You're Guaranteed To Run This Town 33/?
Title: You’re Guaranteed To Run This Town 33/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Adam has the problem that he dates all the wrong guys, and it seems that it’s going to happen all over again when he meets Kris - a young punk who’s really just a softie under all the leather and false confidence.
Warnings: M/M Sex, problems caused by past trauma, cussing
Notes: Next part up as promised. :) In other news, there's also a new fic idea roaming around in my head (Being Human AU, anyone?) that is currently living in my phone in bits and pieces. Whether it'll be a multi-chaptered fic or a one shot, no idea, but it's there. And the wing fic is slowly coming along to the next chapter so hopefully that'll be popping up soon. :)
“Kris. Kris!” Fuck, no, this was all his fault. Kris needed to come back, now!
Kris was curled up in the corner of the room, the coffee table and the bowl of ice that was on top of it toppled over from Kris when he scrambled away. Adam remembered with horrifying detail how Kris’ eyes widened for a moment, before they glazed over with fear and he cried out, kicking and pushing at Adam until he got free and ran blindly to get away… from him.
Now, Kris was quiet, making whimpering noises as he pushed himself back as far as he could to the wall. Adam sucked in his anger at himself, and his sadness at seeing Kris like this, and scooped up some of the ice still in the bowl, making his way over to Kris like he was approaching a wild animal, ready to flee or fight. When he was close enough, he took his numbing hand, raising the mostly-melted ice to Kris’ cheek, seeing him flinch. He waited, expecting to see Kris’ brown eyes clear, but… they, he still stared at Adam like he wasn’t even there. Fuck, please…
Adam bit back a sob and trailed his freezing palm to Kris’ neck, feeling his pulse hammer under his fingertips. “Please, Kris, come back. Come back to me, you’re safe, please…”
He waited, still pleading, now brushing his other hand back and forth over Kris’ arm. He waited and waited, then felt Kris relax under his hands, and he looked up and saw Kris blinking, like he was coming out of a dream. “Adam?”
Adam broke, letting out a sob then pulling Kris into his arms. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean… Kris, Kris I…”
Kris shook himself in Adam’s hold, trying to push back from him a little bit. Adam’s heart sunk but… he didn’t want to let go. He didn’t… he couldn’t see Kris’ face, all that fear and disappointment and shame and… maybe anger… What if Kris was mad at him for setting him off? But… he didn’t mean it, he would never do that… but… still… he…
Kris whined softly. “Adam… come on.”
Reluctantly, Adam uncurled his arms from around Kris, leaning back on his heels and avoiding looking at him. He heard Kris breathe for a few moments, then felt a calloused hand rest on his neck. “Adam, look at me…” He stared at the floor, biting into his lip. “Adam, please…”
He sighed and looked up at Kris slowly. Just as he thought, Kris looked disappointed and ashamed of himself, lingering fear from whatever was in his flashback marring his pretty face even more… but he didn’t look angry at Adam. He actually looked relieved when Adam finally looked up at him. But… “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t thinking and then you just…”
“Adam, stop.” Kris held up a shaking hand and shrugged. “It’s… it’s fine.” He gave Adam a strained smile. “I… It was my fault. I think I shouldn’t have… started anything right after that, I mean… after playing it felt like everything was fresh and open and I thought that, maybe… it would help take my mind off of everything.” He let out a self-depreciating laugh, and Adam flinched, automatically reaching out for Kris again, arms curling loose around Kris’ waist, but his hands firm against his hips. Kris stared up for a moment, then shook his head before dropping it on Adam’s shoulder. “I… um, I remembered… one of the nights when I was… with someone. After… what happened with… with him.”
Adam felt Kris’ hands tighten in his shirt and Adam turned his head just enough to press his lips to Kris’ temple, soothing, feeling Kris’ tense muscles slowly relax under him. He drew in a deep breath, his little chest inflating before he blew it out, warm breath washing over Adam’s skin and making him have to tamp down the shiver that it drew out of him. “I… I was so scared. And, I knew it wasn’t real, somewhere, I did… but I just couldn’t get out of it.” He huffed. “I could do it at the store but not here.”
Adam immediately picked up on the shift in Kris’ voice; from soft and quivering to harsh, low and strained. “Hey, no.” Adam pulled back, squeezing at Kris. “This is hard, okay? The fact that you’re able to get yourself out of them alone? That’s amazing. Even if you couldn’t do it again, it doesn’t matter, you know you’ve done it before, and I… I know you’ll be able to do it again.”
Kris pouted for a moment before he shook his head. He brushed a hand through his hair then looked up at Adam through his lashes. “Can we just… not talk about this? Right now, at least?”
Okay. Yeah, alright. “As long as we talk about it later, then yes.” He trailed a hand down Kris’ cheek before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t want to risk that possibly happening again so… we need to figure out something, alright?”
Kris was still pouting, but he nodded. “Okay, fine.” He leaned into Adam, eyes closing. “Can we just… I dunno, sit down or something?”
Adam nodded silently, helping Kris over to the couch and curling his arms around his love. Kris made a soft noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a whimper and a whine, and tucked up against Adam, breathing softly against his neck as their legs tangled together and their arms curled around one another. Adam ran his fingers through Kris’ hair, peppering him with kisses and rubbing his other hand up and down his back. They got through this, at least. He’d… he’d been afraid that if he’d ever set Kris off like that, that maybe they wouldn’t… that things wouldn’t be the same after. That maybe Kris would try to distance himself from Adam, or the progress he made would be gone. But here they were, curled around each other, Kris slowly dozing in his arms. Everything seemed… peaceful.
Letting out a small breath of relief, that made Kris twitch and burrow a little deep into him, Adam shifted them around on the couch, until he was lying down with Kris on top of him, then closed his eyes and bathed Kris’ face and throat with soft, lazy kisses until they both were sound asleep.
Kris stared into the mirror, brushing his hand through his hair, the other holding the razor he used for it. He looked over what he’d used as a part of his mask for the past few years; the hair, the make-up, the clothes… Maybe… I could try something… He took a breath, wondering if… if he was ready for that. There was another part of him that found it a little ridiculous that he was scared about a haircut.
With a grimace, Kris dropped the razor to the counter, then reached into a drawer under the sink for the scissors. Taking a deep breath, he lifted away a handful of strands, placed the blades in place and closed his eyes as he snipped away.
He dropped is hands down to the sink, hands shaking, trying to breathe as he stared down at the fallen strands. Looking back up he took away another handful, paused as they fell down to join the others, then another and another until all that was left were little messy tufts, and Kris looked… he looked familiar for once, painfully familiar.
He sucked in a breath, all the way to his toes, and dropped the scissors, grabbing up the razor to shave it all down even. When he was done, he turned the razor off, setting it back down to the counter with shaking hands, and just stared. It… it felt like those memories were right there again, but he just pushed them down, pushing them behind his cracked wall, and when they pushed back, he closed his eyes, concentrating on any good memories he could grab onto, using them like bandages to seal the biggest cracks.
“Kris?”
Adam leaned into the doorway, looking sleepy and like he just woke up. Not that it’d be too far off; after everything that’d happened Adam seemed to be dead tired, not even moving when Kris woke up and dug himself out of Adam’s grip. As soon as he’d walked into the bathroom, he’d caught his reflection in the mirror, and felt… odd. Somewhere between anger and shame. Which brought him… here.
Adam looked around the bathroom, taking in everything, then up to Kris. Kris swallowed, then melted a little bit when Adam lifted a hand up and brushed his fingers though the short, short strands. “It’s different…” He shrugged. “But it seems more like you.” He dropped his hand further down, brushing at his cheeks with his thumbs. Kris startled when he felt something wet under Adam’s fingers, and it took him a few seconds to realize it was because he was crying. “You okay?”
Kris drew in a shuddery breath and smiled tightly, nodding. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He curled his arms around himself. “I feel… open but…” He took another breath and looked up into blue, blue eyes. “Yeah, it’s fine, I’m good.” He smiled softly and uncurled his arms from around himself, falling into Adam instead.
Adam squeezed his arms around Kris, pressing his lips firmly against his temple. “You feel better from earlier?”
Kris grinned into Adam’s throat. “Oh yeah.” He pushed them down again, with no help, and he was able to do this. He peeled away a part of his armor, and he wasn’t hurt. He was scared, yes, terrified, but his scars were all intact, aching and still painful if he prodded at them, but he was safe. “Much better.” I did it. I am better; even if I slipped earlier, I made up for it with this.
Adam smiled down at him lazily. “Good.” He tilted Kris’ face up. “I told you, you could do it, baby.” He kissed him, then again when Kris pushed up after Adam pulled away. Adam chuckled, low in his throat, then nuzzled against Kris’ freshly shaved hair.
Kris traced his fingers up and down Adam’s spine as he did, and eventually pushed Adam out of the doorway, pushing his head up to lick at his throat. Adam shuddered, but followed Kris’ movements, backing up until his back hit the wall, and then Kris reached down and slipped his fingers under Adam’s shirt.
“So…” Kris murmured against Adam’s skin. “What about continuing where we left off earlier?”
Adam hesitated for just a moment, before he pushed his hands under Kris’ shirt, moving his hands up until the fabric was bunched up around his fingers. He looked over Kris, making sure it was alright before he pulled Kris’ shirt up and over his head, tossing it away blindly. Kris pressed close against him, mouthing against Adam’s throat as he worked at the snap-and-zip on Adam’s jeans.
Adam shivered under his touch, then tilted Kris’ face up, licking into his mouth delicately. Kris moaned softly, arching up into the kiss, then gasped when he felt Adam’s hand slipping into the front of his jeans. “Adam…” Adam made a soft noise in the back of his throat, before pressing their lips back together with a little more force. Kris arched up into him, digging a hand deep into Adam’s hair and tugging. Adam moaned into his mouth, and Kris returned the sound back to him when he felt Adam’s cock twitch against his hand still against his zip.
With a little work - and concentration, since Adam’s hand working on him was awfully distracting - Kris managed to free Adam from his denim prison, then curled his hand around him, shivering when Adam thrust into his grip enough to break their kiss. “Wait a second, Kris, wait…” Adam pried Kris’ fingers from around him, then reached his free hand around to tug Kris into him, lifting Kris so his feet were on Adam’s and Adam’s arm was balancing him, making them almost even in height, then curled one hand around both of them.
Kris let out a whining sound, just before he tilted his head up to join their mouths together again, need Adam’s lips like he needed to breathe. Not that he had to that much with Adam’s tongue exploring his mouth, his hitching breaths being swallowed by Adam and Kris gladly tasting Adam’s soft moans in return.
Minutes passed, and finally they pulled away, their lips clinging reluctantly, and Adam’s dark eyes looked over him. “Bedroom?”
Kris smirked and tugged Adam away from the wall, pulling him back into the bedroom and turning them to push Adam over the bed, sheets still messy from that morning before everything else. Kris skimmed his hands over Adam’s bare chest, licking his lips, and just about to lean over him to reunite their mouths again when something caught his eye.
He grinned and pulled the blindfold from where it was caught between the wall and the nightstand, holding it above Adam, watching with delight as those blue eyes widened, the pupils expanding and those freckled lips parting with hot, wet pants. “I think… it’s time for a little payback.”
Adam moaned and arched up under Kris. “I… I don’t care. Just… need you, please…”
Kris leaned over Adam, licking into his open mouth as he tied the blindfold snug over Adam’s eyes, already feeling him shuddering beneath him. “I’ll take care of you, baby…” Kris sucked at his pulse point, smiling against his freckles when Adam keened.
Licking and nipping his way down Adam’s chest and stomach, Kris lifted off of Adam, slowly moving off of the bed until Adam was making soft, almost-whimpering noises and reaching around for him. Take care of you just as well as you take care of me. Kris lightly pulled off Adam’s jeans, just using the barest of touches and tossing them away as soon as he could. Licking his lips, he looked over Adam, completely bare, hands curled tight in the messy sheets, chest rising and falling deeply. With a little grin, Kris leaned over Adam, just breathing over his cock, watching it twitch to every breath, and a second later sucked Adam in, all the way down to the root, and another second and Adam was screaming and arching up into him.
“Fuck… fuck…” Adam panted as Kris licked his lips, running his thumb along his cheek to catch the little bit of Adam’s essence that escaped. Adam groaned and dropped his head back. “You… horrible… tease.”
Kris chuckled, crawling back onto Adam, just above his lap, then kissed him, digging his hands into Adam’s hair. “You love i-iiiit.”
Kris moaned and twitched when Adam’s hand curled around him, his other hand pushing at his jeans until they pooled around his knees. Adam grinning lazily up at him and stroked him torturously slow. “Come on, baby… Need to take care of you, now.”
Kris arched up, rocking into Adam’s hand. It only took a couple of seconds before Kris was spilling over Adam’s hand and chest.
After they’d both cleaned up and were cuddling naked and damp together under the sheets, Adam nuzzled into Kris’ hair, tilting his head up for a kiss a moment later. “So, feeling better?”
Kris chuckled, kissing Adam again. “Oh yeah.” And again. “I think-” again. “I’d feel better-” and again. “If you kept on kissing me like this…” And again and again and once more. “I’d be a lot happier.”
“Mmm.” Adam shifted so he could follow Kris’ instructions better. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it for your happiness.” Adam sighed. “Oh how horrible it’ll be having to kiss you over and over and-mmph…”
“Mmmm-ah! Oh yeah. Terrible…”
Adam clicked his tongue and tugged Kris back toward him. “Just be quiet and kiss me.”
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Adam has the problem that he dates all the wrong guys, and it seems that it’s going to happen all over again when he meets Kris - a young punk who’s really just a softie under all the leather and false confidence.
Warnings: M/M Sex, problems caused by past trauma, cussing
Notes: Next part up as promised. :) In other news, there's also a new fic idea roaming around in my head (Being Human AU, anyone?) that is currently living in my phone in bits and pieces. Whether it'll be a multi-chaptered fic or a one shot, no idea, but it's there. And the wing fic is slowly coming along to the next chapter so hopefully that'll be popping up soon. :)
“Kris. Kris!” Fuck, no, this was all his fault. Kris needed to come back, now!
Kris was curled up in the corner of the room, the coffee table and the bowl of ice that was on top of it toppled over from Kris when he scrambled away. Adam remembered with horrifying detail how Kris’ eyes widened for a moment, before they glazed over with fear and he cried out, kicking and pushing at Adam until he got free and ran blindly to get away… from him.
Now, Kris was quiet, making whimpering noises as he pushed himself back as far as he could to the wall. Adam sucked in his anger at himself, and his sadness at seeing Kris like this, and scooped up some of the ice still in the bowl, making his way over to Kris like he was approaching a wild animal, ready to flee or fight. When he was close enough, he took his numbing hand, raising the mostly-melted ice to Kris’ cheek, seeing him flinch. He waited, expecting to see Kris’ brown eyes clear, but… they, he still stared at Adam like he wasn’t even there. Fuck, please…
Adam bit back a sob and trailed his freezing palm to Kris’ neck, feeling his pulse hammer under his fingertips. “Please, Kris, come back. Come back to me, you’re safe, please…”
He waited, still pleading, now brushing his other hand back and forth over Kris’ arm. He waited and waited, then felt Kris relax under his hands, and he looked up and saw Kris blinking, like he was coming out of a dream. “Adam?”
Adam broke, letting out a sob then pulling Kris into his arms. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean… Kris, Kris I…”
Kris shook himself in Adam’s hold, trying to push back from him a little bit. Adam’s heart sunk but… he didn’t want to let go. He didn’t… he couldn’t see Kris’ face, all that fear and disappointment and shame and… maybe anger… What if Kris was mad at him for setting him off? But… he didn’t mean it, he would never do that… but… still… he…
Kris whined softly. “Adam… come on.”
Reluctantly, Adam uncurled his arms from around Kris, leaning back on his heels and avoiding looking at him. He heard Kris breathe for a few moments, then felt a calloused hand rest on his neck. “Adam, look at me…” He stared at the floor, biting into his lip. “Adam, please…”
He sighed and looked up at Kris slowly. Just as he thought, Kris looked disappointed and ashamed of himself, lingering fear from whatever was in his flashback marring his pretty face even more… but he didn’t look angry at Adam. He actually looked relieved when Adam finally looked up at him. But… “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t thinking and then you just…”
“Adam, stop.” Kris held up a shaking hand and shrugged. “It’s… it’s fine.” He gave Adam a strained smile. “I… It was my fault. I think I shouldn’t have… started anything right after that, I mean… after playing it felt like everything was fresh and open and I thought that, maybe… it would help take my mind off of everything.” He let out a self-depreciating laugh, and Adam flinched, automatically reaching out for Kris again, arms curling loose around Kris’ waist, but his hands firm against his hips. Kris stared up for a moment, then shook his head before dropping it on Adam’s shoulder. “I… um, I remembered… one of the nights when I was… with someone. After… what happened with… with him.”
Adam felt Kris’ hands tighten in his shirt and Adam turned his head just enough to press his lips to Kris’ temple, soothing, feeling Kris’ tense muscles slowly relax under him. He drew in a deep breath, his little chest inflating before he blew it out, warm breath washing over Adam’s skin and making him have to tamp down the shiver that it drew out of him. “I… I was so scared. And, I knew it wasn’t real, somewhere, I did… but I just couldn’t get out of it.” He huffed. “I could do it at the store but not here.”
Adam immediately picked up on the shift in Kris’ voice; from soft and quivering to harsh, low and strained. “Hey, no.” Adam pulled back, squeezing at Kris. “This is hard, okay? The fact that you’re able to get yourself out of them alone? That’s amazing. Even if you couldn’t do it again, it doesn’t matter, you know you’ve done it before, and I… I know you’ll be able to do it again.”
Kris pouted for a moment before he shook his head. He brushed a hand through his hair then looked up at Adam through his lashes. “Can we just… not talk about this? Right now, at least?”
Okay. Yeah, alright. “As long as we talk about it later, then yes.” He trailed a hand down Kris’ cheek before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t want to risk that possibly happening again so… we need to figure out something, alright?”
Kris was still pouting, but he nodded. “Okay, fine.” He leaned into Adam, eyes closing. “Can we just… I dunno, sit down or something?”
Adam nodded silently, helping Kris over to the couch and curling his arms around his love. Kris made a soft noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a whimper and a whine, and tucked up against Adam, breathing softly against his neck as their legs tangled together and their arms curled around one another. Adam ran his fingers through Kris’ hair, peppering him with kisses and rubbing his other hand up and down his back. They got through this, at least. He’d… he’d been afraid that if he’d ever set Kris off like that, that maybe they wouldn’t… that things wouldn’t be the same after. That maybe Kris would try to distance himself from Adam, or the progress he made would be gone. But here they were, curled around each other, Kris slowly dozing in his arms. Everything seemed… peaceful.
Letting out a small breath of relief, that made Kris twitch and burrow a little deep into him, Adam shifted them around on the couch, until he was lying down with Kris on top of him, then closed his eyes and bathed Kris’ face and throat with soft, lazy kisses until they both were sound asleep.
Kris stared into the mirror, brushing his hand through his hair, the other holding the razor he used for it. He looked over what he’d used as a part of his mask for the past few years; the hair, the make-up, the clothes… Maybe… I could try something… He took a breath, wondering if… if he was ready for that. There was another part of him that found it a little ridiculous that he was scared about a haircut.
With a grimace, Kris dropped the razor to the counter, then reached into a drawer under the sink for the scissors. Taking a deep breath, he lifted away a handful of strands, placed the blades in place and closed his eyes as he snipped away.
He dropped is hands down to the sink, hands shaking, trying to breathe as he stared down at the fallen strands. Looking back up he took away another handful, paused as they fell down to join the others, then another and another until all that was left were little messy tufts, and Kris looked… he looked familiar for once, painfully familiar.
He sucked in a breath, all the way to his toes, and dropped the scissors, grabbing up the razor to shave it all down even. When he was done, he turned the razor off, setting it back down to the counter with shaking hands, and just stared. It… it felt like those memories were right there again, but he just pushed them down, pushing them behind his cracked wall, and when they pushed back, he closed his eyes, concentrating on any good memories he could grab onto, using them like bandages to seal the biggest cracks.
“Kris?”
Adam leaned into the doorway, looking sleepy and like he just woke up. Not that it’d be too far off; after everything that’d happened Adam seemed to be dead tired, not even moving when Kris woke up and dug himself out of Adam’s grip. As soon as he’d walked into the bathroom, he’d caught his reflection in the mirror, and felt… odd. Somewhere between anger and shame. Which brought him… here.
Adam looked around the bathroom, taking in everything, then up to Kris. Kris swallowed, then melted a little bit when Adam lifted a hand up and brushed his fingers though the short, short strands. “It’s different…” He shrugged. “But it seems more like you.” He dropped his hand further down, brushing at his cheeks with his thumbs. Kris startled when he felt something wet under Adam’s fingers, and it took him a few seconds to realize it was because he was crying. “You okay?”
Kris drew in a shuddery breath and smiled tightly, nodding. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He curled his arms around himself. “I feel… open but…” He took another breath and looked up into blue, blue eyes. “Yeah, it’s fine, I’m good.” He smiled softly and uncurled his arms from around himself, falling into Adam instead.
Adam squeezed his arms around Kris, pressing his lips firmly against his temple. “You feel better from earlier?”
Kris grinned into Adam’s throat. “Oh yeah.” He pushed them down again, with no help, and he was able to do this. He peeled away a part of his armor, and he wasn’t hurt. He was scared, yes, terrified, but his scars were all intact, aching and still painful if he prodded at them, but he was safe. “Much better.” I did it. I am better; even if I slipped earlier, I made up for it with this.
Adam smiled down at him lazily. “Good.” He tilted Kris’ face up. “I told you, you could do it, baby.” He kissed him, then again when Kris pushed up after Adam pulled away. Adam chuckled, low in his throat, then nuzzled against Kris’ freshly shaved hair.
Kris traced his fingers up and down Adam’s spine as he did, and eventually pushed Adam out of the doorway, pushing his head up to lick at his throat. Adam shuddered, but followed Kris’ movements, backing up until his back hit the wall, and then Kris reached down and slipped his fingers under Adam’s shirt.
“So…” Kris murmured against Adam’s skin. “What about continuing where we left off earlier?”
Adam hesitated for just a moment, before he pushed his hands under Kris’ shirt, moving his hands up until the fabric was bunched up around his fingers. He looked over Kris, making sure it was alright before he pulled Kris’ shirt up and over his head, tossing it away blindly. Kris pressed close against him, mouthing against Adam’s throat as he worked at the snap-and-zip on Adam’s jeans.
Adam shivered under his touch, then tilted Kris’ face up, licking into his mouth delicately. Kris moaned softly, arching up into the kiss, then gasped when he felt Adam’s hand slipping into the front of his jeans. “Adam…” Adam made a soft noise in the back of his throat, before pressing their lips back together with a little more force. Kris arched up into him, digging a hand deep into Adam’s hair and tugging. Adam moaned into his mouth, and Kris returned the sound back to him when he felt Adam’s cock twitch against his hand still against his zip.
With a little work - and concentration, since Adam’s hand working on him was awfully distracting - Kris managed to free Adam from his denim prison, then curled his hand around him, shivering when Adam thrust into his grip enough to break their kiss. “Wait a second, Kris, wait…” Adam pried Kris’ fingers from around him, then reached his free hand around to tug Kris into him, lifting Kris so his feet were on Adam’s and Adam’s arm was balancing him, making them almost even in height, then curled one hand around both of them.
Kris let out a whining sound, just before he tilted his head up to join their mouths together again, need Adam’s lips like he needed to breathe. Not that he had to that much with Adam’s tongue exploring his mouth, his hitching breaths being swallowed by Adam and Kris gladly tasting Adam’s soft moans in return.
Minutes passed, and finally they pulled away, their lips clinging reluctantly, and Adam’s dark eyes looked over him. “Bedroom?”
Kris smirked and tugged Adam away from the wall, pulling him back into the bedroom and turning them to push Adam over the bed, sheets still messy from that morning before everything else. Kris skimmed his hands over Adam’s bare chest, licking his lips, and just about to lean over him to reunite their mouths again when something caught his eye.
He grinned and pulled the blindfold from where it was caught between the wall and the nightstand, holding it above Adam, watching with delight as those blue eyes widened, the pupils expanding and those freckled lips parting with hot, wet pants. “I think… it’s time for a little payback.”
Adam moaned and arched up under Kris. “I… I don’t care. Just… need you, please…”
Kris leaned over Adam, licking into his open mouth as he tied the blindfold snug over Adam’s eyes, already feeling him shuddering beneath him. “I’ll take care of you, baby…” Kris sucked at his pulse point, smiling against his freckles when Adam keened.
Licking and nipping his way down Adam’s chest and stomach, Kris lifted off of Adam, slowly moving off of the bed until Adam was making soft, almost-whimpering noises and reaching around for him. Take care of you just as well as you take care of me. Kris lightly pulled off Adam’s jeans, just using the barest of touches and tossing them away as soon as he could. Licking his lips, he looked over Adam, completely bare, hands curled tight in the messy sheets, chest rising and falling deeply. With a little grin, Kris leaned over Adam, just breathing over his cock, watching it twitch to every breath, and a second later sucked Adam in, all the way down to the root, and another second and Adam was screaming and arching up into him.
“Fuck… fuck…” Adam panted as Kris licked his lips, running his thumb along his cheek to catch the little bit of Adam’s essence that escaped. Adam groaned and dropped his head back. “You… horrible… tease.”
Kris chuckled, crawling back onto Adam, just above his lap, then kissed him, digging his hands into Adam’s hair. “You love i-iiiit.”
Kris moaned and twitched when Adam’s hand curled around him, his other hand pushing at his jeans until they pooled around his knees. Adam grinning lazily up at him and stroked him torturously slow. “Come on, baby… Need to take care of you, now.”
Kris arched up, rocking into Adam’s hand. It only took a couple of seconds before Kris was spilling over Adam’s hand and chest.
After they’d both cleaned up and were cuddling naked and damp together under the sheets, Adam nuzzled into Kris’ hair, tilting his head up for a kiss a moment later. “So, feeling better?”
Kris chuckled, kissing Adam again. “Oh yeah.” And again. “I think-” again. “I’d feel better-” and again. “If you kept on kissing me like this…” And again and again and once more. “I’d be a lot happier.”
“Mmm.” Adam shifted so he could follow Kris’ instructions better. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it for your happiness.” Adam sighed. “Oh how horrible it’ll be having to kiss you over and over and-mmph…”
“Mmmm-ah! Oh yeah. Terrible…”
Adam clicked his tongue and tugged Kris back toward him. “Just be quiet and kiss me.”