Written All Over My Face (3/?)
Written All Over My Face
Author: alienanalysis
Title: Written All Over My Face (3/?)
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: NC-17 (yes, it’s hotting up now...)
Summary: Still unable to find the right words to tell Adam, Kris decides to let their bodies do the talking during a seemingly innocent cuddle in Adam’s bed.
Length: 2,000
Disclaimer: Thisisaworkoffictionidontowneitheroftheguysmaycontainstronglanguageandcontentofasexualnatureblahblahblah.
Notes: OK, here’s where it starts to get hot, guys! But be warned, the angsty stuff is on the way next...
Previous chapters:
Chapter 1: A conversation with a chat-show shrink makes Kris finally realize the feelings he’d been hiding in the deepest, darkest part of his mind for months
Chapter 2: Kris searches for the right words to tell Adam his feelings, but it isn’t an easy task. How exactly can he tell Adam he wants to stick his tongue down his throat when he can’t even get his tongue to function enough to speak..?
Kris was no stranger to being tightly wrapped inside Adam’s arms. After all, they’d hugged countless times during Idol and on the tour.
But this time it feels different.
As they embraced in the doorway of Adam’s new house that Sunday afternoon, Kris noticed things he’d either been blind to in the past, or didn’t allow himself to fully take in.
Kris sighed as he took in all the little intimate details. The feel of Adam’s heart beating against his. The soft breaths he could hear - and feel - escaping Adam’s mouth just inches from his ear. The sweet smell of the countless beauty products that used to clutter their shared bedroom back in the Idol mansion. The cute freckles that dotted Adam’s bare arms.
They finally broke away from the embrace and walked into the lounge. ‘It’s so good to see you,’ he told Adam, walking a few steps behind and trying to steady his nerves. Since the disastrous phone call a few days ago, Kris had been rehearsing what to say to Adam, but still nothing sounded right.
‘Likewise!’ Adam replied warmly. He turned to face Kris and he made a concerned face. ‘Kris, you look tired. And I mean, really tired. Is everything OK?’
‘Oh, it was a long journey, my flight was delayed,’ Kris shrugged. ‘Plus I’ve not been sleeping very well.’
What Kris didn’t mention was why he’d not been sleeping well. He’d found himself constantly wide-awake and totally horny at bedtime despite his hectic schedule, fantasizing alone in bed with his copy of Rolling Stone on the bedside table.
Kris couldn’t deal with yet more sleepless, frustrating nights. There was no backing out this time. Scared of getting tongue-tied again, Kris wished Adam would simply just pick up on his vibe and make the move instead.
Adam led Kris up the staircase and swung open the door to reveal his bedroom. ‘Lay down.’
‘Huh?’ Kris responded, staring back at Adam with wide eyes. Had Adam figured it out already..?
Adam drew the curtains to block out the bright California sun. ‘You must be exhausted from the long flight. Try and catch some sleep while I go and fix us something to eat.’
‘Oh,’ Kris responded, feeling stupid for making assumptions. Still, the invitation to lie down on the black satin sheets of Adam’s king-sized four-poster bed was hard to pass up on.
‘The last few weeks must have been tough for you,’ Adam went on, perching on the end of the bed. ‘It must have been hard to smile and joke around for all those reporters and fans, when really you must have been feeling like crap.’
‘Yeah,’ Kris agreed, sinking back onto the comfy bed. His upcoming divorce was the furthest thing from his mind as he nuzzled his head against the Adam-scented pillow. He never knew the smell of BedHead Shine Junkie hair wax would make him feel so aroused...
‘So who did you turn to during the break up?’ Adam asked, still looking at Kris from the end of the bed with large, concerned eyes. ‘Who did you call for those late night heart-to-hearts when you were going through all that heartache?’
‘Nobody really,’ Kris replied. He found it hard enough figuring out his own mind without trying to explain it to someone else.
Adam’s mouth dropped open and he shuffled close enough to place a hand on Kris’s shoulder. ‘You went through all that by yourself? Oh man, you could have called me! I would have been there for you to listen...’
The feeling of Adam’s firm grip on Kris’s shoulder sent a surge of electricity all the way down his body. The proximity, the intimate bedroom setting, Adam’s soft, concerned voice, it was all going in the right direction. Now he just had to find the right words.
Words. Kris had messed up on that front last time. If he couldn’t get his brain to function during a long-distance phone-call, how the hell was he supposed to string a sentence together when he was lying on Adam’s bed, the object of his affection stroking his arm?
The nerves and anticipation kicked in and Kris found his body trembling, shaking, shivering involuntarily. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t control it.
‘Here,’ Adam offered, reaching across Kris’s body to lift the sheets up to wrap them around Kris’s body. ‘I can turn the air con off if it’s too cold in here..?’
Kris shook his head, glad to have some covers over him to disguise his growing erection. ‘No, it’s fine,’ he insisted.
More than fine. The bed sheets smelt of honeysuckle, and blueberries, and plums, and... well, Adam. He closed his eyes and let out a long shaky breath, getting ready to launch into The Speech.
‘You know, Adam,’ he began nervously, ‘I should have called you when I was going through the break-up. I think you’re the only person I can truly trust in, the only person who completely understands me, totally gets me...’
Adam looked back at Kris with a look of awe, blinking away what looked suspiciously like a tear. ‘You too,’ he sighed. ‘We’ve both been through this epic rollercoaster of a year together, we’ll always have that special bond.’
Kris reached out and pulled Adam closer, wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist. ‘I know,’ he gasped into Adam’s ear, not sure how much longer he could go without just delving in and kissing him.
Maybe Kris didn’t need words to tell Adam how he felt after all. Maybe it was time to let their bodies do the communicating...
*
Adam couldn’t believe he was actually cuddling Kris under the bed covers, hand rested on the small of Kris’s back just inches from that cute, toned ass he’s been lusting over for months. It was like the start of one of the fantasies he liked to indulge in after turning the lights off to go to bed.
Only, in those fantasies, Kris would then inch his hand down Adam’s body until it reached his throbbing cock and things would get totally R-rated from there onwards.
This was just an innocent hug, between friends. And Kris needed his friends in times like these. It would be totally inappropriate to think dirty thoughts when he should be comforting Kris and helping him through what must be a difficult time.
He rested his chin on the pillow and looked back at Kris’s face. He didn’t as exhausted and drained as he had done earlier. No, now he looked peaceful, relaxed, happy.
Kris opened his eyes and caught Adam staring back, their gazes locked together for a few moments. Adam tried to interpret what was going on behind those deep brown eyes. There was a certain intensity in them he’d never seen before.
Silence hung in the air as they continued to gaze back at one another. There was something about Kris’s gaze that made the fine, blonde hairs on his arms stand up. What was it..? It certainly wasn’t a look of sadness or pain. No, it was more like a wanting, a craving, a... desire?
But for who?
Adam quickly broke eye contact and turned his head around to face the pillow. He couldn’t keep torturing himself over Kris and the constant ‘what if?’ going on in the back of his mind. He’d dealt with unrequited love way too many times to want to go down that route again. He blinked back a frustrated tear and bit on his lip, determined to stay restrained. Maybe he should leave the room and let Kris sleep in peace.
Just as Adam was about to stand up and leave, he felt a hand reach out and touch his jaw. He let out a short gasp as Kris pulled his face around to face his.
That look was still in Kris’s eyes as he then moved his hand up to push a strand of hair out of Adam’s face. Their eyes became locked again as Kris shuffled even closer towards Adam, chests pressed together so closely Adam could feel both their hearts thumping together in harmony.
Kris wasn’t done yet. Still maintaining intense eye contact, he stroked Adam’s cheek up and down, his fingers trembling. He parted his lips slightly and let out a shaky breath which Adam could feel on his own lips.
Adam followed up on the signals Kris was emitting, inching his face closer towards Kris’s until the tips of their noses were touching. He felt Kris rising and falling in his arms with every ragged breath, both their bodies getting hotter.
He tried not to gasp too loudly as Kris shifted around under the covers, his groin now pressed against Adam’s. Shit, he was getting seriously hard now and Kris was sure to notice...
He needn’t have worried. He soon discovered Kris was just as hard, and by the way he was starting to wiggle and grind into Adam’s crotch he knew he didn’t have to worry about it being ‘inappropriate’ any more.
Adam held his breath in anticipation, waiting for that moment to come, the one he’d fantasized about on so many frustrated nights when Kris had been sleeping so near him, yet been so out of reach.
This was it.
Kris slowly edged his mouth forward and allowed his lips to brush against Adam’s. For a few short seconds, both paused to savor the moment, that first forbidden taste of one another.
Adam parted his lips slightly, waiting for the longest few seconds of his life for Kris to reciprocate, silently begging the universe, stars and planets to be on his side and make this work out. He couldn’t deal with Kris suddenly regretting his actions and leaving him with yet another heartbreak.
The universe obviously heard Adam’s plea. He let out a long, pleasurable moan as Kris’s tongue slid into his mouth.
Tongues entwined together, Adam gripped onto Kris’s shoulders and tried to convince himself this was real and wasn’t yet another dream he was about to wake up from alone in his bed.
Kris’s hand desperately tugged at Adam’s jeans and scrambled to undo the buttons. Within a few seconds Adam had quickly wriggled out of them, lips still locked together the whole time, in complete silence with just the sound of frantic breathing and rustling bed sheets.
Adam helped Kris pull off his own jeans, soon feeling the warmth from Kris’s naked thigh as he slid it in between Adam’s, just the thin fabric of their underwear separating both their aching cocks.
Making a long, desperate grunt, Kris scrambled on top on Adam, bodies moving up and down in sync together. He suddenly paused for a moment and pulled away from the kiss long enough to give Adam another long, intense stare.
‘What, what?’ Adam asked, heart sinking for a split second, wondering if Kris was having second thoughts. His lips uttered the clichéd phrase he’d read in so many fan fics.
‘Are you sure?’
Kris’s mouth curled into a smile and his eyes crinkled in the corners in that way they always did when he was happy. ‘Never been more sure about anything,’ he insisted, stroking his hand down Adam’s chest until it reached the waistband of his boxers.
Adam wasn’t convinced. It had happened a couple of times before with ‘straight’ boys he’d gotten involved with who had insisted they were ‘sure’, only to run away in the morning full of regret. From Kris’s broad, genuine smile, he knew he was being honest and thought he was sure it was what he wanted, but the shock of waking up beside Adam both all sticky and sweaty in the morning might make Kris run a mile...
But Adam would deal with that if or when that happened in the morning. He’d spent far too many months imagining this moment to let it slip by.
He cast aside any worries and doubts in his mind, and concentrated on the gorgeous naked man lying on top of him currently trying to prise off his boxers.
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