Light in His Darkness ~ Part 12 continued
Light in His Darkness ~ Continued
THE PERFECT SONG
No sooner had the paparazzi photos of Adam entering Katsuya been published then Adam’s manager contacted him with news that his label wanted to set up a meeting the following week. Kris had been with him when the call came through and though, at the time he didn’t know what was being said, he did see Adam tense up and hear the singer’s unsure voice as he replied. Out of instinct, Kris rubbed Adam’s back in soothing circles and he felt the tension lessen. When he got off the phone, Adam told Kris what was going on. He’d been assured they weren’t planning on severing his contract; in fact, the wanted to talk about some public appearances and a new album.
“Will you come with me?”
“Sure, but you can do this alone.”
Adam chewed his lip and nodded, “I know, but … I’m not so nervous when you’re around.”
Kris sat in the reception area, thumbing through the current issue of Rolling Stone and staring at the double oak doors across the way.
They’d been reunited with their driver from the week before but this time the mood wasn’t so light. Casual attire was out and Leila brought Adam a selection of suits from home to choose from. Kris didn’t want to look like a slouch so he arrived at work in his best suit and tie. The last time he’d worn it was at his job interview for this position. Once he realized Adam wasn’t going the tie route, just keeping the collar unbuttoned on his grey shirt, Kris ditched the tie too and loosening his collar. Allie came by to take care of Adam’s make up and hair so he’d look just right.
A surprise to Kris but not to Adam was finding the singer’s manager getting out of the town car when it arrived. She was riding along so they could talk ‘shop’ on the hour drive. Kris offered to sit in the front beside the driver so he wouldn’t bother them. She liked the idea … Adam didn’t. And so, Kris spent the hour listening to contract details and technicalities. He’d toyed with the idea of becoming a famous musician when he was younger but the more he learned about Adam’s life in the public eye and all the ins-and-outs of the music industry, he was happy to be a bystander.
Moments after they arrived, Adam was whisked away to a board room and Kris was told to wait outside.
So here he was, reading about Gaga’s recovery from hip surgery.
“Well, you’re the last person I expected to find here. Joining us on the dark side huh?”
Kris looked up and beamed, finding Tommy staring down at him, guitar case resting atop his foot.
“Not for a trillion dollars man. I’m here with Adam.”
“Oh right! I heard he was coming in today.” Tommy carefully set his guitar case down and sat beside Kris, taking hold of the magazine and looking at the cover. “Did you see Adam’s Rolling Stone cover? I’d never let a snake that close to my junk.”
“Yeah, it was a great picture … and article.” And I have a copy on my beside table, Kris continued in his head.
“Mind if I keep you company?”
“I’d love it … and you can explain to me why you and Neil ditched us last week for lunch.”
“Something came up,” Tommy replied way too casually.
“Or were you hoping one or two things WOULD come up?”
“If they did, would it be so bad?”
“I’m not discussing this with you.” Kris set the magazine aside. “So you and Allie. What’s the story?”
“To quote no one in particular, ‘I’m not discussing this with you’.”
With that out of the way, the two men moved onto other topics until the doors opened and a throng of suits emerged, Adam and his manger coming out last. Kris was on his feet before they reached him.
“How’d it go?”
Before Adam could answer, his manager jumped in, rambling on and on and on.
“Basically, she’s saying the suits want a comeback album and tour,” the blonde boy translated.
“Tommy?! What are you doing here?!”
“I was laying down some tracks and found Kris here looking all lonesome.”
“I’m sorry for dragging you along Kris, I should have realized you get bored.”
“No Adam, I didn’t mind actually. Your life isn’t boring.”
“You’re right about that. Hey Tommy, you have somewhere to go?”
“No, I’m done for the day. Whatcha got in mind?”
Adam explained that he wanted to do some singing. Not one note had left his mouth for over six months and he worried a little that he wouldn’t sound the same. Tommy and Kris both assured him he’d still sounding fucking fantastic. Adam said he wished he could take their word for it but he needed to know for his own peace of mind.
“We can use the studio I was in earlier; it’s not booked this afternoon.”
With that, his manager said goodbye and that she’d contact Adam soon. She headed in one direction and the three men headed in the other. The studio was down at the end of the hall. Entering the room, Adam stood there, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“Still smells the same,” he sighed.
“Yeah like stale pizza and coffee,” Tommy teased.
“Nothing like it.”
Kris called dibs on the oversized leather swivel chair in the corner and quietly listened as singer and guitarist decided on what to sing. Because it had been so long, they immediately passed on anything too vocally taxing. A few songs titles were bantered between them until Tommy suggested a song Kris had never heard of.
“I don’t know Tommy, I’ve never sung that one acoustically.”
“As long as you know the melody and words you’ll be fine, just let me fill in the rest. You do remember the words, don’t you,” he gently teased.
“I better since I wrote it.”
“Just jump in when you’re ready.”
Adam was hesitant at first, the intro repeating several times. There was glass between them but as if Adam could hear him, Kris said aloud that he could do it. Somehow, that encouragement made its way to the singer’s ears and the words softly emerged, growing stronger as Adam realized it was going to be okay.
♫ I had a vision that the colours had bled away
and I had nothing to follow
Was in a prison and my life was stuck on replay
And all my wishes were hollow
You were a beam of light
Lit up my broken sky
There was just something about you
I had a vision and it painted the world for me
And now I'm laying beside you
I don't need to wander any more
I have found what I've been looking for
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map to tell me where I'm at
Now I believe in more than I can see
Now I can breathe again and
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map, you'll always light the path
The dawn is bright and
My perception is open wide
You know you flooded my senses
What you inspire is a feeling I can't describe
Forgotten all my defenses ♫
As the song floated along, Kris found himself on his feet and moving into the doorway that led to the recording room. He’d read online there was nothing like hearing Adam Lambert sing live and he agreed. The richness and magic of his tone put Kris in a trance and he found he had to get as close to this man as he could.
♫ Now I believe in more than I can see
Now I can breathe again and
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map, you'll always light the path
I believe, I believe, I believe in more than I can see
I believe, I believe, I believe in more than I can see ♫
By the time the last lines rang out, Kris was within arms reach.
♫ Now I believe in more than I can see
Now I can breathe again and
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map you'll always light the path ♫
The room remained silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts.
“So … how was it?” Adam tentatively asked.
“Brilliant. I told you man … you can do.”
“Kris? What did you think?”
“I … I … it was ….”
At a loss for words, the only answer Kris could give was to gather the man into a hug. Without loosing a beat, Adam returned the hug.
Tommy looked at them and commented, “I knew it was the perfect song.”
~~ ☼ ~~
Kris came out of the shower, toweled dry and shut off the radio. He picked up his sleep pants then chucked them aside. Crawling into bed naked, he drew the covers up to his waist and hugged the extra pillow on his bed. Eyes closed, he smiled and sung himself to sleep:
♫ … There was just something about you
I had a vision and it painted the world for me
And now I'm laying beside you …. ♫
~~ ☼ ~~
Shutting the engine off, Kris sat in his car and looked way, way up towards the penthouse where friends and family were gathering for Adam’s welcome home party. He was already about ten minutes late so what would it matter if he took a little longer to gather his thoughts.
Six weeks ago, Adam Lambert was just a famous stranger Kris admired from afar. Today, he was Kris’ former student … and friend, he liked to hope … and he wasn’t sure how he was going to go on not seeing Adam everyday.
This past week had been a whirlwind of activity. Adam’s condo had to be adapted for him so he could safely get around. All area rugs were removed because they posed tripping hazards and the high polished wooden floors were redone in a matte so he wouldn’t slip. The furniture was then rearranged to create pathways so Adam wouldn’t walk into or fall over anything.
Technology would play a big role in Adam’s everyday life. Systems that spoke to him as buttons were set helped him use the security system, thermostat, appliances, entertainment systems, laptop, and clocks.
One of Adam’s biggest fears had been the gas stove so it was replaced with an induction stovetop. This kind of cooking surface heated using a magnetic field, heat being conducted when metal pots or pans were set on the surface; otherwise, it wouldn’t be hot to the touch or generate heat. Adam just had to make sure he wasn’t wearing any jewelry on his hands or wrists when he used it.
In the bathroom, textured tiles were laid on the floor, including the shower, to create nonskid walking surfaces. A grounded, electrical panel was installed in the shower with the water temperature pre-set. If Adam wanted to change the temperature, it talked him through the process.
Two days ago, the men held a labeling party at Adam’s place. Neil, Eber, Leila and Tommy all came over to help. That morning, Adam and Kris had gone shopping not only for groceries but storage containers and organizers. Back at the condo, Adam and Kris manned the Braille labeling machines and the other’s helped get everything in order.
The biggest job by far was in the kitchen. The boys bought containers for items like cereal, pasta, and rice so Adam could empty the boxes they came in and be able to identify the foodstuffs by touch. Anything in cans or containers that couldn’t be transferred into another was labeled. It meant Adam would need help every so often but if he bought nonperishable items in bulk once a month, he’d be independent the majority of the time.
“So how long do you plan on staling?”
Kris yelped and hit the horn.
“Shit, you’re a mess.”
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
Tommy laughed and opened the door. Kris got out and the two men headed inside.
The condo wasn’t packed but there were a good number of people there. Leila met them at the door and greeted Kris with a tear-filled hug.
“I can never thank you enough for all you’ve done for my boy,” she shared sweetly.
By the time she let him go, he found Eber and Neil waiting to express their thanks. Eber thanked him for bringing their son back to them and Neil ordered him not to be stranger. As far as he was concerned, Kris was family now.
Tommy came to his rescue and the two found Adam, holding court in the kitchen, explaining to his friends the new gadgets in his place and how everything was organized. Adam stopped talking and turned towards the door. His face lit up like a sunbeam.
“Kris! I didn’t think you’d make it.”
“How did he know someone was here?” one friend asked another softly.
“I smelled his cologne,” Adam replied, much to their surprise. “Yes, I heard you,” he laughed, “my hearing has gotten a lot better.”
“Apparently,” one of his friends laughed. “So, this is your Kris.”
“You’ve been talking about me?” he asked softly.
“Of course. You saved my life.”
“Adam ….”
“Seriously Kris, I couldn’t have moved on without you.”
For the rest of the evening, Kris didn’t leave Adam’s side, explaining countless times to the guests just what Adam had been taught and how well he’s done. Around 11pm, guests start leaving and Kris began noticing the mess; items carefully arranged yesterday were out of place, cushions were on the floor, empty glasses were on every surface and the dining room and kitchen were a mess. Kris couldn’t leave the place like this so he started cleaning up, beginning with the kitchen and dining room. By the time he headed back into the living room to gather the glasses, he discovered everyone had left. Adam was sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees and a pensive gaze on his face.
“I’ll just … finish clearing up … and be on my way.”
Adam didn’t utter a word as Kris picked up the wine glasses and went into the kitchen. He heard footsteps coming his way and turned, finding Adam standing in the doorway.
“Can I ask you something Kris?”
“Of course.”
“Am I ever going to see you again?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Do you want that too?”
“Honestly?” Adam nodded. “Yeah Ad, I … I don’t want to loose what we’ve built … the friendship we’ve built.”
“I don’t want to loose that connection either.” Adam moved closer, his hand outstretched. Kris reached out and held on. “Can I ask you something else Kris?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not my teacher any more so I want an honest answer. That night, when we almost kissed … did you, did you want to kiss me?”
“Very much.”
Adam smiled and slowly moving his hands up Kris’ arms until he cupped his face.
“Do you still want to kiss me?”
Kris gently ran the back of his fingers down Adam’s jaw, feeling the other man lean in, and then brushed his thumb against the freckled bottom lip before bringing them together. Their first kiss was soft, and slow, and perfect. Adam released Kris’ mouth first, trailing his lips over his former teacher’s forehead and cheeks before claiming him again with renewed desire. Kris moaned sweetly as large hands clasped him tight. In turn, he let his hands move down Adam’s back and cup his ass, pressing their hardening bodies together.
Time stopped as the two men let out the want and need that had blossomed between them. Kris’ mind was full of wonder and joy and love as they made their way to the bedroom. Stripped of their clothes and that propriety that had kept them at arm’s length, they laid facing each other, tasting hot skin and touching. When they were ready, Kris stretched out on his stomach, one leg bent up, and they connected, fitting together as if they’d once been whole. Fingers entwined, they moved slowly, then faster … faster … harder … more … more … more … until they exploded, bodies seizing and shaking in pleasure.
As they came off their mutual high, they remained connected as they caught their breath. They were sweaty, wet and sticky but couldn’t bear the thought of separating. Kris closed his eyes, his exhausted body blanketed under his man. Slowly, he drew their clasped hands to his mouth and he kissed each polished finger.
Adam kissed the shell of his ear then nuzzled his head into the crook of Kris’ shoulder.
“I love you,” Adam whispered tenderly.
Kris felt tears fall on his heated skin. Turning his head, Kris kissed Adam’s hair and pressed back against him.
“I love you too.”
THE PERFECT SONG
No sooner had the paparazzi photos of Adam entering Katsuya been published then Adam’s manager contacted him with news that his label wanted to set up a meeting the following week. Kris had been with him when the call came through and though, at the time he didn’t know what was being said, he did see Adam tense up and hear the singer’s unsure voice as he replied. Out of instinct, Kris rubbed Adam’s back in soothing circles and he felt the tension lessen. When he got off the phone, Adam told Kris what was going on. He’d been assured they weren’t planning on severing his contract; in fact, the wanted to talk about some public appearances and a new album.
“Will you come with me?”
“Sure, but you can do this alone.”
Adam chewed his lip and nodded, “I know, but … I’m not so nervous when you’re around.”
Kris sat in the reception area, thumbing through the current issue of Rolling Stone and staring at the double oak doors across the way.
They’d been reunited with their driver from the week before but this time the mood wasn’t so light. Casual attire was out and Leila brought Adam a selection of suits from home to choose from. Kris didn’t want to look like a slouch so he arrived at work in his best suit and tie. The last time he’d worn it was at his job interview for this position. Once he realized Adam wasn’t going the tie route, just keeping the collar unbuttoned on his grey shirt, Kris ditched the tie too and loosening his collar. Allie came by to take care of Adam’s make up and hair so he’d look just right.
A surprise to Kris but not to Adam was finding the singer’s manager getting out of the town car when it arrived. She was riding along so they could talk ‘shop’ on the hour drive. Kris offered to sit in the front beside the driver so he wouldn’t bother them. She liked the idea … Adam didn’t. And so, Kris spent the hour listening to contract details and technicalities. He’d toyed with the idea of becoming a famous musician when he was younger but the more he learned about Adam’s life in the public eye and all the ins-and-outs of the music industry, he was happy to be a bystander.
Moments after they arrived, Adam was whisked away to a board room and Kris was told to wait outside.
So here he was, reading about Gaga’s recovery from hip surgery.
“Well, you’re the last person I expected to find here. Joining us on the dark side huh?”
Kris looked up and beamed, finding Tommy staring down at him, guitar case resting atop his foot.
“Not for a trillion dollars man. I’m here with Adam.”
“Oh right! I heard he was coming in today.” Tommy carefully set his guitar case down and sat beside Kris, taking hold of the magazine and looking at the cover. “Did you see Adam’s Rolling Stone cover? I’d never let a snake that close to my junk.”
“Yeah, it was a great picture … and article.” And I have a copy on my beside table, Kris continued in his head.
“Mind if I keep you company?”
“I’d love it … and you can explain to me why you and Neil ditched us last week for lunch.”
“Something came up,” Tommy replied way too casually.
“Or were you hoping one or two things WOULD come up?”
“If they did, would it be so bad?”
“I’m not discussing this with you.” Kris set the magazine aside. “So you and Allie. What’s the story?”
“To quote no one in particular, ‘I’m not discussing this with you’.”
With that out of the way, the two men moved onto other topics until the doors opened and a throng of suits emerged, Adam and his manger coming out last. Kris was on his feet before they reached him.
“How’d it go?”
Before Adam could answer, his manager jumped in, rambling on and on and on.
“Basically, she’s saying the suits want a comeback album and tour,” the blonde boy translated.
“Tommy?! What are you doing here?!”
“I was laying down some tracks and found Kris here looking all lonesome.”
“I’m sorry for dragging you along Kris, I should have realized you get bored.”
“No Adam, I didn’t mind actually. Your life isn’t boring.”
“You’re right about that. Hey Tommy, you have somewhere to go?”
“No, I’m done for the day. Whatcha got in mind?”
Adam explained that he wanted to do some singing. Not one note had left his mouth for over six months and he worried a little that he wouldn’t sound the same. Tommy and Kris both assured him he’d still sounding fucking fantastic. Adam said he wished he could take their word for it but he needed to know for his own peace of mind.
“We can use the studio I was in earlier; it’s not booked this afternoon.”
With that, his manager said goodbye and that she’d contact Adam soon. She headed in one direction and the three men headed in the other. The studio was down at the end of the hall. Entering the room, Adam stood there, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“Still smells the same,” he sighed.
“Yeah like stale pizza and coffee,” Tommy teased.
“Nothing like it.”
Kris called dibs on the oversized leather swivel chair in the corner and quietly listened as singer and guitarist decided on what to sing. Because it had been so long, they immediately passed on anything too vocally taxing. A few songs titles were bantered between them until Tommy suggested a song Kris had never heard of.
“I don’t know Tommy, I’ve never sung that one acoustically.”
“As long as you know the melody and words you’ll be fine, just let me fill in the rest. You do remember the words, don’t you,” he gently teased.
“I better since I wrote it.”
“Just jump in when you’re ready.”
Adam was hesitant at first, the intro repeating several times. There was glass between them but as if Adam could hear him, Kris said aloud that he could do it. Somehow, that encouragement made its way to the singer’s ears and the words softly emerged, growing stronger as Adam realized it was going to be okay.
♫ I had a vision that the colours had bled away
and I had nothing to follow
Was in a prison and my life was stuck on replay
And all my wishes were hollow
You were a beam of light
Lit up my broken sky
There was just something about you
I had a vision and it painted the world for me
And now I'm laying beside you
I don't need to wander any more
I have found what I've been looking for
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map to tell me where I'm at
Now I believe in more than I can see
Now I can breathe again and
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map, you'll always light the path
The dawn is bright and
My perception is open wide
You know you flooded my senses
What you inspire is a feeling I can't describe
Forgotten all my defenses ♫
As the song floated along, Kris found himself on his feet and moving into the doorway that led to the recording room. He’d read online there was nothing like hearing Adam Lambert sing live and he agreed. The richness and magic of his tone put Kris in a trance and he found he had to get as close to this man as he could.
♫ Now I believe in more than I can see
Now I can breathe again and
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map, you'll always light the path
I believe, I believe, I believe in more than I can see
I believe, I believe, I believe in more than I can see ♫
By the time the last lines rang out, Kris was within arms reach.
♫ Now I believe in more than I can see
Now I can breathe again and
I don't need a map to know the way
I don't need a map you'll always light the path ♫
The room remained silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts.
“So … how was it?” Adam tentatively asked.
“Brilliant. I told you man … you can do.”
“Kris? What did you think?”
“I … I … it was ….”
At a loss for words, the only answer Kris could give was to gather the man into a hug. Without loosing a beat, Adam returned the hug.
Tommy looked at them and commented, “I knew it was the perfect song.”
~~ ☼ ~~
Kris came out of the shower, toweled dry and shut off the radio. He picked up his sleep pants then chucked them aside. Crawling into bed naked, he drew the covers up to his waist and hugged the extra pillow on his bed. Eyes closed, he smiled and sung himself to sleep:
♫ … There was just something about you
I had a vision and it painted the world for me
And now I'm laying beside you …. ♫
~~ ☼ ~~
Shutting the engine off, Kris sat in his car and looked way, way up towards the penthouse where friends and family were gathering for Adam’s welcome home party. He was already about ten minutes late so what would it matter if he took a little longer to gather his thoughts.
Six weeks ago, Adam Lambert was just a famous stranger Kris admired from afar. Today, he was Kris’ former student … and friend, he liked to hope … and he wasn’t sure how he was going to go on not seeing Adam everyday.
This past week had been a whirlwind of activity. Adam’s condo had to be adapted for him so he could safely get around. All area rugs were removed because they posed tripping hazards and the high polished wooden floors were redone in a matte so he wouldn’t slip. The furniture was then rearranged to create pathways so Adam wouldn’t walk into or fall over anything.
Technology would play a big role in Adam’s everyday life. Systems that spoke to him as buttons were set helped him use the security system, thermostat, appliances, entertainment systems, laptop, and clocks.
One of Adam’s biggest fears had been the gas stove so it was replaced with an induction stovetop. This kind of cooking surface heated using a magnetic field, heat being conducted when metal pots or pans were set on the surface; otherwise, it wouldn’t be hot to the touch or generate heat. Adam just had to make sure he wasn’t wearing any jewelry on his hands or wrists when he used it.
In the bathroom, textured tiles were laid on the floor, including the shower, to create nonskid walking surfaces. A grounded, electrical panel was installed in the shower with the water temperature pre-set. If Adam wanted to change the temperature, it talked him through the process.
Two days ago, the men held a labeling party at Adam’s place. Neil, Eber, Leila and Tommy all came over to help. That morning, Adam and Kris had gone shopping not only for groceries but storage containers and organizers. Back at the condo, Adam and Kris manned the Braille labeling machines and the other’s helped get everything in order.
The biggest job by far was in the kitchen. The boys bought containers for items like cereal, pasta, and rice so Adam could empty the boxes they came in and be able to identify the foodstuffs by touch. Anything in cans or containers that couldn’t be transferred into another was labeled. It meant Adam would need help every so often but if he bought nonperishable items in bulk once a month, he’d be independent the majority of the time.
“So how long do you plan on staling?”
Kris yelped and hit the horn.
“Shit, you’re a mess.”
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
Tommy laughed and opened the door. Kris got out and the two men headed inside.
The condo wasn’t packed but there were a good number of people there. Leila met them at the door and greeted Kris with a tear-filled hug.
“I can never thank you enough for all you’ve done for my boy,” she shared sweetly.
By the time she let him go, he found Eber and Neil waiting to express their thanks. Eber thanked him for bringing their son back to them and Neil ordered him not to be stranger. As far as he was concerned, Kris was family now.
Tommy came to his rescue and the two found Adam, holding court in the kitchen, explaining to his friends the new gadgets in his place and how everything was organized. Adam stopped talking and turned towards the door. His face lit up like a sunbeam.
“Kris! I didn’t think you’d make it.”
“How did he know someone was here?” one friend asked another softly.
“I smelled his cologne,” Adam replied, much to their surprise. “Yes, I heard you,” he laughed, “my hearing has gotten a lot better.”
“Apparently,” one of his friends laughed. “So, this is your Kris.”
“You’ve been talking about me?” he asked softly.
“Of course. You saved my life.”
“Adam ….”
“Seriously Kris, I couldn’t have moved on without you.”
For the rest of the evening, Kris didn’t leave Adam’s side, explaining countless times to the guests just what Adam had been taught and how well he’s done. Around 11pm, guests start leaving and Kris began noticing the mess; items carefully arranged yesterday were out of place, cushions were on the floor, empty glasses were on every surface and the dining room and kitchen were a mess. Kris couldn’t leave the place like this so he started cleaning up, beginning with the kitchen and dining room. By the time he headed back into the living room to gather the glasses, he discovered everyone had left. Adam was sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees and a pensive gaze on his face.
“I’ll just … finish clearing up … and be on my way.”
Adam didn’t utter a word as Kris picked up the wine glasses and went into the kitchen. He heard footsteps coming his way and turned, finding Adam standing in the doorway.
“Can I ask you something Kris?”
“Of course.”
“Am I ever going to see you again?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Do you want that too?”
“Honestly?” Adam nodded. “Yeah Ad, I … I don’t want to loose what we’ve built … the friendship we’ve built.”
“I don’t want to loose that connection either.” Adam moved closer, his hand outstretched. Kris reached out and held on. “Can I ask you something else Kris?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not my teacher any more so I want an honest answer. That night, when we almost kissed … did you, did you want to kiss me?”
“Very much.”
Adam smiled and slowly moving his hands up Kris’ arms until he cupped his face.
“Do you still want to kiss me?”
Kris gently ran the back of his fingers down Adam’s jaw, feeling the other man lean in, and then brushed his thumb against the freckled bottom lip before bringing them together. Their first kiss was soft, and slow, and perfect. Adam released Kris’ mouth first, trailing his lips over his former teacher’s forehead and cheeks before claiming him again with renewed desire. Kris moaned sweetly as large hands clasped him tight. In turn, he let his hands move down Adam’s back and cup his ass, pressing their hardening bodies together.
Time stopped as the two men let out the want and need that had blossomed between them. Kris’ mind was full of wonder and joy and love as they made their way to the bedroom. Stripped of their clothes and that propriety that had kept them at arm’s length, they laid facing each other, tasting hot skin and touching. When they were ready, Kris stretched out on his stomach, one leg bent up, and they connected, fitting together as if they’d once been whole. Fingers entwined, they moved slowly, then faster … faster … harder … more … more … more … until they exploded, bodies seizing and shaking in pleasure.
As they came off their mutual high, they remained connected as they caught their breath. They were sweaty, wet and sticky but couldn’t bear the thought of separating. Kris closed his eyes, his exhausted body blanketed under his man. Slowly, he drew their clasped hands to his mouth and he kissed each polished finger.
Adam kissed the shell of his ear then nuzzled his head into the crook of Kris’ shoulder.
“I love you,” Adam whispered tenderly.
Kris felt tears fall on his heated skin. Turning his head, Kris kissed Adam’s hair and pressed back against him.
“I love you too.”