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Title: I Am Always Yours (2/6)
Pairing: Kris/Adam, Kris/Matt mention
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,116
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. This did not happen, only in my mind Although, it really did happen. Just saying.
Summary: This starts from sometime on the show up until present time, and this is the way I choose to believe it happened. A song called "Falling For You" by Seabird inspired this entire fic.
Warning: This involves language, fluff, and first time sex.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1204576.html?#cutid1
As Kris refuses to get out of bed, his mind drifts back to Adam as usual. He wonders what will happen when the tour ends. All he really wants is Adam here with him, his hands on his body and touching him just the way he likes. Kris shut his eyes and wonders about God. How could something so wrong feel so right?
"Matt, I can't be gay. I'm married!" Kris said with pure frustration.
"If you are, then you are man. There's nothing you can do."
"But...." Kris trailed off.
"You're married, but you don't want to be. You're.... you like Adam. I see it, you know. Look, my dad's a preacher back in Kalamazoo and everyone's always talking about how wrong it is to be gay. And, he's always there defending people like Adam and, well, you. He always throws it in their face that Jesus never talked about homosexuality in a negative context. They read right past that. You know, there are worse things you could be doing than sexing up your roommate. You just gotta do what feels right."
Kris thinks about that conversation a lot of the time, and he wonders if he can successfully leave Katy. They both know why they got married in the first place. It isn't because he wanted to, but in some stupid way to suppress his urges. Tonight, here he is giving into them all. It was a lot like the first time he had sex with Adam. And, it was a lot like the night Adam walked in naked and he practically jumped his bones right then and there, but everyone would've gotten suspicious if both of them didn't go downstairs to eat dinner.
Kris was spending his one night off in his room, and Adam was downstairs talking to everyone before they went to bed. He decided to take a quick shower and wasn't really up to talking. All he could think about was Adam. Adam naked, Adam smiling, Adam cuddling with him. It was always Adam on his mind, and it was hard. Looking in the mirror, he winced. "Fuck," Kris said aloud, immediately seeing his hard-on.
Adam walks into the room quietly, watching Kris stand in front of the mirror in just his boxer briefs.
"Are you checking yourself out in the mirror?" Adam asked, closing the door behind him. He locks it, just in case.
Kris turns around immediately hearing his roommate's voice. "Oh! Hey," Kris said into the mirror. He refused turn around because Adam will know.
Adam walks over to the other side of the room where Kris is standing, grasping his shoulders and making him turn around. His eyes drift downwards immediately seeing the bulge in Kris' boxer briefs that were clinging way too tightly to his body.
Kris shouldn't be wanting to give in right now. He remembers how his body's been aching lately. He lifts his hand up to Adam's hair, tangling his fingers in his soft black hair.
Adam makes his happy noise when Kris does that, nuzzling his head against his hand. Kris rests his head against Adam's chest. All he can smell is Adam, and it is quite possibly the most intoxicating smell. It always makes his body ache more because of what he didn't have. He wants Adam. His body still aches, but in a good way.
"Tell me what you want, Kristopher," Adam mumbled into Kris' ear.
"You. I want you," Kris said quietly, not even bothering to look up at him.
"You can't back out of this now," Adam said quietly.
"I don't want to back out," he promised, finally looking up at him.
Adam turns him around to face the mirror, hooking his fingers into Kris' dark blue boxer briefs and tugging them down. "You're gorgeous," Adam said as he stands behind him and kisses his neck, breathing hot air there.
Kris pushes his boxer briefs away and kicks them to the side, and looks at Adam in the mirror. He never really felt comfortable looking at himself there. The color in his face returns when Adam forces him to look at himself in the mirror.
"Don't worry about the mirror," he whispered, unbuttoning his own shirt.
Kris watches his own cock twitch when he realizes Adam was going to fuck him in front of the mirror. He feels Adam's knuckles against his ass when he figures out that Adam is doing what he could to get his own pants off. He reaches around to the back of him and touches the head of Adam's cock.
Adam looks at the mirror and his eyes were open wide, and he knew he didn't want to miss a second of this. He leans forward a little and grasps Kris' smaller hips and pulls him back to walk backwards with him to the bed. He tugs him down to make Kris sit on his lap and facing him, but not close enough to actually touch his cock yet.
"Please," Kris whimpered out from his pouty lips.
"Please what?" Adam asked.
"Fuck me before I go crazy."
That was all the incentive that Adam needs. He reaches over to grab the lube that's in the drawer along with some condoms. "This might hurt at first," Adam said. He doesn't want it to hurt him, but the first time usually does. It's different with everybody, though.
Kris simply nods, feeling Adam insert one of his coated fingers in his ass and takes in a deep breath. Without thinking, Kris presses down on his finger more and Adam smiles in satisfaction. He's feeling Adam spread him open when he adds a second finger. He's starting to get used to the feeling, and it isn't how he thought it would feel. His mouth flies open when he feels the third finger. "Fuck," Kris panted out.
Adam removes his fingers slowly and slid the condom onto his cock. He moves Kris closer to his cock and he isn't sure how easy this is going to be, but before he knows the head of his cock disappears into Kris' perfect ass. He thrust upwards in reaction to feeling Kris tighten around his cock.
Kris feels that burn in his ass that Adam was talking about, but he doesn't care right now. He can deal with the slight pain right now in exchange for the pleasure that's soon to follow. He slides all the way down onto Adam's cock and lets out a growl that came from somewhere in the back of his throat. He reaches behind and grabs the back of Adam's neck much like Adam did the first time he kissed him.
Adam pushes upwards, grinding up against Kris. He thought he'd be doing all the work, but when he isn't paying attention Kris is grinding down onto his cock. His eyelids flew shut, and Kris' words only made this better.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Kris simply said, moving his hand to Adam's freckled shoulders that he's been growing so fond of lately. He's pushing down onto Adam when Adam pushed up into him, and it's hard to have a lot of movement riding him like this. He's still tight around him, and his legs are short. He keeps his eyes open, watching them in the mirror in front of him. There are two mirrors; one in front of Kris and one behind him. He makes a mental note to thank whoever designed this room.
Adam grabs onto Kris' hips and watches his cock slide out of him and slowly back in him. He makes his happy noise again, and his eyes are glued on the mirror.
Kris falls back down onto his cock fast, and slides back up again.
Adam wraps a warm hand around Kris' cock, looking up at him. He ran his fingertips along the slit, scooping up the drops of pre-come, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it. He moans at the taste and knows he was no longer thinking clearly. "I want you to be mine," Adam panted out.
"I am," Kris said, breathlessly. He runs one of his hands to the side of Adam's face and Adam moves his head to the side, catching his finger in his mouth and sucks on it desperately. Kris knows he'd never had anything hotter happen to him than this moment right now.
Adam's thrusts became frantic, and Kris is fucking himself on Adam's lap and he grinds down on him harder, watching Adam throw his head back. His voice is loud, and sounds like music to Kris' ears. Kris holds onto him, feeling Adam come inside him. He pulls out of him once he did come, and he knows Kris' cock is probably aching at this point. He picks Kris up and lays him down on the bed and puts his mouth on Kris' cock, pushing his tongue in quickly. Kris is coming undone before his eyes and it's somewhat of a dream come true. He smiles against Kris' cock in his mouth and all he hears is his name before he feels Kris come in his mouth.
Adam moves his body up and presses his lips against Kris' and his knees would've buckled had they not been lying down already.
All Kris can feel is Adam's warm mouth, and his hand resting flat against Kris' chest, pulling himself closer to him right now. He just holds Kris close and kisses him, refusing to think about the consequences right now. Adam buries his face in Kris' shoulder and starts crying.
"Adam?" Kris asked, looking down at him. "Look at me," he requested, realizing that Adam is crying. All he does, though, was holding Adam closer, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not letting go. Just-- I love you."
Finally, Adam stopped crying, He lifts his face off Kris' shoulder and smiles weakly.
"Are-- are you sure you're mine?" he asked, looking into Kris' brown eyes.
"Yes. I'm also sure that I love you in a way I don't love Katy."
Adam's eyes widen quickly, and he is having a hard time finding the words. "God, Kris. I love you. I've loved you since-- when I wasn't supposed to. I can't help giving into you, you know. You're.... perfect."
Kris pulls Adam closer up to him until their lips met softly, and he kisses him. They continue kissing for a while. Before he knew it, Kris is letting his tongue explore Adam's mouth and he is moaning heavily against his mouth.
Lying on his bed with Kris, he wonders if there is ever going to be a time when he will make love to him without wanting to cry. He cried because of Katy, and because of how much he wants Kris now more than ever.
Later that night, there is a knock on Adam's door on the one free night they have in between tour stops. It is safe to say that Adam spent the night before re-evaluating their relationship. It's hidden, and only in secret because the man he loves is married.
"Kris," Adam said when he opens the door. "I can't -- I can't keep doing this. I want you to be mine," he said, immediately seeing Kris' face.
"I want that, too, you know." Kris said, walking into Adam's room.
"Would you be leaving Katy if it wasn't for me?" Adam asked. It's a question that's been on his mind a lot since their first time having sex.
"Yes. I mean, she wanted to get married because of my gay thoughts. She thought it would help because to her it's wrong. But, I don't understand how something so wrong feels so right with you."
"I know it's selfish of me to ask, but I want to be the only one you're with. That's ridiculous, right?" Adam asked, sitting down on the bed.
"It's not ridiculous and you're not selfish," Kris said, sitting next to him on the bed. "I don't want anyone else, but you. Do you understand me?"
Adam looks like he's having a hard time hearing this, so instead he looks into Kris' brown eyes that could melt him in an instant.
"You're mine, Adam. I'm yours," Kris said, leaning his head on Adam's shoulder.
"Only yours. I have to know, Kris. How long have you-- felt this way about me?"
"Oh, god. Some time in the mansion. Maybe before then. I've been completely and hopelessly in love with you for a long time and I was afraid to admit it because I felt like a bad person," Kris admitted, mumbling against his shoulder.
"You're not a bad person, Kris. You're the best I've ever known."
Pairing: Kris/Adam, Kris/Matt mention
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,116
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. This did not happen, only in my mind Although, it really did happen. Just saying.
Summary: This starts from sometime on the show up until present time, and this is the way I choose to believe it happened. A song called "Falling For You" by Seabird inspired this entire fic.
Warning: This involves language, fluff, and first time sex.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1204576.html?#cutid1
As Kris refuses to get out of bed, his mind drifts back to Adam as usual. He wonders what will happen when the tour ends. All he really wants is Adam here with him, his hands on his body and touching him just the way he likes. Kris shut his eyes and wonders about God. How could something so wrong feel so right?
"Matt, I can't be gay. I'm married!" Kris said with pure frustration.
"If you are, then you are man. There's nothing you can do."
"But...." Kris trailed off.
"You're married, but you don't want to be. You're.... you like Adam. I see it, you know. Look, my dad's a preacher back in Kalamazoo and everyone's always talking about how wrong it is to be gay. And, he's always there defending people like Adam and, well, you. He always throws it in their face that Jesus never talked about homosexuality in a negative context. They read right past that. You know, there are worse things you could be doing than sexing up your roommate. You just gotta do what feels right."
Kris thinks about that conversation a lot of the time, and he wonders if he can successfully leave Katy. They both know why they got married in the first place. It isn't because he wanted to, but in some stupid way to suppress his urges. Tonight, here he is giving into them all. It was a lot like the first time he had sex with Adam. And, it was a lot like the night Adam walked in naked and he practically jumped his bones right then and there, but everyone would've gotten suspicious if both of them didn't go downstairs to eat dinner.
Kris was spending his one night off in his room, and Adam was downstairs talking to everyone before they went to bed. He decided to take a quick shower and wasn't really up to talking. All he could think about was Adam. Adam naked, Adam smiling, Adam cuddling with him. It was always Adam on his mind, and it was hard. Looking in the mirror, he winced. "Fuck," Kris said aloud, immediately seeing his hard-on.
Adam walks into the room quietly, watching Kris stand in front of the mirror in just his boxer briefs.
"Are you checking yourself out in the mirror?" Adam asked, closing the door behind him. He locks it, just in case.
Kris turns around immediately hearing his roommate's voice. "Oh! Hey," Kris said into the mirror. He refused turn around because Adam will know.
Adam walks over to the other side of the room where Kris is standing, grasping his shoulders and making him turn around. His eyes drift downwards immediately seeing the bulge in Kris' boxer briefs that were clinging way too tightly to his body.
Kris shouldn't be wanting to give in right now. He remembers how his body's been aching lately. He lifts his hand up to Adam's hair, tangling his fingers in his soft black hair.
Adam makes his happy noise when Kris does that, nuzzling his head against his hand. Kris rests his head against Adam's chest. All he can smell is Adam, and it is quite possibly the most intoxicating smell. It always makes his body ache more because of what he didn't have. He wants Adam. His body still aches, but in a good way.
"Tell me what you want, Kristopher," Adam mumbled into Kris' ear.
"You. I want you," Kris said quietly, not even bothering to look up at him.
"You can't back out of this now," Adam said quietly.
"I don't want to back out," he promised, finally looking up at him.
Adam turns him around to face the mirror, hooking his fingers into Kris' dark blue boxer briefs and tugging them down. "You're gorgeous," Adam said as he stands behind him and kisses his neck, breathing hot air there.
Kris pushes his boxer briefs away and kicks them to the side, and looks at Adam in the mirror. He never really felt comfortable looking at himself there. The color in his face returns when Adam forces him to look at himself in the mirror.
"Don't worry about the mirror," he whispered, unbuttoning his own shirt.
Kris watches his own cock twitch when he realizes Adam was going to fuck him in front of the mirror. He feels Adam's knuckles against his ass when he figures out that Adam is doing what he could to get his own pants off. He reaches around to the back of him and touches the head of Adam's cock.
Adam looks at the mirror and his eyes were open wide, and he knew he didn't want to miss a second of this. He leans forward a little and grasps Kris' smaller hips and pulls him back to walk backwards with him to the bed. He tugs him down to make Kris sit on his lap and facing him, but not close enough to actually touch his cock yet.
"Please," Kris whimpered out from his pouty lips.
"Please what?" Adam asked.
"Fuck me before I go crazy."
That was all the incentive that Adam needs. He reaches over to grab the lube that's in the drawer along with some condoms. "This might hurt at first," Adam said. He doesn't want it to hurt him, but the first time usually does. It's different with everybody, though.
Kris simply nods, feeling Adam insert one of his coated fingers in his ass and takes in a deep breath. Without thinking, Kris presses down on his finger more and Adam smiles in satisfaction. He's feeling Adam spread him open when he adds a second finger. He's starting to get used to the feeling, and it isn't how he thought it would feel. His mouth flies open when he feels the third finger. "Fuck," Kris panted out.
Adam removes his fingers slowly and slid the condom onto his cock. He moves Kris closer to his cock and he isn't sure how easy this is going to be, but before he knows the head of his cock disappears into Kris' perfect ass. He thrust upwards in reaction to feeling Kris tighten around his cock.
Kris feels that burn in his ass that Adam was talking about, but he doesn't care right now. He can deal with the slight pain right now in exchange for the pleasure that's soon to follow. He slides all the way down onto Adam's cock and lets out a growl that came from somewhere in the back of his throat. He reaches behind and grabs the back of Adam's neck much like Adam did the first time he kissed him.
Adam pushes upwards, grinding up against Kris. He thought he'd be doing all the work, but when he isn't paying attention Kris is grinding down onto his cock. His eyelids flew shut, and Kris' words only made this better.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Kris simply said, moving his hand to Adam's freckled shoulders that he's been growing so fond of lately. He's pushing down onto Adam when Adam pushed up into him, and it's hard to have a lot of movement riding him like this. He's still tight around him, and his legs are short. He keeps his eyes open, watching them in the mirror in front of him. There are two mirrors; one in front of Kris and one behind him. He makes a mental note to thank whoever designed this room.
Adam grabs onto Kris' hips and watches his cock slide out of him and slowly back in him. He makes his happy noise again, and his eyes are glued on the mirror.
Kris falls back down onto his cock fast, and slides back up again.
Adam wraps a warm hand around Kris' cock, looking up at him. He ran his fingertips along the slit, scooping up the drops of pre-come, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it. He moans at the taste and knows he was no longer thinking clearly. "I want you to be mine," Adam panted out.
"I am," Kris said, breathlessly. He runs one of his hands to the side of Adam's face and Adam moves his head to the side, catching his finger in his mouth and sucks on it desperately. Kris knows he'd never had anything hotter happen to him than this moment right now.
Adam's thrusts became frantic, and Kris is fucking himself on Adam's lap and he grinds down on him harder, watching Adam throw his head back. His voice is loud, and sounds like music to Kris' ears. Kris holds onto him, feeling Adam come inside him. He pulls out of him once he did come, and he knows Kris' cock is probably aching at this point. He picks Kris up and lays him down on the bed and puts his mouth on Kris' cock, pushing his tongue in quickly. Kris is coming undone before his eyes and it's somewhat of a dream come true. He smiles against Kris' cock in his mouth and all he hears is his name before he feels Kris come in his mouth.
Adam moves his body up and presses his lips against Kris' and his knees would've buckled had they not been lying down already.
All Kris can feel is Adam's warm mouth, and his hand resting flat against Kris' chest, pulling himself closer to him right now. He just holds Kris close and kisses him, refusing to think about the consequences right now. Adam buries his face in Kris' shoulder and starts crying.
"Adam?" Kris asked, looking down at him. "Look at me," he requested, realizing that Adam is crying. All he does, though, was holding Adam closer, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not letting go. Just-- I love you."
Finally, Adam stopped crying, He lifts his face off Kris' shoulder and smiles weakly.
"Are-- are you sure you're mine?" he asked, looking into Kris' brown eyes.
"Yes. I'm also sure that I love you in a way I don't love Katy."
Adam's eyes widen quickly, and he is having a hard time finding the words. "God, Kris. I love you. I've loved you since-- when I wasn't supposed to. I can't help giving into you, you know. You're.... perfect."
Kris pulls Adam closer up to him until their lips met softly, and he kisses him. They continue kissing for a while. Before he knew it, Kris is letting his tongue explore Adam's mouth and he is moaning heavily against his mouth.
Lying on his bed with Kris, he wonders if there is ever going to be a time when he will make love to him without wanting to cry. He cried because of Katy, and because of how much he wants Kris now more than ever.
Later that night, there is a knock on Adam's door on the one free night they have in between tour stops. It is safe to say that Adam spent the night before re-evaluating their relationship. It's hidden, and only in secret because the man he loves is married.
"Kris," Adam said when he opens the door. "I can't -- I can't keep doing this. I want you to be mine," he said, immediately seeing Kris' face.
"I want that, too, you know." Kris said, walking into Adam's room.
"Would you be leaving Katy if it wasn't for me?" Adam asked. It's a question that's been on his mind a lot since their first time having sex.
"Yes. I mean, she wanted to get married because of my gay thoughts. She thought it would help because to her it's wrong. But, I don't understand how something so wrong feels so right with you."
"I know it's selfish of me to ask, but I want to be the only one you're with. That's ridiculous, right?" Adam asked, sitting down on the bed.
"It's not ridiculous and you're not selfish," Kris said, sitting next to him on the bed. "I don't want anyone else, but you. Do you understand me?"
Adam looks like he's having a hard time hearing this, so instead he looks into Kris' brown eyes that could melt him in an instant.
"You're mine, Adam. I'm yours," Kris said, leaning his head on Adam's shoulder.
"Only yours. I have to know, Kris. How long have you-- felt this way about me?"
"Oh, god. Some time in the mansion. Maybe before then. I've been completely and hopelessly in love with you for a long time and I was afraid to admit it because I felt like a bad person," Kris admitted, mumbling against his shoulder.
"You're not a bad person, Kris. You're the best I've ever known."