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Title: I Am Always Yours (4/6)
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,407
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. Kris gives Adam his news. Phone sex. Kris returns to L.A.
Warning: This involves language, fluff, and sex.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1204576.html?#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1204889.html#cutid1
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1207935.html#cutid1
Adam threw himself into making appearances (the ones that weren't cancelled) and promoting his album. He realized he couldn’t sit around and wonder when he's going to get that phone call that would save his life. The lyric in his song Whataya Want From Me, I think you could save my life never had more meaning than it does now. He's glad he picked that as the second single off his album, hoping Kris catches the meaning somehow of why he'd been singing that on most appearances he made. Instead of going out like he normally would, he sat at home (to avoid paparazzi) and cried his eyes out after watching some romantic movie. He didn't know what else he could do or say to Kris at this point.
Kris is stuck in Arkansas right now because Daniel and his mother demanded he spend some time at home. He's lying in his bed when he decided he should at least text Adam.
Are you okay?
Kris has always been concerned about Adam's well being and how he's dealing with all of this. Knowing him, he's probably freaking out about everything and wondering if anytime this century they can actually be together.
Yeah, I mean I could be better. Are you?
Adam had a feeling Kris will elaborate on that. He really hoped he didn't because he sounds like the wounded, damage case that could break at any given second. His entire sanity was lying on the fact that his supposedly straight best friend who's married might pick him in the end. The thing is, though, he doesn't want an ending. He wants everything in between that. He's literally going crazy without having Kris here, or even in the same state.
Yeah... I just miss you.
The smile on Adam's face could only be seen by him, and just by those few words his mood lifted in an instant.
I miss you, too.
Adam felt like this is a dream. He's not seriously lying on his own bed because the couch had Kris all over it, and he just couldn't be there right now, sounding more pathetic by telling Kris he misses him.
I never told you why I'm in Arkansas. I mean, the real reason.
The real reason context caught Adam off guard, and he remembered what he told him. But, why would he lie about it?
What is it?
Once he sent it, he feels like his whole future is lying on every word that Kris types on his iPhone.
I told my family I left Katy.
Adam's heart dropped in his chest, fluttering when he realizes what Kris is actually doing. He left Katy.
Why didn't you tell me?
Adam is really confused as to why he wouldn't tell him about that. That really is the only thing keeping them apart right now besides their busy schedules.
I wanted my mom to understand first. She never wanted me to get married, and neither did I. I wish I hadn't, because this would be so much easier.
Kris regretted marrying Katy, because he did it for the wrong reasons. He didn't believe in divorce, but he didn't believe in staying in an unhappy marriage. It was just a way of picking one of the lesser evils.
I can't believe this is finally happening, Kristopher.
Adam's stomach filled with anticipatory feelings, and now he really wished Kris was here. It's official - he really is hooked on Kristopher Neil Allen. Adam isn't the only one that is hooked, though.
Kris realized what a tease he is sometimes, but he always has good intentions. Sometimes, he's not even aware of it.
We can talk about when I get back to L.A.... I really miss you, Adam.
Kris already said it earlier, but it has a deeper meaning this time. He did miss Adam in general, but there are other things he missed more about him.
I miss you on my couch.
That night stayed in Adam's memory and it had been hard to sit on that side of the couch after they fucked like rabbits after the American Music Awards.
Maybe we should try your bed next time.
Kris realized that he's possibly teasing him, and didn't really want to back out from the talk that suddenly turned dirty. It always happened with them, though. All he knew is he couldn't get enough of Adam and he wondered what they'd try next time in his bed. The thought alone is making his cock hard.
Would you ever want to suck me off?
The vibration caught Kris off guard when his thoughts drifted to Adam and the thought of having sex with him again. He pressed his hand against the thin material covering his cock. He couldn't figure out what power Adam had over him that he can make him this hard in an instant.
Yes. You'd be my first. Hope you don't mind. :]
Adam pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. Of course he wouldn't mind. Who wouldn't want Kris' mouth around their cock. If it were up to him, no one else would even get the chance.
You're making me hard, tease.
Adam is well aware of how much of a tease Kris happens to be. If Kris is as aware of it as he is, he didn't know. He sat there, and waited for a text for a good five minutes and he feels that slight tinge of disappointment. But, then his phone rings. He smiled, picking the phone up. "Well, well. Look who it is."
"I wanted to hear your voice," Kris said quietly.
Just hearing Kris' smooth voice makes Adam harder in a second. He never thought that someone as seemingly wholesome in plaid could make him come undone just like that.
"Are you still wearing those boxer briefs?" Adam asked. He knew Kris' habits almost as well as Kris does.
"Not anymore," Kris said, snaking his warm hand around his cock.
"Fuck. Now, I really wish I were there. Just the thought of you lying on your bed, naked.... completely exposed, all mine for the taking," he paused for a moment. "And, those lust-filled brown eyes. You're so beautiful, Kris and ten times more beautiful when I have one of my hands wrapped around your cock and you let out those little moans you think I don't hear."
"Yeah.... I like your hand on my cock," Kris said, curling his fingers around his cock, stroking it faster.
"Just my hand?" Adam asked, snickering a little.
"No, your mouth. Your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock," Kris panted out. The speed of his hand is increasing by the second. "And, the way you look at me until I come in your mouth."
"I'd finger you, too, and watch you squirm under me," Adam whispered.
"Please do..." Kris pleaded.
"I have three fingers inside your perfect ass, and I'd watch them disappear and pull out. I'd do that over and over again."
"Oh! Fuck," Kris said, running his hand over the head of his cock and over his slit. He ran it down the length of his cock, imagining Adam's fingers in him.
"Do you know what else I'd do?" Adam asked. He knew Kris would like this part.
"Tell me."
"I'd fuck you so hard you'd scream my name over and over. And, my cock would fill you up much more than my fingers could do," Adam said, breathlessly.
Kris groaned loudly and felt his body tensing up at Adam's every word and imagining all the things he can do to him.
"Come for me," Adam requested in a low growl.
With those three words and the lust behind Adam's voice, he came hard. He jerked his hips upwards, and whispered Adam's name when he completely let go. He tried to find air, and stretched out his release as long as he could. "Adam...." he whispered yet again and he came down from his orgasm. He finds the need to breathe again and let go of his cock.
"You make the sexiest whimpers, you know that?" Adam asked, rhetorically.
"Not as sexy as yours," Kris answered.
"Would you like to hear them again?" Adam asked. He's moving the palm of his hand in long, slow strokes along his hard cock. He pushed his pants down, past his hips, giving him enough room to free himself.
"Yes, I want to hear you the way you are when you're on top of me. The next time I see you, I want to taste you and watch you come undone in my mouth," Kris took a chance on talking dirty to him.
"God, Kris. We should do this more often," Adam said, breathlessly. His hand is working at a more desperate speed. "I want.... you," he panted into his cell phone.
"Tell me what you want," Kris said, still lying naked on his bed.
"You. Fuck me, I want you," Adam said when he came in his hand. Kris' name fell off his lips quite a few times and knows he said it differently just then. "You're going to be the death of me, Kris Allen."
"No, I think I could save your life," Kris said, obviously smiling through the phone.
"You have no idea," Adam said, letting himself fall out of his euphoric sense coming down from his orgasm.
* * *
Kris is on his way back to Los Angeles, and the anxiety of what's waiting there for him could send his mind into a frenzy in a second if he let it. He announced to his family that he left his wife, and that it's for the best. As much as Kris and his entire family don't believe in divorce, he believes that he holds the divine right to be with the person that he loves. He knows that his family likes Adam, and that when everyone finds out they will either love or hate the idea that Kris Allen happens to be in love with a man.
* * *
Adam felt bad about everything, and the fact that Katy's the one that gets left in the end. A major part of him figures that he'd be the one in that position, and it isn't a good feeling. He thought he should go see her, but then he realized that's probably the last thing she wants. Before he knew it, the news of their divorce hit the press faster than his antics at the American Music Awards.
There have been several rumors about Kris and Katy Allen's marriage troubles, but they've been confirmed as of today. Kris Allen filed for divorce from his wife of a little over a year. No word on the reason behind the divorce except that it was mutual.
Adam's hand lingered over the phone, and he's itching to call Kris to see how far away he is.
When the doorbell rings, he jumped out of his skin. He doesn't know who it is, or if he invited someone over. It's followed by a few knocks on the door, and whoever it is sounded anxious. He stood up from the couch and is shocked, yet thrilled to see Kris.
"Kris," he stumbled over his words when Kris pushes past the door.
"Katy's... pregnant," he said, staring at Adam.
"Whoa. You told me you haven't had sex with her in months," Adam said, feeling like his heart is going to drop out of his chest.
"I," he says, pointing at himself, "haven't."
"Did you wait until after she said that to make yourself look less guilty when the press find out?" Adam asked.
"What! No, of course not. I announced the divorce three days ago. She told me this yesterday, Adam," Kris promised.
"I'm just tired of being the one hidden in the background," he admitted.
"You're not going to be, I promise. Everyone's going to know soon enough."
"Is that what you want?" Adam asked.
"Yeah," he nodded, "it is."
"Can I please kiss you now? This whole phone relationship isn't working for me."
"God, yes," Kris said in an exasperated tone.
Adam groaned and finds his lips on Kris', feeling like his knees are going to buckle. Kris has such an intense power over him, and the slightest touch can make him fall to his knees. Kris put his arm around Adam's back, pulling Adam closer to him. Tears fell out of Adam's eyes when he lets all these overwhelming feelings of everything they've been through and where they are now hit him all at once. It just felt so good to have Kris like this again.
It seems like Adam isn't the only one crying, mumbling something against his lips. Kris is too taken by all this to actually pull his lips away and say it out loud.
Adam pulled away from the kiss and just held Kris close to him, tangling his finger in Kris' hair. He looked down to see Kris nuzzling against his chest.
Kris is the guy that never cries, or lets people know about it, and here he is turning into an emotional wreck. He didn't care because this is Adam. He could be himself with Adam, and if he needs to break down then he'd be there for him. If Adam can't take him at his worst, then he doesn't deserve him. Lucky for them both, he could.
Finally, they both stop crying and Kris looked up at Adam into those sparkly blue eyes he loves so much. "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" Adam asked.
"All sorts of things. Crying all over you, taking so long to leave Katy, and making you wait. I just-- you deserve better."
Adam shook his head. "Cry whenever you need to. I'll be here, I promise. You didn't take too long, and I'm patient. I don't want better because I'm holding the best in my arms right now."
"Are-- are you sure about that?" Kris asked, keeping his hand on Adam's back.
Adam smiled, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Yes, I'm sure because I love you for exactly who you are."
Kris' eyes fill with moisture again, and he feels like he is going to cry from pure happiness. He remembered those words when he suggested who he should pick. "I can't believe all this is happening. I love you so much. You're just-- so perfect. I don't know if I can call you my boyfriend. It just sounds so trivial."
"Soul mate," Adam whispered in his ear.
Kris' eyes widen at Adam's hot breath in his ear. "I like that one better."
* * *
Lying on the bed with Adam, Kris laughed at the idea that they'd never had sex in a bed yet except for the mansion. A part of him wondered if this would ever become his bed, and not stay as Adam's bed. He knows what he wanted out of life. A part of him has always known from the day he met Adam.
Adam unbuttoned Kris shirt slowly, breathing hot air against the exposed skin as Kris ran his hands down Adam's arm and up his back to tangle in his hair.
"I know what I asked you on the phone, but for now can we just---" Adam trailed off, finally unbuttoning Kris' shirt.
"Yes," Kris simply agreed. He lifted up to push his shirt off and reaches above the hem of Adam's jeans to push his t-shirt off.
Adam unsnapped Kris' jeans and caught Kris in a kiss, moaning at the added warmth in his mouth.
Once they got rid of all their clothes, Kris found his own hand wrapped around Adam's hard cock. He didn't know something could feel this good until just now. Adam moves his hips a little, thrusted in Kris' hand, groaned while he did it.
If Kris made him feel this good with just his hand, he can only imagine how it would feel with his mouth.
Kris ran the tips of his fingers over the head of Adam's cock and looked him straight in the eye. "Please... fuck me," Kris requested.
"So demanding. I like you bossy," Adam said, feeling his heart speed up at the idea of doing this with him again. It had been over two months since they'd actually had sex and it's started to get to him. He reached over to grab the lube that's sitting on the table and coated a few of his fingers with it.
"Does this mean I'm really yours like you said back in the mansion the first time we did this?" Kris asked.
"Yes, I'm yours, angel," Adam said with a smile. He gently pushed his fingers in between Kris' cheeks. "I can't put my heart on the line unless I'm the only one."
"You're the only one. It's always been you," Kris added, feeling Adam's fingers pushing their way in. He liked the idea of this whole thing with Adam. He moved his body around so that he's now straddling Adam's lap with Adam's fingers still inside him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Adam said, leaning up and kissing Kris again. "And, you have a perfect mouth with your perfect lips," Adam trailed off.
"Which will be wrapped around your cock later," he promised. He wants to at least try it, and it's obvious to the both of them that he liked the feeling of Adam's cock in his hands anyways.
"I need to fuck you now," Adam said, pulling out the condom quickly and sliding it onto his cock. He couldn’t remember ever wanting someone as badly as he wants Kris. He said that every time before he did something with Kris, and it always got hotter time after time. Biting down onto his lips, he positioned his cock against Kris' ass.
Kris gasped as he feels the head of Adam's cock disappear in his ass, and every inch that follows made the sounds fall out of his mouth louder than the last.
Adam watched Kris's face carefully and how he reacted to having Adam's cock all the way inside him.
He didn't need to worry, though. Kris started moving, rocking his hips, testing out the entire feeling of Adam's cock like this.
Adam let out a groan and started rocking his hips with him, pulling back and thrusting with slower movements. He has to go slowly even now, because he doesn't want to hurt Kris. But, Kris didn't seem to care.
Kris pushed down on Adam's cock and moaned ever so sweetly that Adam thinks he could get used to that sound penetrating his ears.
Adam looked in front of him, seeing his cock sliding in and out of Kris' willing ass, and it took everything within him not to fuck him furiously. But, he moved his hips with Kris'. He pulled back and thrusts back just as hard, slamming his cock into Kris.
Kris intertwined his fingers with Adam's to give him something to hold onto while he fucked himself on Adam's cock. He relished in the feeling of Adam ramming his cock deep in his ass over and over again.
"Fuck," Adam yelled out. "I want to fuck you every day and every night until you can't take it anymore."
"Harder, Adam. Fuck me so hard."
And, he did. His thrusts grew rapid in an almost desperate attempt.
Adam wrapped his hand around Kris' warm cock, and knew that neither of them are going to last very long.
Kris screamed out feeling Adam's hand on his cock, and then Adam's cock in his ass. It's too much to handle, after all. Kris screamed Adam's name when he came hard.
Adam felt the tightness around his cock and it's over for him. He came, crying Kris' name over and over again.
They laid there together for a while; tangling their bodies together a few moments after Adam tossed the condom into the trash can.
"I love you, Kristopher. You make it worth waiting," he whispered into Kris' ear.
"I love you, too. But, thanks for loving me 'cause you're doing it perfectly," Kris said, letting out a little giggle.
"Oh, that was cheesy. Even for you," he laughed.
"But, there might have been a time when I would let you step away. I wouldn't even try, but I think you could save my life."
"You already have," Adam said, holding Kris closer.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,407
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. Kris gives Adam his news. Phone sex. Kris returns to L.A.
Warning: This involves language, fluff, and sex.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1204576.html?#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1204889.html#cutid1
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1207935.html#cutid1
Adam threw himself into making appearances (the ones that weren't cancelled) and promoting his album. He realized he couldn’t sit around and wonder when he's going to get that phone call that would save his life. The lyric in his song Whataya Want From Me, I think you could save my life never had more meaning than it does now. He's glad he picked that as the second single off his album, hoping Kris catches the meaning somehow of why he'd been singing that on most appearances he made. Instead of going out like he normally would, he sat at home (to avoid paparazzi) and cried his eyes out after watching some romantic movie. He didn't know what else he could do or say to Kris at this point.
Kris is stuck in Arkansas right now because Daniel and his mother demanded he spend some time at home. He's lying in his bed when he decided he should at least text Adam.
Are you okay?
Kris has always been concerned about Adam's well being and how he's dealing with all of this. Knowing him, he's probably freaking out about everything and wondering if anytime this century they can actually be together.
Yeah, I mean I could be better. Are you?
Adam had a feeling Kris will elaborate on that. He really hoped he didn't because he sounds like the wounded, damage case that could break at any given second. His entire sanity was lying on the fact that his supposedly straight best friend who's married might pick him in the end. The thing is, though, he doesn't want an ending. He wants everything in between that. He's literally going crazy without having Kris here, or even in the same state.
Yeah... I just miss you.
The smile on Adam's face could only be seen by him, and just by those few words his mood lifted in an instant.
I miss you, too.
Adam felt like this is a dream. He's not seriously lying on his own bed because the couch had Kris all over it, and he just couldn't be there right now, sounding more pathetic by telling Kris he misses him.
I never told you why I'm in Arkansas. I mean, the real reason.
The real reason context caught Adam off guard, and he remembered what he told him. But, why would he lie about it?
What is it?
Once he sent it, he feels like his whole future is lying on every word that Kris types on his iPhone.
I told my family I left Katy.
Adam's heart dropped in his chest, fluttering when he realizes what Kris is actually doing. He left Katy.
Why didn't you tell me?
Adam is really confused as to why he wouldn't tell him about that. That really is the only thing keeping them apart right now besides their busy schedules.
I wanted my mom to understand first. She never wanted me to get married, and neither did I. I wish I hadn't, because this would be so much easier.
Kris regretted marrying Katy, because he did it for the wrong reasons. He didn't believe in divorce, but he didn't believe in staying in an unhappy marriage. It was just a way of picking one of the lesser evils.
I can't believe this is finally happening, Kristopher.
Adam's stomach filled with anticipatory feelings, and now he really wished Kris was here. It's official - he really is hooked on Kristopher Neil Allen. Adam isn't the only one that is hooked, though.
Kris realized what a tease he is sometimes, but he always has good intentions. Sometimes, he's not even aware of it.
We can talk about when I get back to L.A.... I really miss you, Adam.
Kris already said it earlier, but it has a deeper meaning this time. He did miss Adam in general, but there are other things he missed more about him.
I miss you on my couch.
That night stayed in Adam's memory and it had been hard to sit on that side of the couch after they fucked like rabbits after the American Music Awards.
Maybe we should try your bed next time.
Kris realized that he's possibly teasing him, and didn't really want to back out from the talk that suddenly turned dirty. It always happened with them, though. All he knew is he couldn't get enough of Adam and he wondered what they'd try next time in his bed. The thought alone is making his cock hard.
Would you ever want to suck me off?
The vibration caught Kris off guard when his thoughts drifted to Adam and the thought of having sex with him again. He pressed his hand against the thin material covering his cock. He couldn't figure out what power Adam had over him that he can make him this hard in an instant.
Yes. You'd be my first. Hope you don't mind. :]
Adam pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. Of course he wouldn't mind. Who wouldn't want Kris' mouth around their cock. If it were up to him, no one else would even get the chance.
You're making me hard, tease.
Adam is well aware of how much of a tease Kris happens to be. If Kris is as aware of it as he is, he didn't know. He sat there, and waited for a text for a good five minutes and he feels that slight tinge of disappointment. But, then his phone rings. He smiled, picking the phone up. "Well, well. Look who it is."
"I wanted to hear your voice," Kris said quietly.
Just hearing Kris' smooth voice makes Adam harder in a second. He never thought that someone as seemingly wholesome in plaid could make him come undone just like that.
"Are you still wearing those boxer briefs?" Adam asked. He knew Kris' habits almost as well as Kris does.
"Not anymore," Kris said, snaking his warm hand around his cock.
"Fuck. Now, I really wish I were there. Just the thought of you lying on your bed, naked.... completely exposed, all mine for the taking," he paused for a moment. "And, those lust-filled brown eyes. You're so beautiful, Kris and ten times more beautiful when I have one of my hands wrapped around your cock and you let out those little moans you think I don't hear."
"Yeah.... I like your hand on my cock," Kris said, curling his fingers around his cock, stroking it faster.
"Just my hand?" Adam asked, snickering a little.
"No, your mouth. Your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock," Kris panted out. The speed of his hand is increasing by the second. "And, the way you look at me until I come in your mouth."
"I'd finger you, too, and watch you squirm under me," Adam whispered.
"Please do..." Kris pleaded.
"I have three fingers inside your perfect ass, and I'd watch them disappear and pull out. I'd do that over and over again."
"Oh! Fuck," Kris said, running his hand over the head of his cock and over his slit. He ran it down the length of his cock, imagining Adam's fingers in him.
"Do you know what else I'd do?" Adam asked. He knew Kris would like this part.
"Tell me."
"I'd fuck you so hard you'd scream my name over and over. And, my cock would fill you up much more than my fingers could do," Adam said, breathlessly.
Kris groaned loudly and felt his body tensing up at Adam's every word and imagining all the things he can do to him.
"Come for me," Adam requested in a low growl.
With those three words and the lust behind Adam's voice, he came hard. He jerked his hips upwards, and whispered Adam's name when he completely let go. He tried to find air, and stretched out his release as long as he could. "Adam...." he whispered yet again and he came down from his orgasm. He finds the need to breathe again and let go of his cock.
"You make the sexiest whimpers, you know that?" Adam asked, rhetorically.
"Not as sexy as yours," Kris answered.
"Would you like to hear them again?" Adam asked. He's moving the palm of his hand in long, slow strokes along his hard cock. He pushed his pants down, past his hips, giving him enough room to free himself.
"Yes, I want to hear you the way you are when you're on top of me. The next time I see you, I want to taste you and watch you come undone in my mouth," Kris took a chance on talking dirty to him.
"God, Kris. We should do this more often," Adam said, breathlessly. His hand is working at a more desperate speed. "I want.... you," he panted into his cell phone.
"Tell me what you want," Kris said, still lying naked on his bed.
"You. Fuck me, I want you," Adam said when he came in his hand. Kris' name fell off his lips quite a few times and knows he said it differently just then. "You're going to be the death of me, Kris Allen."
"No, I think I could save your life," Kris said, obviously smiling through the phone.
"You have no idea," Adam said, letting himself fall out of his euphoric sense coming down from his orgasm.
* * *
Kris is on his way back to Los Angeles, and the anxiety of what's waiting there for him could send his mind into a frenzy in a second if he let it. He announced to his family that he left his wife, and that it's for the best. As much as Kris and his entire family don't believe in divorce, he believes that he holds the divine right to be with the person that he loves. He knows that his family likes Adam, and that when everyone finds out they will either love or hate the idea that Kris Allen happens to be in love with a man.
* * *
Adam felt bad about everything, and the fact that Katy's the one that gets left in the end. A major part of him figures that he'd be the one in that position, and it isn't a good feeling. He thought he should go see her, but then he realized that's probably the last thing she wants. Before he knew it, the news of their divorce hit the press faster than his antics at the American Music Awards.
There have been several rumors about Kris and Katy Allen's marriage troubles, but they've been confirmed as of today. Kris Allen filed for divorce from his wife of a little over a year. No word on the reason behind the divorce except that it was mutual.
Adam's hand lingered over the phone, and he's itching to call Kris to see how far away he is.
When the doorbell rings, he jumped out of his skin. He doesn't know who it is, or if he invited someone over. It's followed by a few knocks on the door, and whoever it is sounded anxious. He stood up from the couch and is shocked, yet thrilled to see Kris.
"Kris," he stumbled over his words when Kris pushes past the door.
"Katy's... pregnant," he said, staring at Adam.
"Whoa. You told me you haven't had sex with her in months," Adam said, feeling like his heart is going to drop out of his chest.
"I," he says, pointing at himself, "haven't."
"Did you wait until after she said that to make yourself look less guilty when the press find out?" Adam asked.
"What! No, of course not. I announced the divorce three days ago. She told me this yesterday, Adam," Kris promised.
"I'm just tired of being the one hidden in the background," he admitted.
"You're not going to be, I promise. Everyone's going to know soon enough."
"Is that what you want?" Adam asked.
"Yeah," he nodded, "it is."
"Can I please kiss you now? This whole phone relationship isn't working for me."
"God, yes," Kris said in an exasperated tone.
Adam groaned and finds his lips on Kris', feeling like his knees are going to buckle. Kris has such an intense power over him, and the slightest touch can make him fall to his knees. Kris put his arm around Adam's back, pulling Adam closer to him. Tears fell out of Adam's eyes when he lets all these overwhelming feelings of everything they've been through and where they are now hit him all at once. It just felt so good to have Kris like this again.
It seems like Adam isn't the only one crying, mumbling something against his lips. Kris is too taken by all this to actually pull his lips away and say it out loud.
Adam pulled away from the kiss and just held Kris close to him, tangling his finger in Kris' hair. He looked down to see Kris nuzzling against his chest.
Kris is the guy that never cries, or lets people know about it, and here he is turning into an emotional wreck. He didn't care because this is Adam. He could be himself with Adam, and if he needs to break down then he'd be there for him. If Adam can't take him at his worst, then he doesn't deserve him. Lucky for them both, he could.
Finally, they both stop crying and Kris looked up at Adam into those sparkly blue eyes he loves so much. "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" Adam asked.
"All sorts of things. Crying all over you, taking so long to leave Katy, and making you wait. I just-- you deserve better."
Adam shook his head. "Cry whenever you need to. I'll be here, I promise. You didn't take too long, and I'm patient. I don't want better because I'm holding the best in my arms right now."
"Are-- are you sure about that?" Kris asked, keeping his hand on Adam's back.
Adam smiled, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Yes, I'm sure because I love you for exactly who you are."
Kris' eyes fill with moisture again, and he feels like he is going to cry from pure happiness. He remembered those words when he suggested who he should pick. "I can't believe all this is happening. I love you so much. You're just-- so perfect. I don't know if I can call you my boyfriend. It just sounds so trivial."
"Soul mate," Adam whispered in his ear.
Kris' eyes widen at Adam's hot breath in his ear. "I like that one better."
* * *
Lying on the bed with Adam, Kris laughed at the idea that they'd never had sex in a bed yet except for the mansion. A part of him wondered if this would ever become his bed, and not stay as Adam's bed. He knows what he wanted out of life. A part of him has always known from the day he met Adam.
Adam unbuttoned Kris shirt slowly, breathing hot air against the exposed skin as Kris ran his hands down Adam's arm and up his back to tangle in his hair.
"I know what I asked you on the phone, but for now can we just---" Adam trailed off, finally unbuttoning Kris' shirt.
"Yes," Kris simply agreed. He lifted up to push his shirt off and reaches above the hem of Adam's jeans to push his t-shirt off.
Adam unsnapped Kris' jeans and caught Kris in a kiss, moaning at the added warmth in his mouth.
Once they got rid of all their clothes, Kris found his own hand wrapped around Adam's hard cock. He didn't know something could feel this good until just now. Adam moves his hips a little, thrusted in Kris' hand, groaned while he did it.
If Kris made him feel this good with just his hand, he can only imagine how it would feel with his mouth.
Kris ran the tips of his fingers over the head of Adam's cock and looked him straight in the eye. "Please... fuck me," Kris requested.
"So demanding. I like you bossy," Adam said, feeling his heart speed up at the idea of doing this with him again. It had been over two months since they'd actually had sex and it's started to get to him. He reached over to grab the lube that's sitting on the table and coated a few of his fingers with it.
"Does this mean I'm really yours like you said back in the mansion the first time we did this?" Kris asked.
"Yes, I'm yours, angel," Adam said with a smile. He gently pushed his fingers in between Kris' cheeks. "I can't put my heart on the line unless I'm the only one."
"You're the only one. It's always been you," Kris added, feeling Adam's fingers pushing their way in. He liked the idea of this whole thing with Adam. He moved his body around so that he's now straddling Adam's lap with Adam's fingers still inside him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Adam said, leaning up and kissing Kris again. "And, you have a perfect mouth with your perfect lips," Adam trailed off.
"Which will be wrapped around your cock later," he promised. He wants to at least try it, and it's obvious to the both of them that he liked the feeling of Adam's cock in his hands anyways.
"I need to fuck you now," Adam said, pulling out the condom quickly and sliding it onto his cock. He couldn’t remember ever wanting someone as badly as he wants Kris. He said that every time before he did something with Kris, and it always got hotter time after time. Biting down onto his lips, he positioned his cock against Kris' ass.
Kris gasped as he feels the head of Adam's cock disappear in his ass, and every inch that follows made the sounds fall out of his mouth louder than the last.
Adam watched Kris's face carefully and how he reacted to having Adam's cock all the way inside him.
He didn't need to worry, though. Kris started moving, rocking his hips, testing out the entire feeling of Adam's cock like this.
Adam let out a groan and started rocking his hips with him, pulling back and thrusting with slower movements. He has to go slowly even now, because he doesn't want to hurt Kris. But, Kris didn't seem to care.
Kris pushed down on Adam's cock and moaned ever so sweetly that Adam thinks he could get used to that sound penetrating his ears.
Adam looked in front of him, seeing his cock sliding in and out of Kris' willing ass, and it took everything within him not to fuck him furiously. But, he moved his hips with Kris'. He pulled back and thrusts back just as hard, slamming his cock into Kris.
Kris intertwined his fingers with Adam's to give him something to hold onto while he fucked himself on Adam's cock. He relished in the feeling of Adam ramming his cock deep in his ass over and over again.
"Fuck," Adam yelled out. "I want to fuck you every day and every night until you can't take it anymore."
"Harder, Adam. Fuck me so hard."
And, he did. His thrusts grew rapid in an almost desperate attempt.
Adam wrapped his hand around Kris' warm cock, and knew that neither of them are going to last very long.
Kris screamed out feeling Adam's hand on his cock, and then Adam's cock in his ass. It's too much to handle, after all. Kris screamed Adam's name when he came hard.
Adam felt the tightness around his cock and it's over for him. He came, crying Kris' name over and over again.
They laid there together for a while; tangling their bodies together a few moments after Adam tossed the condom into the trash can.
"I love you, Kristopher. You make it worth waiting," he whispered into Kris' ear.
"I love you, too. But, thanks for loving me 'cause you're doing it perfectly," Kris said, letting out a little giggle.
"Oh, that was cheesy. Even for you," he laughed.
"But, there might have been a time when I would let you step away. I wouldn't even try, but I think you could save my life."
"You already have," Adam said, holding Kris closer.