A Flat Line
Author: wizardesslyn
Title: A Flat Line (Part 4 of my A Thin Line series)
BETA: mhobbs0430
Word Count: 1234
Pairing: Adam/Kris/Aaron, past mentions of Adam/Tommy, Adam/Brad, Tommy/Kris, Adam/OMC (Even)
Rating: PG to NC 17 (will be posted at the beginning of each chapter)
Warnings: Past character death, DID/MPD, PTSD, cursing, slash, cute little girls, angry men, bossy mothers and angst...lots of angst with a nice mix of smex and fun times.
Disclaimer: FICTION....this is all made up, for fun. I think that covers it.
Summary: Adam retreats with-in his mind and Aaron is left to deal with the fall-out. Kris is living with Aaron and taking care of Hope. How will Adam/Aaron deal with Even's death? Can Kris hang around long enough for them to find their way back to each other? Or is the line between friendship and lovers too thin to hold up under the stress?
Banner by the wonderful groffiction
A/N: Well, finally, here's the beginning of AFL...I can't promise that I will post a chapter weekly. RL is killin' me, but I can promise I will do my best. This chapter is rated R.
Aaron’s nostrils flared, his breath coming out in quick hard puffs as he held Kris against the hallway wall. Steel grey eyes flamed as lust poured from him and the man in front of him shivered.
“Aaron? Let, let me go.” Kris stammered out.
“No.” was all Aaron got out before crashing his lips into Kris’s, teeth clashing and biting.
Kris moaned and Aaron pressed his erection harder into Kris’s stomach and rolled his hips like he would on stage. Kris moaned louder and Aaron broke away from the tantalizing kiss.
“Six months, Krissy, six months I’ve kept my hands off you, six months you’ve lived here with me, being a father to Hope and a companion to me. I want more!” Aaron didn’t give him time to answer, he palmed Kris’ hardened cock and squeezed. “Come to bed with me. I know you love me. I know you want me.”
He kissed Kris again, sliding his tongue roughly against Kris’s, taking what he wanted. Kris wrapped his legs around Aaron’s waist as Aaron carried him to the bed and pressed him into the mattress…
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Aaron woke with a raging hard on and groaned out loud.
He sat up on the side of the bed, knowing that Kris was just down the hall. He might as well have been on the other side of the world. He longed to touch him, just once, to kiss him and tell him what he really felt. He sighed and went to check on his daughter. Such a beautiful little girl, everything he had ever wanted, well, almost everything. The other thing he wanted was so close yet so far away. He made sure that Hope was soundly sleeping before he left the room and ran right into Kris.
“Fuck! You scared the hell out of me!” Kris almost yelled as Aaron shut the door to Hope’s room.
“Shush! You wake her, you rock her!” Aaron whispered fiercely. “I just got her back to sleep.” His breath came harder as he remember his dream.
“I was just coming to check on her.” Kris rubbed the back of his neck and Aaron took notice of how little he had on for the first time.
Kris was standing so close he could feel the heat coming off of him and he had nothing on but his boxers.
“You’re, not, um, dressed.” Aaron mumbled out.
Kris chuckled, “Yeah, I was in bed, remember?”
“Wish you were in mine.” Aaron thought but taking the look on Kris’s face, he must have said it out loud. “Did I say that out loud?”
Kris looked gob smacked. “Uh, yeah.” He was looking everywhere but at Aaron. “I should, go back to bed. Um, my bed. Alone.” Kris’s face bloomed red.
“Kris…” Aaron moaned and backed him up against the hallway wall. “How long are we going to do this?” He licked a swath up Kris’s neck and was instantly hard and aching. “I miss you. I need you. You’re so close but so far away from me.”
“You need…to, um, stop…oh god.” Kris moaned.
“Why?” Aaron bit down on Kris’s shoulder, sucking up a light mark. “Why do I need to stop?”
“Mourning. You are in it, mourning I mean and, oh god, aren’t thinking straight.” Kris panted out between quick short breaths.
“I never think straight. Please, you’re torturing me.” Aaron groaned.
Aaron looked into Kris’s deep brown eyes and the memory of his dream slammed into him like a bullet from a gun. “I need you, Krissy. Come to bed with me?”
Kris looked conflicted but pushed on Aaron’s chest. “You aren’t yourself…”
“Shut up.” Aaron demanded and pressed his lips to Kris’s, not giving him a chance to say anything else. He felt Kris melting into him and knew he had him. Thank god he hadn’t lost his touch.
Kris wrapped his legs around Aaron’s waist and allowed himself to be carried to Aaron’s bed. Once there, Aaron moved over him and didn’t give either of them time to think about what they were doing, or where this was going, he just kissed him deep and hard, grinding their cocks together.
Aaron felt Kris tugging at his hair and released his lips for a moment. “Don’t tell me to stop, Krissy.” Desperation filled his voice but he didn’t care. “Please, don’t tell me to stop.”
Kris smiled. “This would work better if we were both naked.”
Aaron felt Kris’s words run through his body like lightening, quickening his passion to even further heights. “Oh god…” was all he managed to moan out as he stripped them both bare. Lying back down on top of his love, Aaron’s groan was matched by one from Kris as silken hard flesh rubbed against silken hard flesh.
“Need…” Kris moaned and then “Please…” The s coming out like a hissing sound as Aaron rubbed their cocks together.
It had been so long…so long that Aaron knew he couldn’t wait. He wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and started thrusting, his moaning growing louder as Kris met him thrust for thrust.
“Harder…god, A, please!” Kris begged through gritted teeth, tightening his arm around the man he loved.
Aaron gripped them both tighter, working his hand along with his body. “So fucking close…”
“A! Fuck! A!” Kris shouted as he came, shocks rolling through his body.
The wetness of Kris spilling over his cock and hand pushed Aaron over the edge and he was coming too. Joy filled him at finally being this close to his man again. It had been so long. “Yes! Fuck!” He yelled out with a final hard thrust.
They lay there, post-cotial bliss surrounding them.
“I’ve missed you so much.” Kris whispered and then became concerned when he felt dampness on his neck. “Aaron?”
Aaron lifted his head, tears flowing freely down his face. “I thought, oh god, I thought I may never have this again.” He rolled off of Kris and pulled him tighter into him, afraid to let him go.
Kris bit his bottom lip, “So did I.”
Guilt washed over Aaron anew. Guilt for being so happy in this moment, guilt that Adam refused to surface and guilt over letting Kris go to begin with. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know, A. And right now, at this moment, I don’t care.” Kris whispered between soft kisses to Aaron’s chest. “Can’t we just be happy? Just for a few minutes?”
Aaron nodded and pulled Kris even closer to where he was half on top of him. “We will be happy, Kris. I promise.”
Kris listened as Aaron’s breathing evened out, getting deeper, and he knew that he had fallen back asleep. He refused to think beyond this moment, refused to allow the guilt nagging at the back of his mind to take root. He had this, right now, and he wasn’t going to let thoughts of Adam and Even disrupt it. Even was dead, had been dead for six months now, and he couldn’t change that. Didn’t they deserve to be happy? Wasn’t this how things should have been all along?
Kris’s last thought before Morpheus took him was of the look in Aaron’s eyes as he came. He slept with a smile on his face, wrapped up in the arms of the only man he had ever really given his whole heart to.
TBC
Title: A Flat Line (Part 4 of my A Thin Line series)
BETA: mhobbs0430
Word Count: 1234
Pairing: Adam/Kris/Aaron, past mentions of Adam/Tommy, Adam/Brad, Tommy/Kris, Adam/OMC (Even)
Rating: PG to NC 17 (will be posted at the beginning of each chapter)
Warnings: Past character death, DID/MPD, PTSD, cursing, slash, cute little girls, angry men, bossy mothers and angst...lots of angst with a nice mix of smex and fun times.
Disclaimer: FICTION....this is all made up, for fun. I think that covers it.
Summary: Adam retreats with-in his mind and Aaron is left to deal with the fall-out. Kris is living with Aaron and taking care of Hope. How will Adam/Aaron deal with Even's death? Can Kris hang around long enough for them to find their way back to each other? Or is the line between friendship and lovers too thin to hold up under the stress?
Banner by the wonderful groffiction
A/N: Well, finally, here's the beginning of AFL...I can't promise that I will post a chapter weekly. RL is killin' me, but I can promise I will do my best. This chapter is rated R.
Aaron’s nostrils flared, his breath coming out in quick hard puffs as he held Kris against the hallway wall. Steel grey eyes flamed as lust poured from him and the man in front of him shivered.
“Aaron? Let, let me go.” Kris stammered out.
“No.” was all Aaron got out before crashing his lips into Kris’s, teeth clashing and biting.
Kris moaned and Aaron pressed his erection harder into Kris’s stomach and rolled his hips like he would on stage. Kris moaned louder and Aaron broke away from the tantalizing kiss.
“Six months, Krissy, six months I’ve kept my hands off you, six months you’ve lived here with me, being a father to Hope and a companion to me. I want more!” Aaron didn’t give him time to answer, he palmed Kris’ hardened cock and squeezed. “Come to bed with me. I know you love me. I know you want me.”
He kissed Kris again, sliding his tongue roughly against Kris’s, taking what he wanted. Kris wrapped his legs around Aaron’s waist as Aaron carried him to the bed and pressed him into the mattress…
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Aaron woke with a raging hard on and groaned out loud.
He sat up on the side of the bed, knowing that Kris was just down the hall. He might as well have been on the other side of the world. He longed to touch him, just once, to kiss him and tell him what he really felt. He sighed and went to check on his daughter. Such a beautiful little girl, everything he had ever wanted, well, almost everything. The other thing he wanted was so close yet so far away. He made sure that Hope was soundly sleeping before he left the room and ran right into Kris.
“Fuck! You scared the hell out of me!” Kris almost yelled as Aaron shut the door to Hope’s room.
“Shush! You wake her, you rock her!” Aaron whispered fiercely. “I just got her back to sleep.” His breath came harder as he remember his dream.
“I was just coming to check on her.” Kris rubbed the back of his neck and Aaron took notice of how little he had on for the first time.
Kris was standing so close he could feel the heat coming off of him and he had nothing on but his boxers.
“You’re, not, um, dressed.” Aaron mumbled out.
Kris chuckled, “Yeah, I was in bed, remember?”
“Wish you were in mine.” Aaron thought but taking the look on Kris’s face, he must have said it out loud. “Did I say that out loud?”
Kris looked gob smacked. “Uh, yeah.” He was looking everywhere but at Aaron. “I should, go back to bed. Um, my bed. Alone.” Kris’s face bloomed red.
“Kris…” Aaron moaned and backed him up against the hallway wall. “How long are we going to do this?” He licked a swath up Kris’s neck and was instantly hard and aching. “I miss you. I need you. You’re so close but so far away from me.”
“You need…to, um, stop…oh god.” Kris moaned.
“Why?” Aaron bit down on Kris’s shoulder, sucking up a light mark. “Why do I need to stop?”
“Mourning. You are in it, mourning I mean and, oh god, aren’t thinking straight.” Kris panted out between quick short breaths.
“I never think straight. Please, you’re torturing me.” Aaron groaned.
Aaron looked into Kris’s deep brown eyes and the memory of his dream slammed into him like a bullet from a gun. “I need you, Krissy. Come to bed with me?”
Kris looked conflicted but pushed on Aaron’s chest. “You aren’t yourself…”
“Shut up.” Aaron demanded and pressed his lips to Kris’s, not giving him a chance to say anything else. He felt Kris melting into him and knew he had him. Thank god he hadn’t lost his touch.
Kris wrapped his legs around Aaron’s waist and allowed himself to be carried to Aaron’s bed. Once there, Aaron moved over him and didn’t give either of them time to think about what they were doing, or where this was going, he just kissed him deep and hard, grinding their cocks together.
Aaron felt Kris tugging at his hair and released his lips for a moment. “Don’t tell me to stop, Krissy.” Desperation filled his voice but he didn’t care. “Please, don’t tell me to stop.”
Kris smiled. “This would work better if we were both naked.”
Aaron felt Kris’s words run through his body like lightening, quickening his passion to even further heights. “Oh god…” was all he managed to moan out as he stripped them both bare. Lying back down on top of his love, Aaron’s groan was matched by one from Kris as silken hard flesh rubbed against silken hard flesh.
“Need…” Kris moaned and then “Please…” The s coming out like a hissing sound as Aaron rubbed their cocks together.
It had been so long…so long that Aaron knew he couldn’t wait. He wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and started thrusting, his moaning growing louder as Kris met him thrust for thrust.
“Harder…god, A, please!” Kris begged through gritted teeth, tightening his arm around the man he loved.
Aaron gripped them both tighter, working his hand along with his body. “So fucking close…”
“A! Fuck! A!” Kris shouted as he came, shocks rolling through his body.
The wetness of Kris spilling over his cock and hand pushed Aaron over the edge and he was coming too. Joy filled him at finally being this close to his man again. It had been so long. “Yes! Fuck!” He yelled out with a final hard thrust.
They lay there, post-cotial bliss surrounding them.
“I’ve missed you so much.” Kris whispered and then became concerned when he felt dampness on his neck. “Aaron?”
Aaron lifted his head, tears flowing freely down his face. “I thought, oh god, I thought I may never have this again.” He rolled off of Kris and pulled him tighter into him, afraid to let him go.
Kris bit his bottom lip, “So did I.”
Guilt washed over Aaron anew. Guilt for being so happy in this moment, guilt that Adam refused to surface and guilt over letting Kris go to begin with. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know, A. And right now, at this moment, I don’t care.” Kris whispered between soft kisses to Aaron’s chest. “Can’t we just be happy? Just for a few minutes?”
Aaron nodded and pulled Kris even closer to where he was half on top of him. “We will be happy, Kris. I promise.”
Kris listened as Aaron’s breathing evened out, getting deeper, and he knew that he had fallen back asleep. He refused to think beyond this moment, refused to allow the guilt nagging at the back of his mind to take root. He had this, right now, and he wasn’t going to let thoughts of Adam and Even disrupt it. Even was dead, had been dead for six months now, and he couldn’t change that. Didn’t they deserve to be happy? Wasn’t this how things should have been all along?
Kris’s last thought before Morpheus took him was of the look in Aaron’s eyes as he came. He slept with a smile on his face, wrapped up in the arms of the only man he had ever really given his whole heart to.
TBC