Return Engagement Chapter 12/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 12/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This never happened.
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
Chapter 9 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9503.html#cutid1
Chapter 10 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9836.html#cutid1
Chapter 11 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/10145.html#cutid1
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Of all the nerve. He protests when I take over his body and now he’s begging you to take over his lover!”
“Bobby, shut up.”
Audra stood beside Adam’s bed, watching him. This was all her fault - if she hadn’t gotten Hannah involved in this, she’d still be trapped but these wonderful people wouldn’t be hurt.
She caressed Adam’s hair, so much like her own. Maybe it was his resemblance to her that drew them together. Then, when she heard he was a singer, it was like God had finally answered her prayers.
“You’re not going to do it are you?”
Audra looked once more at Adam than turned her back, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Audra, don’t do it, it won’t work!”
She pushed back on the mattress, into Adam’s space. She brought her legs up, lining them with his.
“For fuck’s sake, stop!”
Bobby didn’t know all the workings of the spirit world but a twisting in his gut told him if she succeeded, it would mean his own end.
Audra looked behind her; Adam was unaware, lost in her nightmare. She had to make it right. Slowly, she laid down into him, her body becoming one with his, her mind in search of his.
The brain activity monitor started flicking faster.
--*--
“I want a train ticket to New York City. How much please.”
That much?
“I’ll take it, one way. Yes, I’ll pick it up at the station tonight.”
Adam would find the money somehow. Bobby kept all the money Adam earned, graciously handing some over whenever his Kitten begged. He rushed into his dressing room and closed the door. He would have locked it if Bobby hadn’t taken the key. Adam started to strip then froze. He wasn’t alone.
“Hello Adam.”
A young woman - black hair, blue eyes, gentle smile - sat at the make up table in his silk dressing gown. Adam looked down at himself; the summer dress was gone and he was in his pajamas. He was himself.
“Audra?”
She nodded. “I’m here to help you.”
She walked over to him, touching the bruises on his neck and face that he took for her.
“Kris and Hannah are right, you are beautiful.”
“How?”
They heard footsteps coming their way.
“I don’t have time to explain. I’m taking over from here. I don’t think Bobby will be aware of you but I’d rather you didn’t… No matter what happens, you can’t stop it. It’s already written in history.”
Adam understood. He hid behind the dressing screen and did’t saw a word. He couldn’t see anything, just hear the voices. He knew what was happening as he’d relived it in a continuous loop countless times. By not watching, he returned some dignity to her.
“The telegram’s been sent; you were very gracious when you declined.”
“What do you say Audra?”
“Thank you Bobby.”
“Ah, Kitten, you can do better than that.”
“Your robe.”
“Bobby, the door’s open.”
“Your robe.”
“Audra, look at me,” Bobby ordered.
“You’ve done a fine job with the make up but you still look a little pale.”
“I, I ran out of rouge.”
“I’ll put some color in your cheeks.”
“Lift.”
The chair creaked
“Open.”
“Sit.”
Adam heard a little gasp from Audra as Bobby’s fingers were embedded in her. He forced himself not to rush out and kick the shit out of Bobby Fontaine. He covered his ears, blocking out the rest of the scene.
A small hand on his shoulder told him it was over. Audra’s red face smiled sadly at him. She was in her golden gown.
“I’m so sorry you had to endure Bobby’s…depravity. If I hadn’t brought that necklace into your life…”
“The necklace is yours?”
“I convinced Hannah to retrieve it for me. She took it home, I asked her to. I also asked her not to say anything about me until the time was right.”
Adam’s fists clenched. Everything he and his loved ones had endured flooded in on him and none of it would have happened if it weren’t for her.
Then his anger faded. He had lived and relived her last day, experienced her pain, humiliation, fears and dreams - her death. If he had been in her place - and he had - and there was a chance of being set free, he would have taken the chance as well.
Audra sat back at her make up table and finished getting ready for the show. She pinned her long black hair up on the left side with a silk flower. Her golden gown draped over his curves, revealing ample cleavage. She opened a drawer and pulled out a jewelry box. Inside was thee necklace. She put it on.
Adam knelt down beside her, watching. Audra turned her head, lifting her chin. She picked up her powder puff and dusted away the last hint of bruises on her neck. Her foundation and hair cascading down the right side of her face covered the shiner on her right eye. He ventured a look at himself in her mirror; the bruises on him were gone.
Knuckles rapped on her door. “Five minutes Miss Landon.”
“Thank you Charlie,” Audra called back.
“How, why are you here?” he asked, knowing they didn’t have much time.
“Your husband asked me to help you.”
He shook his head, not understanding.
“You’re in the hospital. Since you experienced my death for the first time, you’ve been unconscious and they haven’t been able to revive you.”
“And you’re here because…”
“Kris was desperate. He knows about us, me and Bobby, and what happened and he begged me to help you. He asked me to possess you if I could bring you back to him.”
“Can you?”
“I’m back where I belong and you’re now, oh what’s that saying, ‘out of the loop’.”
“Doesn’t that mean you will die?”
“I’m used to it - unless, that is, you can help me in return. Just so you know whether you agree or not, I’m letting you go.”
Adam took her hands and smiled.
“What do you need Audra?”
“I need you to help me sing my song.”
“Your song?” Adam thought for a moment than it came to him. “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered. You led me to that song, on my lap top.”
“Singing that song was going to be the start of new life for me. You know, I was going to New York and getting away from Bobby for good. When it comes times for you to sing, at the grand re-opening, if you let be with you and sing through you then my journey on this earth is completed and I can go home for good.”
“Home.” He pointed skyward.
She smiled and sighed. “Home.”
“What about Bobby?”
“I believe when I have passed over, he will pass under.”
Adam caught her subtle reference. Perfect place for that asshole.
“And if that doesn’t happen, if he’s still around.”
“You could exorcise him or throw the necklace in the ocean. He and I go where it goes.”
There was no thinking about it.
“I’ll do it.”
She hugged him. It felt wonderful to hold someone again. Standing together, they headed for the stage. As they walked, Adam realized no one noticed him. Good, cause he planned on being with Audra until the end.
Audra stood in the wings, watching the audience anxiously. The band leader looked towards her as he started Audra’s introduction. Adam saw Bobby slinking up behind her.
Cold hands settled on her shoulders and squeezed possessively. Bobby whispered in her ear.
“You look beautiful my little kitten. My finger’s certainly helped.”
She plastered on a fake smile. “Thank you Bobby.”
“I see you’re wearing that necklace. I thought you didn’t like it.”
Audra’s hand flew to his chest. “Oh but I do, Bobby, I do. I couldn’t imagine not wearing it tonight.”
Bobby leaned in and kissed her ear. “Don’t you mean you couldn’t imagine any other way to leave me?”
“Bobby, no, I, I wouldn’t leave you!”
“Lying bitch.”
The music swelled. Audra turned to Adam and blew him a kiss. Her body jerked and fell onto the stage, a knife sticking out from between her shoulders.
“Hold it Fontaine!”
Adam looked into the audience. A man had a gun drawn, pointed directly at Bobby. Bobby reached into his dinner jacket and withdrew his own gun, aiming it at the other man. A shot was fired and Bobby Fontaine, blood pouring out of his chest, tumbled forward.
Adam stared in horror at the dead bodies by his feet. Everything went dark.
--*--
All the monitors went off at once. Kris had just finished asking Audra for help and all hell breaks loose. Paula heard the noise and rushed in, followed by a bevy of doctors and nurses.
Adam’s eyes opened and the first thing he saw was Kris’ tear stained face.
“I’m back.”
Kris cried and laughed.
“It’s about damn time.”
Adam looked around at the crowd.
“I’m fine guys.”
“We’re the medical experts Mr. Lambert. Let us make the diagnosis.”
After twenty minutes of checking and rechecking their patient, the doctor in charge declared, “You’re fine.”
Adam bit his tongue, holding back a ‘told you so’.”
“Can I go home with my husband now?”
“I’ll get the paper work.”
As soon as the experts left, Kris fell into Adam’s arms and they kissed as if they’d never stop.
“Ahem.” Paula subtly reminded them she was still in the room.
They pulled apart, blushing.
“Adam, your face! The bruises…” Kris exclaimed.
“Gone. Audra took care of that.”
“Audra, so she did, she brought you back. Oh my God the necklace, Adam we have to get it off!”
“Baby, calm down. Take it off.”
Kris touched the necklace and it came off in his hands.
“Thank God, thank God. We have to destroy it.”
“No!” Adam reached out, cupping his hand over Kris’ and the necklace.
“Adam!”
“Trust me Kris. Paula, the club’s almost finished, right?”
“It’s done actually.”
“Is it empty?”
“For now. Adam, what are you getting at?”
“Paula, can you take this necklace back to the club and leave it there, until plans can be made.”
She looked at the necklace with horror.
“You want me to touch that thing?”
Kris didn’t know what Adam had in mind but he trusted him.
“Paula, I’ll take the necklace there,” Kris offered. She handed him the keys. “Can you take Adam back to the beach house and I’ll meet you there.”
“No,” Adam injected.
“Why not?”
“I mean, I want to go home home, not the beach house. We’ve been away too long.”
--*--
Two cars left the hospital parking lot, traveling in opposite directions.
“Where the hell are we going?” Bobby demanded of Audra, looking at Kris behind the wheel.
“The night club,” Audra replied calmly. She hadn’t told Bobby what happened in Adam’s head.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” he shook his head. “I’m not going back there.”
“You have no choice.”
“The fuck I don’t…I’ll, I’ll stop him.”
“How? You can’t possess him again, you lost you chance. I’m not doing it. Enjoy the ride Bobby, it might be your last.”
--*--
Kris came home. The foyer lights were on but the rest of the lights were off.
“Adam, where are you?”
“Upstairs baby.”
Adam’s sensual tone sent shivers down Kris spin and he ran to the bedroom.
His husband lounged on the bed, wearing a black silk robe and matching g-string. With cat like moves, Adam slid off the sheets and stalked his adorable prey. Kris stayed put, his heart racing. God, how did he get so lucky.
Adam ran his hands through Kris hair, licking his lips then delving in. Kris slipped his hands under the robe, dancing his hands up and down Adam’s back. Their tongues slid against each other, tasted each other, and remembered each other. Kris’ hand made their way to Adam’s ass, grabbing and petting his bare cheeks. Adam groaned into Kris’ smiling mouth.
“Make love to me Kristopher. I want your mouth where your hands are.”
Kris was a little surprised. Adam usually took charge and especially after the last time ‘they’ were together, Kris thought this would never happen again, that way.
“Are you sure? I mean, after last time.”
Adam’s lust filled expression softened and he stroked Kris’ cheek.
“Thank you for thinking of me baby. I’m sure. I want you to know I trust you. We have our lives back and I want everything the way it was. That means both of us taking charge.”
Kris agreed by initiating the next move. He shoved the robe off Adam’s shoulders, revealing his magnificent body. Kris removed his own shirt and jeans, his cock straining against his briefs.
Walking behind his lover, Kris’ hands slipped under Adam’s arms, fondling his nipples as his mouth kissed and licked Adam’s shoulders, traveling down. As he did, his hands worked their way over Adam’s chest, stomach and down to his crotch. He rubbed him through the satin as Kris’ mouth ravished Adam’s ass.
“Baby…mmm…so good….harder….harder,” Adam moaned, his hand fondling his own nipples.
Kris’s attention to Adam’s cock increased as his nose and mouth disappeared in Adam’s crack.
“Uh, uh, uh…god Kris…more…more…mmmmm.”
Their lovemaking had no space or time - it was everything and everywhere. Kris tongue worked up Adam’s crack, stopping at the top of the g-string. He caught it in his teeth and snapped it against his husband’s hot skin.
“Bed.”
Adam hurried to the bed, lying down on his back, his breath growing rapid in anticipation. Kris removed his briefs and released his hard cock. Adam smiled his approval, wetting his lips. He wanted to take Kris in his mouth and suck him dry but Kris was in charge.
Kris stretched out on top, ignoring Adam’s mouth and settling on his hard nipples, lapping them. Adam’s hand ran over Kris’ back, yelping happily when Kris nipped them.
His mouth traveled quickly to the satin covering on his favorite toy. Again, using his teeth, he tugged the underwear off, his hands removing it completely. He took Adam whole in one motion.
Adam’s hips bucked, shoving his cock further into the hot mouth.
“Faster…faster….baby your sooooo good….you’re driving me crazy…uh, uh, oh your tongue…I’m coming, I’m commiiiiiiigggg.”
He released into Kris mouth and his baby swallowed hungrily, lapping up every drop.
Kris let Adam go and climbed off the bed. He took in his husband - breathless, sated, so fucking hot. Kris dug in the side drawer and pulled out the lube.
“Give me your hand,” he told Adam.
Adam held it out and Kris squirted the lotion in his hand.
“Do me.”
Adam raised himself on his elbow and worked his hand over Kris’ cock, slicking him up.
“Hand.”
Adam held it out again, receiving more lotion.
“Do yourself.”
Adam licked his lips and lifted his leg up. He reached between his legs and worked his hole, opening and wetting it. Adam closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip, groaning as his fingers worked their way in. Kris touched himself, barely able to hold on.
“Enough.” His voice was rough, sex laden. “Roll over.”
Adam rolled on his stomach and spread his legs. Kris wasted no time, his need driving him to distraction. He took hold of his cock, placing it against Adam’s hole, teasing him.
“Baby do it, do it, fuck me, fuck me, please.”
Kris eased in slowly, prolonging the sweet torture. Adam clutched at the covers.
“Kris, you’re killing me, do it, do it,” he screamed.
Kris plowed in.
“Oooooohhhhhhh fffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!!!!!”
It had been too long, too long since they loved each other, melded their bodies together. They took turns yelling obscenities and tender words as they slammed together in harmony.
Adam came first, followed closely by Kris. After he was spent, Kris stayed embedded in the loving sheath of his husband’s body. He stretched out on Adam’s back, their sweat mixing.
It took a while before they could talk and when they did, there were no words to describe it except three little words -
I love you.
Deb’s note: You all likie the ending? Long time coming. Still a couple more chapters - thought I’d give you a break from my torturous cliffhangers. Hope you enjoyed. Cheers.
PS - May not get to post next chapter Sunday Night - AMA’s on, usually write at night. If not, will post Monday.
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This never happened.
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
Chapter 9 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9503.html#cutid1
Chapter 10 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9836.html#cutid1
Chapter 11 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/10145.html#cutid1
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Of all the nerve. He protests when I take over his body and now he’s begging you to take over his lover!”
“Bobby, shut up.”
Audra stood beside Adam’s bed, watching him. This was all her fault - if she hadn’t gotten Hannah involved in this, she’d still be trapped but these wonderful people wouldn’t be hurt.
She caressed Adam’s hair, so much like her own. Maybe it was his resemblance to her that drew them together. Then, when she heard he was a singer, it was like God had finally answered her prayers.
“You’re not going to do it are you?”
Audra looked once more at Adam than turned her back, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Audra, don’t do it, it won’t work!”
She pushed back on the mattress, into Adam’s space. She brought her legs up, lining them with his.
“For fuck’s sake, stop!”
Bobby didn’t know all the workings of the spirit world but a twisting in his gut told him if she succeeded, it would mean his own end.
Audra looked behind her; Adam was unaware, lost in her nightmare. She had to make it right. Slowly, she laid down into him, her body becoming one with his, her mind in search of his.
The brain activity monitor started flicking faster.
--*--
“I want a train ticket to New York City. How much please.”
That much?
“I’ll take it, one way. Yes, I’ll pick it up at the station tonight.”
Adam would find the money somehow. Bobby kept all the money Adam earned, graciously handing some over whenever his Kitten begged. He rushed into his dressing room and closed the door. He would have locked it if Bobby hadn’t taken the key. Adam started to strip then froze. He wasn’t alone.
“Hello Adam.”
A young woman - black hair, blue eyes, gentle smile - sat at the make up table in his silk dressing gown. Adam looked down at himself; the summer dress was gone and he was in his pajamas. He was himself.
“Audra?”
She nodded. “I’m here to help you.”
She walked over to him, touching the bruises on his neck and face that he took for her.
“Kris and Hannah are right, you are beautiful.”
“How?”
They heard footsteps coming their way.
“I don’t have time to explain. I’m taking over from here. I don’t think Bobby will be aware of you but I’d rather you didn’t… No matter what happens, you can’t stop it. It’s already written in history.”
Adam understood. He hid behind the dressing screen and did’t saw a word. He couldn’t see anything, just hear the voices. He knew what was happening as he’d relived it in a continuous loop countless times. By not watching, he returned some dignity to her.
“The telegram’s been sent; you were very gracious when you declined.”
“What do you say Audra?”
“Thank you Bobby.”
“Ah, Kitten, you can do better than that.”
“Your robe.”
“Bobby, the door’s open.”
“Your robe.”
“Audra, look at me,” Bobby ordered.
“You’ve done a fine job with the make up but you still look a little pale.”
“I, I ran out of rouge.”
“I’ll put some color in your cheeks.”
“Lift.”
The chair creaked
“Open.”
“Sit.”
Adam heard a little gasp from Audra as Bobby’s fingers were embedded in her. He forced himself not to rush out and kick the shit out of Bobby Fontaine. He covered his ears, blocking out the rest of the scene.
A small hand on his shoulder told him it was over. Audra’s red face smiled sadly at him. She was in her golden gown.
“I’m so sorry you had to endure Bobby’s…depravity. If I hadn’t brought that necklace into your life…”
“The necklace is yours?”
“I convinced Hannah to retrieve it for me. She took it home, I asked her to. I also asked her not to say anything about me until the time was right.”
Adam’s fists clenched. Everything he and his loved ones had endured flooded in on him and none of it would have happened if it weren’t for her.
Then his anger faded. He had lived and relived her last day, experienced her pain, humiliation, fears and dreams - her death. If he had been in her place - and he had - and there was a chance of being set free, he would have taken the chance as well.
Audra sat back at her make up table and finished getting ready for the show. She pinned her long black hair up on the left side with a silk flower. Her golden gown draped over his curves, revealing ample cleavage. She opened a drawer and pulled out a jewelry box. Inside was thee necklace. She put it on.
Adam knelt down beside her, watching. Audra turned her head, lifting her chin. She picked up her powder puff and dusted away the last hint of bruises on her neck. Her foundation and hair cascading down the right side of her face covered the shiner on her right eye. He ventured a look at himself in her mirror; the bruises on him were gone.
Knuckles rapped on her door. “Five minutes Miss Landon.”
“Thank you Charlie,” Audra called back.
“How, why are you here?” he asked, knowing they didn’t have much time.
“Your husband asked me to help you.”
He shook his head, not understanding.
“You’re in the hospital. Since you experienced my death for the first time, you’ve been unconscious and they haven’t been able to revive you.”
“And you’re here because…”
“Kris was desperate. He knows about us, me and Bobby, and what happened and he begged me to help you. He asked me to possess you if I could bring you back to him.”
“Can you?”
“I’m back where I belong and you’re now, oh what’s that saying, ‘out of the loop’.”
“Doesn’t that mean you will die?”
“I’m used to it - unless, that is, you can help me in return. Just so you know whether you agree or not, I’m letting you go.”
Adam took her hands and smiled.
“What do you need Audra?”
“I need you to help me sing my song.”
“Your song?” Adam thought for a moment than it came to him. “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered. You led me to that song, on my lap top.”
“Singing that song was going to be the start of new life for me. You know, I was going to New York and getting away from Bobby for good. When it comes times for you to sing, at the grand re-opening, if you let be with you and sing through you then my journey on this earth is completed and I can go home for good.”
“Home.” He pointed skyward.
She smiled and sighed. “Home.”
“What about Bobby?”
“I believe when I have passed over, he will pass under.”
Adam caught her subtle reference. Perfect place for that asshole.
“And if that doesn’t happen, if he’s still around.”
“You could exorcise him or throw the necklace in the ocean. He and I go where it goes.”
There was no thinking about it.
“I’ll do it.”
She hugged him. It felt wonderful to hold someone again. Standing together, they headed for the stage. As they walked, Adam realized no one noticed him. Good, cause he planned on being with Audra until the end.
Audra stood in the wings, watching the audience anxiously. The band leader looked towards her as he started Audra’s introduction. Adam saw Bobby slinking up behind her.
Cold hands settled on her shoulders and squeezed possessively. Bobby whispered in her ear.
“You look beautiful my little kitten. My finger’s certainly helped.”
She plastered on a fake smile. “Thank you Bobby.”
“I see you’re wearing that necklace. I thought you didn’t like it.”
Audra’s hand flew to his chest. “Oh but I do, Bobby, I do. I couldn’t imagine not wearing it tonight.”
Bobby leaned in and kissed her ear. “Don’t you mean you couldn’t imagine any other way to leave me?”
“Bobby, no, I, I wouldn’t leave you!”
“Lying bitch.”
The music swelled. Audra turned to Adam and blew him a kiss. Her body jerked and fell onto the stage, a knife sticking out from between her shoulders.
“Hold it Fontaine!”
Adam looked into the audience. A man had a gun drawn, pointed directly at Bobby. Bobby reached into his dinner jacket and withdrew his own gun, aiming it at the other man. A shot was fired and Bobby Fontaine, blood pouring out of his chest, tumbled forward.
Adam stared in horror at the dead bodies by his feet. Everything went dark.
--*--
All the monitors went off at once. Kris had just finished asking Audra for help and all hell breaks loose. Paula heard the noise and rushed in, followed by a bevy of doctors and nurses.
Adam’s eyes opened and the first thing he saw was Kris’ tear stained face.
“I’m back.”
Kris cried and laughed.
“It’s about damn time.”
Adam looked around at the crowd.
“I’m fine guys.”
“We’re the medical experts Mr. Lambert. Let us make the diagnosis.”
After twenty minutes of checking and rechecking their patient, the doctor in charge declared, “You’re fine.”
Adam bit his tongue, holding back a ‘told you so’.”
“Can I go home with my husband now?”
“I’ll get the paper work.”
As soon as the experts left, Kris fell into Adam’s arms and they kissed as if they’d never stop.
“Ahem.” Paula subtly reminded them she was still in the room.
They pulled apart, blushing.
“Adam, your face! The bruises…” Kris exclaimed.
“Gone. Audra took care of that.”
“Audra, so she did, she brought you back. Oh my God the necklace, Adam we have to get it off!”
“Baby, calm down. Take it off.”
Kris touched the necklace and it came off in his hands.
“Thank God, thank God. We have to destroy it.”
“No!” Adam reached out, cupping his hand over Kris’ and the necklace.
“Adam!”
“Trust me Kris. Paula, the club’s almost finished, right?”
“It’s done actually.”
“Is it empty?”
“For now. Adam, what are you getting at?”
“Paula, can you take this necklace back to the club and leave it there, until plans can be made.”
She looked at the necklace with horror.
“You want me to touch that thing?”
Kris didn’t know what Adam had in mind but he trusted him.
“Paula, I’ll take the necklace there,” Kris offered. She handed him the keys. “Can you take Adam back to the beach house and I’ll meet you there.”
“No,” Adam injected.
“Why not?”
“I mean, I want to go home home, not the beach house. We’ve been away too long.”
--*--
Two cars left the hospital parking lot, traveling in opposite directions.
“Where the hell are we going?” Bobby demanded of Audra, looking at Kris behind the wheel.
“The night club,” Audra replied calmly. She hadn’t told Bobby what happened in Adam’s head.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” he shook his head. “I’m not going back there.”
“You have no choice.”
“The fuck I don’t…I’ll, I’ll stop him.”
“How? You can’t possess him again, you lost you chance. I’m not doing it. Enjoy the ride Bobby, it might be your last.”
--*--
Kris came home. The foyer lights were on but the rest of the lights were off.
“Adam, where are you?”
“Upstairs baby.”
Adam’s sensual tone sent shivers down Kris spin and he ran to the bedroom.
His husband lounged on the bed, wearing a black silk robe and matching g-string. With cat like moves, Adam slid off the sheets and stalked his adorable prey. Kris stayed put, his heart racing. God, how did he get so lucky.
Adam ran his hands through Kris hair, licking his lips then delving in. Kris slipped his hands under the robe, dancing his hands up and down Adam’s back. Their tongues slid against each other, tasted each other, and remembered each other. Kris’ hand made their way to Adam’s ass, grabbing and petting his bare cheeks. Adam groaned into Kris’ smiling mouth.
“Make love to me Kristopher. I want your mouth where your hands are.”
Kris was a little surprised. Adam usually took charge and especially after the last time ‘they’ were together, Kris thought this would never happen again, that way.
“Are you sure? I mean, after last time.”
Adam’s lust filled expression softened and he stroked Kris’ cheek.
“Thank you for thinking of me baby. I’m sure. I want you to know I trust you. We have our lives back and I want everything the way it was. That means both of us taking charge.”
Kris agreed by initiating the next move. He shoved the robe off Adam’s shoulders, revealing his magnificent body. Kris removed his own shirt and jeans, his cock straining against his briefs.
Walking behind his lover, Kris’ hands slipped under Adam’s arms, fondling his nipples as his mouth kissed and licked Adam’s shoulders, traveling down. As he did, his hands worked their way over Adam’s chest, stomach and down to his crotch. He rubbed him through the satin as Kris’ mouth ravished Adam’s ass.
“Baby…mmm…so good….harder….harder,” Adam moaned, his hand fondling his own nipples.
Kris’s attention to Adam’s cock increased as his nose and mouth disappeared in Adam’s crack.
“Uh, uh, uh…god Kris…more…more…mmmmm.”
Their lovemaking had no space or time - it was everything and everywhere. Kris tongue worked up Adam’s crack, stopping at the top of the g-string. He caught it in his teeth and snapped it against his husband’s hot skin.
“Bed.”
Adam hurried to the bed, lying down on his back, his breath growing rapid in anticipation. Kris removed his briefs and released his hard cock. Adam smiled his approval, wetting his lips. He wanted to take Kris in his mouth and suck him dry but Kris was in charge.
Kris stretched out on top, ignoring Adam’s mouth and settling on his hard nipples, lapping them. Adam’s hand ran over Kris’ back, yelping happily when Kris nipped them.
His mouth traveled quickly to the satin covering on his favorite toy. Again, using his teeth, he tugged the underwear off, his hands removing it completely. He took Adam whole in one motion.
Adam’s hips bucked, shoving his cock further into the hot mouth.
“Faster…faster….baby your sooooo good….you’re driving me crazy…uh, uh, oh your tongue…I’m coming, I’m commiiiiiiigggg.”
He released into Kris mouth and his baby swallowed hungrily, lapping up every drop.
Kris let Adam go and climbed off the bed. He took in his husband - breathless, sated, so fucking hot. Kris dug in the side drawer and pulled out the lube.
“Give me your hand,” he told Adam.
Adam held it out and Kris squirted the lotion in his hand.
“Do me.”
Adam raised himself on his elbow and worked his hand over Kris’ cock, slicking him up.
“Hand.”
Adam held it out again, receiving more lotion.
“Do yourself.”
Adam licked his lips and lifted his leg up. He reached between his legs and worked his hole, opening and wetting it. Adam closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip, groaning as his fingers worked their way in. Kris touched himself, barely able to hold on.
“Enough.” His voice was rough, sex laden. “Roll over.”
Adam rolled on his stomach and spread his legs. Kris wasted no time, his need driving him to distraction. He took hold of his cock, placing it against Adam’s hole, teasing him.
“Baby do it, do it, fuck me, fuck me, please.”
Kris eased in slowly, prolonging the sweet torture. Adam clutched at the covers.
“Kris, you’re killing me, do it, do it,” he screamed.
Kris plowed in.
“Oooooohhhhhhh fffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!!!!!”
It had been too long, too long since they loved each other, melded their bodies together. They took turns yelling obscenities and tender words as they slammed together in harmony.
Adam came first, followed closely by Kris. After he was spent, Kris stayed embedded in the loving sheath of his husband’s body. He stretched out on Adam’s back, their sweat mixing.
It took a while before they could talk and when they did, there were no words to describe it except three little words -
I love you.
Deb’s note: You all likie the ending? Long time coming. Still a couple more chapters - thought I’d give you a break from my torturous cliffhangers. Hope you enjoyed. Cheers.
PS - May not get to post next chapter Sunday Night - AMA’s on, usually write at night. If not, will post Monday.