Fic: Your Taste On My Mouth
Fic: Your Taste on My Mouth
Length: 5200 words
Author notes: Contains the forehead kiss that Chosenfire 28 asked for (Adam likes to kiss Kris on the forehead when he's sick, sad, or just to let him know he's there) and a whole lot more! Thanks to kradamlove16 for being my beta once again. You rock!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m sex, dildo, cock ring
Summary: It’s a cliché, I know, but it’s true - the tension between Kris and Adam is so thick you really could cut it with a butter knife.
Kris wiped hot tears from his eyes, then grabbed the steering wheel to put the car back between the lines. He chided himself for driving right now, then told himself off in response. I’ll do whatever I damn well please. I only had two drinks, I’m still legal.
He decided anger might be the better course than tears right now, anyway. Anger would keep him moving to his destination instead of sitting in a ditch in a puddle of wet sobs. He let the anger bubble up: anger at Katy for placing so many expectations on him; anger at management for having him by the balls and squeezing when they thought he might not toe the line. A great big “Fuck you!” escaped from his lips. It wasn’t like him, but it felt good. He added a raised middle finger to no one in particular, then nervously glanced around to be sure he hadn’t flipped off another driver. That wasn’t a safe thing to do in LA, not if you hoped to survive another day.
Kris intended to survive. Because it was finally over between him and Katy. There was no going backwards, only forwards and he knew exactly who forwards meant. The who didn’t know it yet, and it was probably presumptuous of Kris to assume and he really had low expectations, anyway. He didn’t expect that Adam’s feelings for him were anything beyond friendship, but he knew he’d be content to worship him from afar. Being near Adam would be enough.
***
Adam heard the pounding on his door and dragged himself out of bed, glancing at the clock. Three a.m. This is what I get for going to bed at a reasonable hour?
Perturbed feelings disappeared when he opened the door and Kris fell inside, fell into his arms and held on. “What’s wrong, Kris? You look awful.”
“Thanks, man.” Kris looked up, trying to put on a grin. “That makes me feel so much better.”
Adam led Kris to the sofa and sat him down. He seemed to be having trouble finding his legs right now. “My God, Kris, did you drive over here? How many drinks have you had?”
“Two, I think. Maybe three. But who’s counting? Aren’t you supposed to get sloshed then run to your best friend when you’ve just flown all over the country, pretended to be happy on orders, not slept for weeks, and ended your marriage?”
Adam pulled Kris in close against him, and Kris rested his head against Adam’s shoulder. Kris wasn’t crying anymore, but Adam could tell he had been. “So it’s for sure, then? Your problems can’t be worked out?”
“Naw, irreconcilable differences. Which means I decided I didn’t want to be fixed. I think I like myself fine the way I am, issues and all.”
Adam pressed his lips against Kris’s forehead and held them there, slight taste of hair product and sweat lingering on Kris’s skin. Those tastes, however, didn’t overpower the taste of Kris that he’d only sampled from just this spot on his forehead, and once (famously, and caught on camera) at his ear. He knew he should tread carefully because his feelings were so strong. Mainly, he should get his lips off Kris. He sighed and reluctantly pulled away to speak. “You know, that’s the one thing you still haven’t told me about - your ‘make or break’ issue, I think you called it once. Not that I’m pushing.”
“You’ll find out. I promise. But while I’m drunk and pissed and a walking zombie is probably not the time.”
Adam stood from the sofa and reached for Kris’s hands to pull him up. “Then I know exactly what you need. It’s called a good night’s sleep away from all the tension. I always find sleep works wonders.”
Adam led Kris down the hall and caught a quizzical look when he turned right, for the master bedroom, instead of left, for the guest room. “Yes, you’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” Adam answered the unasked question. “That’s as long as you don’t mind that I didn’t change the sheets for you and I was just in it. But that does mean it’s still warm.”
“Warm is nice.” Kris tightened his grip around Adam’s waist. “But you’ve got a guest room…..”
“Yes, with a bed that’s not nearly as comfortable. You’re the one in desperate need of sleep, not me. I’ve been resting okay lately.” Adam figured “okay” was kind of relative. He was sleeping 4 or 5 hours, instead of just a couple.
Adam helped Kris sit down on the edge of his bed, covers already turned back from him jumping out of them moments ago, and removed Kris’s shoes. “You can get in whatever state of undress you’re used to and slip under the covers while I make you a relaxing cup of tea. You’ll be sleeping in no time.”
Pulling the bedroom door shut behind him, Adam willed himself to not think about Kris undressing and putting his body under his covers. When he pulled the tea bags out of the cabinet, he noticed his hands were trembling.
***
Kris sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. His thoughts were an unorganized mess, just like his life. Wow, I really shouldn’t be taking Adam’s bed…He’s too good to me….Should I sleep in my clothes so I don’t rub my sweaty, naked skin all over Adam’s sheets?....Hey, these sheets are silky. Nice!....Yep, I think I’ll get naked and have sex with these sheets…he, he, he. Well at least the ‘get naked’ part…Is that Adam I hear stirring my tea? He must be coming back. I suppose I should get under the covers seeing as I’m naked. Or I could just surprise him?
Rationality kicked in. He’d already made the decision to not tell Adam his “issue” yet: that nagging little problem of being attracted to guys - particularly, one guy - that had put the nail in the coffin of his marriage. Adam was right. He needed to sleep, not try to seduce the man who’d been interrupting his rest for months now. He’d think better with ten hours of sleep for his weary body and brain. He climbed under Adam’s covers just as Adam tapped on the door.
“Come in,” Kris mumbled out, quickly pulling the covers up into a heap around his midsection and mentally scolding his cock for the abrupt rise.
***
Adam backed into the door, pressing it open with his hips and trying not to spill the steaming tea. “Sleepytime on its way,” he said in a sing-song voice. “Sorry it’s so full - I’ll sit it down on the nightstand and leave. You’ll probably have to get back up to drink it.”
“Looks really hot,” Kris said. “Suppose you could blow on it for me?”
Adam raised an eyebrow. Kris said it very matter-of-factly but he seemed to be suppressing a grin. Kris had mostly stopped his flirtatious ways months ago and Adam had missed it, despite the occasional schoolgirl-like embarrassment Kris elicited from him. “Are you serious or playing with me? Sometimes I can’t tell.”
“Serious, of course. I like watching you blow on tea.”
There it was again. That familiar blush. Adam’s cheeks were hot as he complied, blowing on the drink as Kris sat up in bed, pulling the covers just around himself - enough to hide his privates, but not enough to prevent the revelation of way too much Kris Allen skin for Adam to take calmly. He was, of course, shirtless, but as Adam handed the mug into Kris’s outstretched hands, he couldn’t help seeing the curve of completely bare hips. Kris patted the side of the bed and Adam sat down as Kris sipped the tea. Kristopher fucking Allen is sleeping naked in my bed tonight. Adam thought he should probably make himself some tea as well, maybe add a little something to it, or he’d be the one suffering from insomnia.
Adam waited there till Kris finished his tea and handed the mug back, because that appeared to be what Kris wanted. He wondered what else Kris wanted, then shut the thought out of his mind. He mustn’t go there. He knew they’d always been on the edge of something but figured it was likely to always stay that way - on the edge, never something. He also knew he would be far smarter to move on, find somebody he had a chance with, but he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He’d been holding on for months, hoping against hope that Kris and Katy’s problems had something to do with him, and then feeling awful about it. Now hope was naked in his bed.
Adam stood abruptly to escape. “Night, Kris. I’ll grab some clothes on the way out, and you can sleep till noon if you want to.”
“Tuck me in?” It was definitely a question, not a demand.
Adam sighed. “I’ll never figure out what I am to you, Kris. A friend? A snuggly teddy bear? And now your mommy, apparently?”
Kris wiggled down, back under the bedding and smiled. “For now, if it makes you feel better, just go with mommy. But you might have missed something in that list. We’ll have to come back to it.”
Adam tucked the covers around Kris and kissed him on the forehead. “If you promise we’ll come back to it, that’s good enough for me. Sleep well, baby.”
Adam pulled the door shut behind him, carrying the mug to the kitchen. He was glad Kris had mostly finished his tea or it would be spilled everywhere. He couldn’t seem to contain the trembling in his hands.
***
Kris snuggled into the pillow, breathing in Adam. The smooth sheets ghosted over his skin and he shivered for no apparent reason, other than the fact that Adam had just been between these sheets sleeping less than an hour ago, and in Kris’s mind he was still there in essence. Blood seemed to be rushing to his groin and he told himself to stop thinking about it. He was exhausted. He needed sleep to be rational. He could never tell Adam the truth in the state he was in because he knew Adam so well. Adam would not believe it. He’d blame it on pain and heartache and jet lag and insomnia. He’d blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-al-co-hol, Kris sung in his mind and grinned. Maybe if this thing with Adam didn’t work out, he’d go look up Jamie Foxx. He’d heard about that “swoon” comment from the Ellen Show.
Tossing to his other side, Kris tried again to relax. He was starting to think he’d have a better chance at sleeping if Adam had given him the less comfortable guest bed. That bed didn’t have Adam’s scent in it. That bed wouldn’t have the indentation of Adam’s body in the mattress. That bed wouldn’t raise questions about how much sex had gone on there, and of what variety. So many questions: How many boyfriends? Kinky or pretty vanilla? How much self-pleasure? Adam had insisted he wasn’t seeing anyone and wasn’t interested in random hookups at the moment, so surely plenty of that, Kris reasoned.
He resisted the urge to search in Adam’s nightstand. He wasn’t even sure what he was hoping to find, because he already knew there would be lube and condoms. What about handcuffs or ropes or blindfolds? Would Adam be into that? What about dildos? Kris suppressed a groan. Surely Adam didn’t have a dildo. Adam said he was a top, so he probably didn’t like taking it in the ass. But what if he did on occasion? Would he have such a thing? Because Kris was really, really curious. He’d just left his wife over his claims of being gay, yet he’d never actually done anything truly gay beyond hugs and chaste cheek and forehead kisses…
He sighed and told himself it wasn’t right to snoop in Adam’s stuff. But he reserved the option of changing his mind and snooping anyway if he lay here much longer. Sleep wasn’t coming, that was for sure. The boner was downright disturbing now. On top of that, in the stillness of the night Kris was certain he could hear Adam breathing across the hall, even with the door closed. He could hear the rhythm, picture Adam’s chest rising and falling, see Adam’s eyelashes lying against his cheeks as he slept. Adam probably had his mouth just slightly open and breathing in a not-quite-snore. That was how he always slept, the way Kris had watched him sleep many times when Adam didn’t know Kris was awake. Kris lay still and listened to the rhythm in his head, soft breaths and sleepy sounds. Adam had no idea what he did to him. It would probably be far smarter if he never told him. Then again, Kris hadn’t been the smartest kid in the class lately.
***
Adam started to reach down - under the covers, under the waistband of his pajamas - then scolded his wayward hand and his demanding cock. Damn it, no! Not with Kris across the hall! Not with Kris on my mind!
He rolled to his side, cursing himself for buying a cheap mattress for the guest bedroom, then cursing himself for making stupid excuses. The bed wasn’t that bad. It was his brain that was bad. His brain was repeating questions to him that he shouldn’t be thinking about, hopeful and longing thoughts that didn’t lend themselves to sleep: What if Kris’s ‘issue’ is that he’s not 100% straight! Might Kris be thinking of me as more than a friend?
Well, if he didn’t sleep, at least Kris should get a good, full night. He’d spared no expense on a really good bed and the sheets were luxurious and comfortable. The tea (combined with the earlier alcohol) should knock him out soon. Kris was probably making those adorable faces right now, the ones Adam would watch sometimes when he couldn’t sleep in the mansion or on the bus. Adam could almost swear he could hear Kris’s deep breathing from across the hall, even with the door shut. Kris would be snuggled in under the covers and after a deep, restful sleep he’d see things more clearly in the morning. Hopefully not so clearly that he went back to Katy.
If that happened, there was nothing he could do about it. Adam was not going to reveal how he felt to Kris, beg Kris to choose him over his wife. He. Would. Not. He’d known when he met Kris that he was married, and it was his own stupid fault for letting himself fall so hard.
In the morning, Kris would probably be all gushy, thanking Adam for letting him crash. He’d tell Adam that his “issue” was that he didn’t like being controlled and Katy was too controlling and she’d have to work on that before he’d stay around. He’d probably tell Adam that he thought of him as more than a friend, more like a brother. God! He hated the times he’d said Kris was like a brother to him because it was a flat-out lie. He didn’t want to hear those words from Kris.
It was crazy to hope for more, so Adam decided he’d give in to that little fantasy since it would never be reality. That little fantasy about Kris owning him, taking charge, fucking him into some kind of out-of-body experience. Damn, it was the best fantasy of all time! In his life he always had to be so sure, so in control, so top. He didn’t know why Kris brought out the urge to be a bottom for a change, but his best fantasies, and his best self-pleasure moments lately, had all come with thoughts of Kris’s muscular arms pressing his legs apart and up against his chest and absolutely banging him into the headboard. These were thoughts he often indulged while sliding his new dildo in and out of his own ass and dreaming about Kris’s cock filling him up.
Damn - he wished he’d brought a few things over to this room. But he couldn’t very well have dug a dildo and some lube out of the nightstand as he tucked Kris in bed, could he? He supposed his own hand would have to do, because he was never going to sleep unless he took care of himself.
***
Kris couldn’t deal with it anymore. He was never going to sleep unless he took care of this damn boner. He sat up on the side of the bed and grabbed his cell phone for light, shamelessly rummaging in Adam’s nightstand. All he could think when he found the long, hard object was damn - Adam, you have been hiding a side of yourself!
He took the dildo out of the drawer and ran his hands along it, thinking about how wrong it would be for him to use it considering where it was supposed to go and the fact that it belonged to someone else. But he figured they could be cleaned, after all? He really needed to know how it felt and he would - maybe - confess his indiscretion to Adam and offer to buy a new one? And how, exactly, should the American Idol go about walking into a sex toy store and purchasing such a thing without being noticed? he thought vaguely, but then decided he’d cross the overpass when he drove that highway, and not before.
Finding the lube, Kris coated his fingers and stretched out on the bed. Reaching for his entrance, Kris pressed a finger inside, loving the feeling of this intrusion - an experiment he’d tried a few times before, but couldn’t reach well enough for the full effect.
The dildo would be the full effect and as he prepared to press it into himself, he had a moment of complete and utter clarity that stopped him. Adam is across the freakin’ hall! Gorgeous, wonderful, sexy, 100% gay Adam! If there’s a chance he feels the same way about me - if there’s a chance I’m the reason he still doesn’t have a boyfriend - then why am I lying here awake and aroused? Go to Adam, you idiot!
That’s exactly what he did, not even thinking that he was naked and still holding the damn dildo.
***
Adam grasped his cock firmly and began to stroke, tipping his head back into the pillow with a moan. Maybe some relief would get his mind off Kris. Maybe he could stop thinking about how warm and perfect Kris’s body felt whenever they were pressed against each other. Maybe he could get Kris’s suckable lower lip out of his brain’s memory banks. Maybe he could erase the picture of Kris’s bare ass not completely covered by the sheets.
As he started to stroke, though, all Adam could do was wonder how Kris’s calloused fingers would feel against the smooth flesh of his hard cock, whether the extra sensation would drive him crazy with arousal. Kris had beautiful hands. Adam loved to watch him stretch his fingers to reach the keys on a piano or lovingly strum on a guitar. Beautiful boys with guitars should be illegal or kept behind closed doors like the porn they truly were. Adam had never seen Kris naked but he was still the best porn he’d ever watched. Those fingers! The places they could be!
Kris was right across the hall. He was hurt, and lonely, and confused, and a little tipsy. But he wasn’t drunk. Kris had been clear-headed enough to talk coherently this evening. And the innuendo! Kris’s hinting didn’t seem like the results of booze. Maybe Adam wasn’t wrong to hope for this to be more than fantasy, to hope that Kris had feelings for him as well!
He felt courage building. Damn it, why couldn’t he make the first move? Hell, it was a few days into the new year and he still hadn’t taken charge of his own happiness as he’d promised himself. Though Adam hated to wake Kris up, there was still a chance he wasn’t in a deep sleep yet.
He had to go to Kris.
***
Kris opened the room door and took one step out at the same moment Adam’s door opened. There Adam stood, in a thin pair of pajama pants and nothing else, erection obvious, hair mussed up. Apparently he was also suffering from arousal-induced insomnia.
Adam’s expression was shocked at first , but he recovered quickly, eyes darkening with want as he gave Kris a full-body scan from his side of the hallway. “So, ummm, Kris. Planning to attack me with my own dildo, were you?”
Kris felt his face warm up but there was no explaining away his indiscretion, so he chose confession. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted to tell Adam the whole truth but he might as well go with it. As he spoke, they were still in their own doorways, two yards of awkward distance between them. “Was gonna use it on myself,” Kris said sheepishly. “I was snooping in your nightstand hoping you had one of these, because I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me for so long I decided to find out what it’s like.”
“Kris?” Adam took a step closer.
“I can’t sleep. Damn it, Adam - you should be in this bed with me! What’s wrong with me, planning to fuck myself with this thing when the man I love is across the hall. I’m an idiot.” Kris dropped the dildo on the floor and closed the gap between himself and Adam, flinging his naked body into him and holding him close. “I don’t know if you love me, but I love you and I can’t go on without telling you.”
Kris waited for Adam to speak but he’d apparently been struck dumb. That’s when Kris felt the moisture against his cheek and pulled back. His beautiful Adam was crying. Kris stretched up, onto his tip toes, to kiss away the tears. He felt Adam relax into his touch and run a hand into his hair, pulling him in and pressing their mouths together. It was what Kris had wanted for ages, to kiss that mouth, to run his tongue along the freckles, to find out what Adam tasted like. Kris had some famous “favorite tastes” - a certain chicken sandwich and cheese dip, to name a few - but Kris decided in that moment he could swear off Chick-fil-a and Stoby’s for life if he could always have Adam’s taste on his mouth. He moved against Adam, tongues exploring and Adam’s hands wandering, breezing down his back and then pressing hard into the flesh of his ass - tugging him in tight and stooping down a bit, pressing their cocks together. Kris felt a shiver claim his body. He knew Adam felt it, too.
“Shall we take this to my comfy bed?” Adam spoke softly into Kris’s ear and he shivered again.
***
Adam stripped off his pajamas and climbed into bed, pulling Kris up tightly, skin warm and soft against him. Maybe dreaming till it hurt wasn’t a bad thing, after all. Of course, one part of his dreaming was a bit of a dilemma. “Kris, you do realize that we’re facing a conflict here. Just a little one, nothing we can’t work out.”
Kris looked worried and Adam smiled, reassuring. “Think about it, sweetie. Think what you told me you’d been dreaming about, and then remember what you found in my nightstand. What do you suppose I might have been fantasizing?”
Recognition dawned and Kris smiled back. “Are you trying to tell me the famous ‘I like the top’ guy is secretly a bottom?”
Adam leaned in to nip at Kris’s lower lip before speaking. “Not usually. But when I allowed myself to start thinking about you, I had it in my mind that you’d more naturally want to top. You’re married and used to being the one in control.”
Shaking his head ruefully, Kris replied, “Only in bed, baby. Only in bed. Even there, only sometimes.”
Adam couldn’t help chuckling. “Well, the thought of you ravishing me is so firmly ingrained in my head, baby, I’m not sure I can get beyond it.”
Kris rose up from Adam’s side, stretching his body fully across him and capturing his mouth. “I’m into wish fulfillment tonight. One ravishing coming up, baby!”
Adam sighed, going with the sensation of being thoroughly loved and cared for. Kris wasn’t hesitant or awkward as he explored Adam’s body with his moist lips and calloused fingers. Adam thrilled at his touch, at the way he used those lips to caress, those fingers to fondle and tease. He was swept away in the sensations as Kris moved from the hollow of his throat to the hard peaks of his nipples and down his stomach to finally claim his cock, first with hands well-practiced at strumming and stroking, then with lips absolutely made for sucking cock. God, he was fabulous! Adam worked his fingers into Kris’s hair as the heat continued to build, as Kris sucked his cock and pressed a lubed finger inside him, working him open. Kris had certainly done his “homework.” He really must have been thinking about this for a while.
“God, Kris, so good baby!” he couldn’t help calling out. “Oh, baby, I want you to fuck me now, but I need a favor first. “
“Anything, baby.” Kris nuzzled into his groin, planting more kisses on Adam’s sensitive skin.
“Reach into my nightstand, find the cock ring, and put it on me.”
Kris reluctantly moved from Adam’s cock to do as he wanted, pressing the ring down Adam’s huge cock and taking the opportunity to stoke his smooth flesh again. “Why do you want this, baby?” he asked.
“It’ll keep me from coming yet. We can both bottom - and top- in the same experience.”
Adam could tell Kris wanted to ask something so he answered for him. “And yes, it is a little bit torture. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure sometimes, but it’s exquisite.”
Kris leaned in for another kiss, and Adam whispered “I love you. Take me now. Want you - want you bad.”
Adam felt the stretch as Kris entered him, pressing in, moving slowly, moaning, “So tight, so good, baby.” And Kris was hitting against his prostate, over and over, piling on more arousal to the sensations already taking over Adam, arousal with no way to release it just yet. Adam was so hard it hurt but he would take it for the pleasure on Kris’s face. What could be more glorious that watching Kris be overtaken by his orgasm: his mouth open, his eyes rolled back, his feverish body convulsing as he cried out, “Oh, God, Adam, oh, my God!”
***
Kris felt the waves of pleasure subside as he stretched across Adam to taste his mouth again. Adam only allowed a little mouth exploration before flipping him onto his back and pinning his hands above his head. Then he was biting at his flesh - lips, neck, nipples, stomach, raw and feral and wild. Kris was glad Adam stopped using his teeth when he reached his cock, when he licked all around his softening member, lapping up the cum and tonguing Kris’s balls. He didn’t know how Adam kept going, kept pleasuring his body when Adam’s body was surely about to explode.
He shivered in anticipation as Adam paused to lube up his fingers and start teasing at his asshole, brushing lightly, circling, then pressing in; first one finger, then two. Kris knew instantly when Adam found that sweet spot he’d heard so much about, when those fingers pushed against his prostate and he began to get magically hard all over again.
“Can’t make it much longer, baby, hope you’re ready.” Adam’s voice was practically pleading for Kris to let him be released from the state of almost-orgasm. Kris wanted Adam to release inside him. “Yes, baby, yes! Fill me up. Want you so bad. Fuck me, bang me, screw me, make love to me. God, yes!”
He felt the stretching, burning sensation as Adam pushed into him, past the tight entrance. It hurt a little and he hid a wince. He’d heard this was the hard part and that it was worth it for the good part. Kris worried a bit, wondering if there would be a good part his first time, or only pain.
But Adam began to move, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly, rhythmically, and Kris knew there was nothing to worry about. Hell, yes! Good part! Fucking great part!
Suddenly Adam pulled out all the way and Kris thought he might cry. Instead he reached out for Adam with a whimper.
“It’s okay, baby,” Adam comforted him. “Just have to get this damn cock ring off. But I won’t last long after that.”
It was only a moment, and Adam was back inside him, thrusting hard, lubed cock slamming against his ass, wet slapping noises increasing as he pounded against him, groans and cries joining the “pop, pop” and “smack, smack” sounds as Adam yanked on Kris’s cock in time and suddenly stars twinkled behind Kris’s eyelids. Then the world turned white-all-over for a second time in an hour. Kris thought briefly about Adam urging him in song to “fall into the glitter” and he laughed - a joyous, silly, drunken-sounding laugh of delight, Adam’s body splaying across him, no longer strong enough to hold himself up.
“That was…that was…” Kris stuttered. How to describe it?
Adam supplied the rest. “The most fucking fantastic thing ever, in the history of the world?”
“Yeah. That.” Kris kissed Adam again, kissed him like he’d never stop kissing him. After that they laughed some more, then Kris asked if he should try the cock ring sometime.
Adam responded ruefully, “I wouldn’t recommend it. Oh. My. God.” Then they giggled like they were 12, and then Kris fell into the best sleep he’d had since 2008.
***
Adam disentangled himself from Kris’s stranglehold sometime around one in the afternoon. He was hungry, and there wasn’t much in the house, and he couldn’t cook anyway. But he had to make something for Kris.
He watched him for just a moment, sleeping soundly, long lashes resting against his cheekbones. God, he loved him!
He would make his lover breakfast, even if it was canned cinnamon rolls. Warmth filled the kitchen and the smell of cinnamon spread throughout the house as he waited for Kris to wake up. He was pretty damn hungry, though, so he sampled one or two while he waited, sitting in the bedroom, watching Kris.
He was licking icing off his fingers when Kris stirred, opened one eye, and grinned. “Hey, lover boy. What time is it?”
“It’s two in the afternoon and I brought you breakfast.”
“A romantic breakfast in bed. At two in the afternoon.” Kris smiled and Adam’s heart leaped. This really wasn’t a dream!
“It’s only cinnamon rolls. I’m no cook.”
“But you’re good at so many other things!” Kris’s smile was sly, seductive. “Come here.”
Adam leaned in as Kris kissed him again, kissed him like they’d never kissed before, licking his mouth and saying, “Mmmmm, tasty.”
“It’s just the icing.” Adam said.
“No. I don’t like icing that much.” Kris answered. “It must be you.”