's losing his balance. Kris just grins at him and pushes him back, but that actually does set Adam off balance and a moment later he's tumbling down on him, ending up straddling Kris on the floor.
Kris doesn't push him off.
In fact, Kris licks his lips and looks up and, far from being outraged or even annoyed, he just kind of smiles. "I always figured we'd get here one day," he says. "Okay, maybe not on a floor, but...."
It might've been teasing, like everything else today, but somehow it's not. There's something in the cock of his head, in the softness of his voice, in the way his hands fall on Adam's hips. And Adam knows what he's saying, that he's not talking about the straddling or the floor or any of the physical interaction but the rest, the looks and the breathlessness and the desire to do it all over again.
"I'm not really ready to move on yet," he says, though.
"Oh," says Adam, and finds himself nodding before he really thinks about it, swinging a leg over to get off him. He only gets halfway.
"But if you're willing to be patient with me...?"
Kris makes it a question, like the answer is uncertain. The answer to that question has never been uncertain. It's not about being willing to be patient, it's about continuing to be patient, and at this point what's a little longer anyway?
Instead of answering he leans down and presses a soft, undemanding kiss to Kris's lips. And much like Adam understood him before, Kris understands him now. Adam finishes getting off him and Kris reaches for his guitar again, and they might be picking up right from where they left off, but that doesn't mean that everything isn't suddenly new and bright.
Waiting will be no trouble at all.
Adam/Kris. 1965 words. NC-17. For andnightsgrow.
Blue Color Liner
Prompt: Kradam makeup-application pornlet.
"You can come in," said Adam, startling Kris so much that he banged his wrist against the doorframe hard enough for it to throb. "Or not."
"Sorry," said Kris sheepishly. "I was just watching."
"I don't mind, you know," said Adam, his mouth stretching out into a strange shape as he leaned towards the mirror and carefully used a blue eyeliner pencil. So blue it was almost black, like the evening sky when the stars were out but before the last of the light was gone. "It's like performance art."
"It's not really a performance when it's just me," said Kris, but Adam turned his head and grinned at him.
"Anything can be a performance," he said, "and don't tell me you don't already know that. I know you better than that."
"Can be doesn't mean has to be," said Kris. "You don't have to be on with me."
"I know that," said Adam, "I'm enjoying myself. And I'd like to think you can tell the difference by now." He turned and blinked a couple of times. "How do I look?"
"You look like you," said Kris with a one-shouldered shrug. Adam just hmm'd at him, though. "I don't know what else I'm supposed to say?"
"You're not supposed to say anything," said Adam, turning back to the mirror. "I'm not sure looking like me is what I'm going for, though. What's the fun in that?"
"That's because the you that you think is you isn't the same you that I think is you," said Kris. "You look good. Is that better?"
"I have no idea what you just said," said Adam. "Except for the part where you said I looked good." He was rummaging around in his things again, eye shadow, Kris figured. He'd watched this ritual enough times now to know. "I think you might've been saying that I have poor self-image, though."
"I was saying that this is the only way I know you," said Kris, finally coming all the way inside, right to Adam's side and looking at Adam in the mirror. "This is what you've always looked like to me. This hair, that mouth, those eyes."
"You've seen me first thing in the morning and last thing at night," said Adam. "I know you didn't know the guy I was ten years ago, which is fine because he's only a small part of me now, but I'd like to think that I look at least a little different from how I looked half an hour ago. Just tell me if my eyeliner's straight, Kris."
"Your eyeliner's straight," said Kris, ducking his head and grinning at him. "You still look like you, though. No getting away from that."
"I look like me, enhanced," insisted Adam, abandoning his makeup and turning around, ass against the bathroom counter and looking Kris in the eye. "I think we can compromise on that."
"Enhanced, okay," said Kris. "I like you unenhanced too, though."
"I like me unenhanced just fine," agreed Adam, "but not when I'm getting ready to go out. And don't lie and say you don't look at me differently when I'm enhanced."
"Never said I didn't look," said Kris, and oh, he was definitely looking. And if he looked differently when Adam was made up, it was only different, it wasn't better or worse. He always knew he was looking at something special. He'd known it since they met, and it never went away. "I wasn't sure you noticed me looking."
"Wasn't sure I noticed, or didn't want me to notice?" said Adam, licking his lips as he held Kris's gaze. Kris was pretty sure, at this point, the question was rhetorical.
"Wasn't sure," he said, though. And then added, "You haven't done your mouth yet."
There was a long pause, giving Kris ample opportunity to look at that mouth.
"If you don't duck out of the way," Adam said finally, "I'm going to kiss you."
Kris didn't duck out of the way. He figured he couldn't be much clearer than that.
Adam made two false starts, leaning forward then moving back again, but finally he was convinced that Kris wasn't going anywhere and their lips met. It was chaste for about half a second before they were grasping at each other, lips and tongues and teeth meeting, and Adam's ass was slammed back against the bathroom counter again.
"We're not doing this in here," said Adam, and by 'this' they both know he wasn't just talking about kissing anymore.
"That would be uncomfortable," said Kris, pulling his shirt off and tossing it over the edge of the tub, making his intentions even more obvious. Adam reached out and almost-almost-touched him, then jerked his hand back and shook his head.
"Uncomfortable or not, it's going to be in here if we don't go fast."
"But you're not done with your make-up yet," said Kris, unbuttoning his jeans, "and I wouldn't want to interrupt."
"I'll bring it with me."
Kris felt lucky Adam wasn't completely dressed yet, was just in a t-shirt and underwear, because taking Kris's clothes off was easy but taking Adam's clothes off was sometimes like a military exercise.
His heart was pounding and he kept looking back over his shoulder as he moved out into the main bedroom because this was really happening this time, Adam was carefully pulling off his shirt and grabbing something off the dresser and Kris didn't even think about what it was because he was finally kicking off his pants and underwear and waiting for him.
Adam laid him out on the bed, straddled him and brought a glossy fingertip to Kris's lips. He parted them automatically, let Adam smear lip gloss over them and wondered what he looked like. From the look on Adam's face, it was good.
"That was supposed to be for you," he said, licking at his bottom lip to taste it.
"It's like you said, you're still you," said Adam. "We're still us, no matter what. Even with enhancement."
Kris didn't think he was talking about the lip gloss anymore. Which was good, because Kris wasn't sure they ever had been.
"You're not freaking out," said Adam.
"The last thing I'm doing is freaking out," said Kris, and brought his fingertips up to Adam's lips, touching his freckles. Adam's tongue darted out to lick Kris's fingertip, then he leaned down to kiss him, smearing the gloss even more. Kris liked the way their lips slipped together, liked the taste when his own tongue finally joined Adam's.
"Good," said Adam, and if he was still wondering just why and how Kris wasn't freaking out over this, he didn't ask. "Can I fuck you, Kris? Can I?"
"Only if I get some foreplay first," said Kris, grinning up at him, and Adam swooped in to kiss him again. This time he let his hand roam down Kris's body, exploring places they'd only really looked at on one another before, or occasionally got a quick feel of through their clothes while they hugged or patted one another on the back or slid past one another in tight spaces.
Kris certainly got his wish, Adam's hands all over him and his hands all over Adam too, exploring, learning him in a whole new way. Adam's body was so responsive, moving into his touches, hairs sometimes standing on end at the lightest caress. He grabbed a handful of Adam's ass while he could, and Adam laughed and playfully bit his shoulder and ran a thumb over Kris's lower lip. Kris could still feel and taste traces of lip gloss there.
He knew without looking when Adam was reaching for his lubricant, knew enough about what was happening here without ever actually having done it before to know where this was going now that they were both hot and sweaty and achingly hard.
He was watching as Adam licked his lips, spread Kris's knees and then jerked Kris's cock a few times, finally touching him. Kris hissed and gasped and Adam took advantage of the distraction to slide a finger inside of him. He was worrying too much, though. Kris wanted this. Kris was so ready for this. Kris watched.
"Do it," he said, trying to wrap a leg around Adam's body, clumsy and uncertain in this position but knowing perfectly well what he wanted. "Adam, come on."
"I know what I'm doing," said Adam, his voice rough and ragged, continuing to just finger him. Finger him hard and finger him thoroughly, but still just finger him. He nipped at Kris's thighs and pushed sweaty hair back off his forehead and kept on fingering him.
"Adam, Adam, Adam."
He wasn't actually looking anymore when Adam finally slid inside him, had finally closed his eyes and thrown his head back and given in to sensation. What Adam did to him, was doing to him, was completely off the map from what Kris knew, in a way he couldn't have imagined without doing it.
"I'm good," said Kris, because Adam had gotten slower, gotten gentler, more careful. "Adam, do it."
And he did, fingers grasping at Kris's body, pushing his legs up, leaning and driving into him. "Oh God," he muttered and when Kris opened his eyes Adam was a beautiful mess, wrecked in the best ways. He looked like Kris felt.
He was finally able to wrap his legs around something, grasp something, and ride Adam's thrusts as they sent little shocks up his spine straight to his brain. He was dizzy with it, almost overwhelmed.
And when he came, it was more of a full-body experience than anything he'd felt before.
He didn't even know when Adam came, not exactly, was still in a blissed out state when he felt Adam pull out and out of the corner of his eye saw him deal with the condom before slumping forward again.
Kris felt like he should say something but he just didn't. He couldn't. He thought he was smiling, was pretty sure he was smiling, but it took a little while before he felt like he was entirely back to himself again. And when he did, it was only to see Adam swallowing and slipping off the end of the bed, standing up unsteadily and looking unsure of what to do with himself. Kris didn't often see him that way; in fact, he wasn't sure he ever had before.
"I need to finish getting ready to go out," he said. "My friends are expecting me."
"Sure," said Kris, but Adam still hesitated at the end of the bed. "Do you think I'm not okay with that?"
"I don't know," admitted Adam, licking his lip and running a finger over one carefully groomed eyebrow. "Are you?"
"I understand what this is," said Kris, because while Adam might have been acting impulsively, Kris had thought this through. He'd had a lot of time to think about it. "And besides, you have no choice but to come back here tonight. It's the rules. So I'm not exactly worried I'm never going to see you again."
Adam was silent for a few more moments, but Kris was absolutely sincere and finally Adam seemed to see that. "Okay, good," he said. "Great."
"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" said Kris with a cheeky little grin, and that finally seemed to be what convinced Adam that everything was okay. "Your hair's a disaster."
"And you've got lip gloss on your cheek," said Adam. "You might want to do something about that."
"You might want to go meet your friends before they think you're standing them up," said Kris, wiping at his cheek with the back of his hand. "I'll see you later, Adam."
"Yeah," said Adam. "Yeah, I'll see you too."
Adam/Brad. 1159 words. NC-17. For fianlly.
Never Too Late
Prompt: Lambliff, Lambry, or Bradam - pure smut.
"Fuck your shoes," said Brad, picking them up and throwing them across the room where they slammed against the wall, far out of reach. The neighbors banged right back. "You're not going anywhere."
"Are you serious right now?" said Adam. "Did you seriously just do that?"
"Don't make like you're super shocked," said Brad. "They're running shoes, they don't mean anything to you. I just wanted to make it perfectly clear that you're staying put."
"I promised-"
"And don't go reaching for another pair either," said Brad, "unless you want me to throw those too."
"Stop pissing off my neighbors or they'll play loud music all night again."
"We can be louder," said Brad. "In fact, that's kind of the point. I would like to be louder tonight."
And it wasn't like Adam didn't want to. Adam always wanted to. Adam looked at Brad and he wanted to no matter where they were. But they couldn't spend every night on the bed, or each other.
Just most of them.
"I guess I could be late."
"You have no idea how late you could be," said Brad, tugging on Adam's shirt and just pushing all his buttons. Pushing them hard until he got a reaction.
One moment Brad was tugging on his shirt, the next Adam had hands on both of his shoulders and was slamming him back against the door, looming over him before leaning in and kissing him hard. In the back of his mind he knew this was exactly what Brad had been aiming for all along, but Adam didn't mind having been manipulated into that position. He'd pretty much played along, after all.
"Right here?" said Brad. "That would be new."
"You wanted this," said Adam, "now just let me do it."
"Yes, sir," said Brad, with a slight emphasis on the word that send a little shiver through Adam's body, and he knew, he just knew, that Brad had known exactly what it would do. Brad was too smart by half, and had always been able to read him. "Whatever it takes."
Adam sank his teeth lightly into Brad's neck, and Brad just laughed softly and arched his neck to give him all the access he wanted. And the truth was that if he really really needed to leave right away, if it was really that important, Brad wouldn't have played this game with him in the first place.
"You couldn’t have started this before I got dressed?" he murmured.
Brad just smirked and said, "What would be the fun in that?" and began unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up. He only got halfway before he left it, running his hands up under it and then moving straight down to Adam's tight pants. There were teethmarks on Brad's shoulder by the time he was peeling Adam's pants down, a nearly perfect semicircle.
"I'm going to look like a disaster when you're done," he said.
"You're going to look debauched," said Brad, "where I will just look naked and used." And he put himself well on the path to naked then, stripping his shirt off and tossing it over onto the kitchen table, dropping his pants to his ankles and then kicking them off as Adam latched himself onto the other side of his neck.
"You didn't need to take it all off," he said, biting down on Brad's earlobe after he did, his hand drifting down Brad's back and then between his cheeks, his path swift and sure.
"How else was I going to wrap my legs around you, though?" he said, eyes big and looking perfectly angelic. His eyes fluttered closed, though, as Adam pressed a finger into him. His mouth fell open a little too, and Adam took advantage of that to kiss him, tonguing over his sharp teeth before delving deeper inside.
"Weren't you the one who wanted to make some noise?" said Adam, and as he pushed a second finger inside Brad did cry out and bang his head back against the door, though Adam was sure it was at least half for show. He could make Brad make that noise spontaneously, but usually not till he was fucking him senseless.
"So make me," said Brad, slapping the lube into Adam's other hand. He didn't tell him where he'd been hiding it, and Adam didn't ask.
God Adam was hard, so fucking hard for him, but then he was hard for Brad at the most inappropriate moments so it wasn't really a surprise he was now, hard and aching and ready. He slicked himself up one handed, finger fucking Brad against the door as he lifted one leg up around Adam's thigh, and didn't even pay any attention to where the lube landed when he just dropped it on the floor and pulled his fingers out and grabbed Brad's thighs, spreading and lifting Brad up around his body.
He slid in slowly, even as Brad squirmed and dug his heels into Adam's back and tried to get more, more, more. Adam was in control of this part at least, and moved slowly and relentlessly until he was buried inside. Then he leaned his weight against Brad, knocking his shoulders back against the door, and let Brad set the pace.
It was hard and fast and relentless and they were both far from quiet. Adam gasped and grunted and made helpless little gulps, and maybe he was the one with the leverage here but Brad was the one who was riding him, and between them orgasm was hard and fast and messy. Adam left marks all over Brad's collarbone and Brad left scratches on Adam's back even through his shirt, and they were both sweaty and breathless.
Adam hoped his clothes survived it.
Slowly and carefully he lowered Brad back to the floor again, and it was with an immensely smug look that Brad stumbled away before finding his footing and grabbing something to clean them both up with.
"I really do have to go," said Adam finally. "For a little while at least."
"Yeah, I know," admitted Brad, retrieving the one shoe that was actually within reach and offering it to Adam. "But wasn't it worth being a little late?"
"Maybe a little," Adam teased him, nibbling on his neck one more time, salt on his tongue. "Will you be up when I get back?"
"I'm pretty sure your neighbors will make sure of that," said Brad. "I'll be waiting for you."
And it was that thought that was going to stay with Adam all night, his breath catching as he looked up and down Brad's body and felt that tug of want again. He had to go, but with that to come home to you'd better believe he wouldn't be gone long.
Maybe one day they wouldn't be this hot for each other all the time, but Adam felt like that day was a long, long way off.