Return Engagement Chapter 5/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 5/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Additional warnings: dub-con, drugging, manipulation
Note: It may be confusing but I’ll be jumping back between and forth between using ‘Kris’ and ‘Bobby’ depending on what’s happening. Remember in this chapter, they are one and the same - sort of.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
CHAPTER FIVE
This was disgusting! Didn’t those two every leave each other’s side when they were home? The party was tonight and it was mid afternoon. Bobby had been trying the better part of the day to find Kris alone so he could inhabit his body. Kris and Adam eating together, Kris and Adam rehearsing, Kris and Adam playing with those snot nosed brats - they were so in love with each other Bobby couldn’t stand it. Yet again, it would make his plan for tonight much easier. Already, he felt himself stirring.
He didn’t know for sure if he was going to be able to leave the house but he wanted to take the chance. If he couldn’t, he would initiate Plan B.
Adam was starting to get ready for the party. Kris was in the bedroom, reading a book. Still too close to try anything yet.
Bobby had learned over the week or so that he’d been ‘living’ with them that Adam always took longer to get ready. He sat on the tiled seat in the shower and watched Adam shower, his hands slippery and soapy running over his body, touching himself. Bobby’s face was level with Adam’s crotch and though Adam wasn’t trying to arouse himself, his cock pulsed and rose anyway as he washed.
The spirit licked his lips, longing to surround it and devour him. Patience, patience. Just a few hours to go.
Towel around his waist, Adam wiped off the mirror and started making himself pretty. Bobby sat on the counter, on top of Adam’s wide array of hair products and make up. Each time Adam reached for something, his hand passed through his unseen guest. When he reached for his eyeliner, his hand reached into Bobby’s crotch. Smiling, Bobby waved his hand, causing the towel to fall to the floor. Adam bent down, his ass proudly in the air.
Adam finished his make up - not too heavy but glamorous enough - and started on his hair. He tilted his head, brushing his long locks until they shone. Bobby’s eyes narrowed and he took a good, hard look. Now he knew why he was drawn to Adam; it wasn’t just his hot body and insatiable sex drive - he looked like Audra, long black hair, startling blue eyes, heavenly smile. Bobby shook his head, clearing out the warm thoughts. That same stunning woman also tried to leave him; he’d had not choice when he…
“Done yet? You’re not the only one who needs to look gorgeous,” Kris called out from the bedroom.
“Almost, just need to finish my hair.”
“Well, that’s another hour. I’m going down to the kitchen for a snack. You want anything?”
“Nah.”
Ah, his chance. Reluctantly, Bobby left Adam and followed Kris, hoping he wouldn’t run into anyone living or dead.
Kris headed for the cookie jar and took a couple of cookies. He filled a glass with milk and sat at the table. Bobby stood at his side. It was simple really. Stealing himself, he sat down on the chair, on Kris; Bobby’s spirit occupyed the same space as Kris’ body and instantly, their beings merged with Bobby in control. Kris’ consciousness was locked away, oblivious to what was happening.
Bobby grabbed the table, steadying himself. He blinked, clearing away the fuzziness. He felt food in his mouth and chewed, swallowing, reveling in the sensation of working muscles. He placed a hand over his heart, pounding fast and furious. Bobby touched his face, his hands, his legs, his solid cock. He rubbed, pressing hard. Panting, electricity coursed through his veins. This was life, this was real, this was his.
Crumbs caught in his throat and he coughed. He grabbed the milk and chugged. He nearly spit it out. Horrible stuff - he need ‘mother’s milk’.
It took him a minute or two to get used to having real legs again and then he headed into the formal living room, to the bar. He dug into Kris’ memory and found the location of the key. He unlocked the cabinet and poured himself half a glass of first class scotch. He loved the burn as it seared his throat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and ran up the stairs to find his husband.
Of course, Adam was still in front of the mirror, still wearing nothing but the towel, finishing up his hair. Using mousse and gel, he’d added some height and pulled down a few strands to frame his face like spikes.
Kris stood behind him, watching in the mirror. A slow smile formed on Kris’ mouth and Adam thought his eyes looked darker than usual. Something was burning in there.
“Stunning as always,” Kris uttered, his voice seemingly a little lower. Adam noted the changes then let them pass.
“Thanks. So I didn’t overdo the hair?”
“No, though I like it hanging loose.” Kris played with a few strands on Adam’s neck. The touch sent shivers through Adam and he giggled. Kris spun Adam around. He was such a dichotomy - a beautiful, graceful feminine appearance on top of an undeniably male body.
Kris tugged on the towel.
Adam smiled impishly. “So, what’s up?”
“Funny you should say that.”
Kris yanked the towel off and pressed himself against Adam’s naked body, trapping Adam against the counter. Grabbing Adam’s hair, Kris pulled his head down and stabbed his tongue into the hot opening, swirling around and stealing Adam’s air. Adam hugged Kris, his large hands cupping Kris’ ass, pushing him closer. Adam couldn’t breath - Kris was voracious. Letting go of his ass, Adam wedged his hands between them and gently separated them.
Breathing heavily, Adam licked his lips.
“Interesting snack choice - chocolate chip cookies and scotch. Still nervous?”
Bobby accessed Kris again. Still, after all these years, Kris was uncomfortable at these parties.
“A bit; I’ll just have to stay close to your side is all.”
“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”
Adam drew him into a hug. Bobby looked in the mirror and saw himself instead of Kris. He still looked good - for being dead. His hair was short, combed back, distinguished grey at the temples. His face was long, sculpted. He still wore his tuxedo, but his white shirt was marred with a big red stain. He saw his hands holding the wide expanse of Adam’s shoulders and he reached down, giving Adam’s ass a squeeze.
“Enough baby, you need to get ready.”
Adam laughed softly and disappeared into the bedroom, the towel forgotten on the bathroom floor.
Bobby showered and once more used Kris to fix his hair and get dressed the way Kris would do it. Bobby had to be careful - if he reached out to Kris too many times, he might loose control and Kris could come back. He kept his hair in Kris’ usual style and had put on a dark brown suit and white shirt, the collar left open. He threw on one of Kris’ simple necklaces.
Adam had poured himself into reddish brown leather pants, snug in all the right places, and a beige ruffled shirt with a deep V collar. He slipped on a matching leather jacket. He finished off with some diamond stud earrings, a few rings on each hand, and a two necklaces. He bent over to pull on his pointed boots and Bobby couldn’t resist - he slowly ran his finger up the seam of the pants, along Adam’s crack.
“Okay Romeo, let’s get going.”
Hand in hand, they headed towards the kids’ rooms to say goodnight. They stopped in Joshua’s room first. Adam picked his son up out of his cradle and hugged him. He whispered sweetly to him, kissing his cheek then turned to Kris.
“Get in here Daddy, your son wants to say good night.”
Bobby didn’t like kids, babies in particular. They were wobbly and smelled funny. Donning a fake smile, he took his ‘son’.
Joshie screamed, kicking and reaching for Adam.
“What the fuck!” Adam exclaimed, taking the baby. The screaming dyed down but he still cried. Adam felt his forehead. “Maybe he’s coming down with something.”
Mrs. Willowby, alerted by the crying, came in and took over.
“Something’s wrong but he doesn’t feel warm,” Adam offered, rubbing his downy hair.
“Don’t worry sirs, I’m sure its nothing. Enjoy yourselves, I take care of everything.”
Bobby figured he better sound concerned
“You’ll call us if…”
“Of course, of course Mr. Allen.”
They headed to Hannah’s room but Bobby didn’t dare go in. Audra was probably there and she’d recognize him for sure. Also, if the baby sensed something wrong, this kid probably would too - and she could say something.
He made some excuse and ran down the stairs, stopping at the front door. This was it, either it was going to work or it wasn’t. He opened the door and took one step. So far, so good. Took another step, and another, and another until he was in the driveway. Success!
“Baby, where are you?” Adam called from the house.
“At the car. Let’s go. Tonight’s going to be a good night!”
--*--
The party was big, loud, exciting, ALIVE. Bobby had wanted to stay by Adam’s side as ‘Kris’ had promised, but he couldn’t contain himself. He wanted to dance, drink, smoke, flirt, do everything forbidden he could think of. He didn’t care if the newspapers splashed across their pages the uncensored exploits of Kris Allen - Bobby cared nothing of Kris’ reputation - he was going to enjoy himself.
Adam quickly lost track of his husband. Maybe he found some corner to cower in, someplace to enjoy a beer in relative peace. Adam socialized, networked, had a drink or two then the dance music started and Adam headed onto the floor.
The beat pounded and bodies pressed together, gyrating. Above the heads, Adam spotted Kris grinding against someone, a woman. Kris had a drink in his hand and it splashed down her front. Kris produced a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped her dry, lingering on her breasts.
Adam pushed through the crowd, fuming. What the fuck did he think he was doing? Doesn’t he realize the paps are all over the party?
Grabbing Kris’ elbow, Adam hauled him off the floor and into a secluded booth.
“Have you lost your mind?” Adam demanded, lowering his voice.
“Ah, lover, are you jealous? Do you want me to feel you up too?”
Kris scooted over to Adam, reaching under the table and rubbing Adam’s cock through his pants. He licked Adam’s neck, biting his ear.
“I want to fuck you long and hard. I want my dick shoved so far up your ass you feel it in your throat.”
Adam pushed him away, angry.
“It’s time to leave.”
Kris laughed.
“Can’t wait for a good dick whipping huh?”
Adam shoved Kris out of the booth and holding his upper arm, pulled him through the party and into the parking lot. They had driven themselves and had parked in a dark area, hoping to escape the cameras.
“Get it.”
Adam opened the passenger door. Kris pushed him against the back door, his hands pulling at Adam’s shirt and his tongue raping Adam’s mouth.
“Kris…Kris…stop it!”
Bobby stepped back. Why was Adam making this so damn hard?
Adam wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“Have you been smoking? You don’t smoke!”
Oops.
“Just a stogie, a Havana cheroot. You should try one sometime.”
Adam watched, stunned, as Kris pulled a long, thick cigar out of his back pocket and slowly inserted it in his mouth, moving it in and out suggestively, his tongue licking it.
Someone must have slipped something in Kris’ drink. This wasn’t HIS Kris - that had to be it. Adam calmed down a bit.
He pointed at the seat.
“In.”
“Yes Papa.”
Adam reached over, doing up Kris’ seat belt. Kris smacked Adam’s ass and laughed manically. The drive home was slow; Adam had to keep one hand on the steer wheel while fending off Kris’ advances with the other.
Finally, they got home. Adam nearly carried Kris up the stairs to their bedroom. Thankfully, the kid’s rooms were far enough away they wouldn’t hear the commotion. Adam didn’t want to try and explain to Hannah what was wrong with her Daddy.
Bobby pushed his weight against Adam, directing him towards the bed. Adam’s legs hit the edge of the bed and they toppled, Kris landing on top.
Bobby ground Kris’ cock against Adam’s, pinning Adam’s arms to the mattress and devouring the man beneath him with his eyes. Adam fought him. Kris’s body was strong but not as strong as Adam’s. Bobby was able to hold him down briefly.
“I know you want me lover. I can feel how hard you are. I’m going to fuck you now!”
Adam won the wrestling match, tossing Kris to the side. Adam clamored off the bed, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
“Not like this, you’re not.”
Adam started to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m making a pot of coffee and we’re going to get you sobered up.”
Adam disappeared and Bobby dropped the drunk act. Wonderful shit! Adam wasn’t going to be cooperative. That’s okay, though, Bobby thought. I have no problem with him being an unwilling participant - as long as I get what I want.
He tapped Kris’ memories again, trying to come with a solution to his dilemma. In the back of Kris’ mind, he discovered that there was a bottle of painkillers in the medicine cabinet that Adam took last year when he pulled a muscle in his back - a sex related injury of course. What else. They were really strong and made Adam very listless and confused.
Bobby hurried into the bathroom and dug around on the shelves until he found the bottle, pushed into the back. There were three pills left. The label instructions said ‘take two’ so if two reduced Adam to a pliable puddle, three would make him downright vulnerable to anything.
He pocketed the capsules and returned to the bed, falling back into the intoxicated act as Adam came in carrying a full pot and two mugs. Adam filled the mugs and handed one to his drunk husband.
Kris took a sip and covered his mouth.
“Oh, I think I’m going to be sick,” he moaned, doubling over.
“Let’s get you to the toilet.” Adam stood, putting down his coffee. He tried to lift Kris.
“N-no, won’t make it, get a bucket.”
Adam ran out and Bobby took the capsules out and opened them, lacing Adam’s coffee.
Rushing back in, Adam found Kris in the bathroom, throwing up (that what Bobby wanted him to think). Adam tried to come in but Kris shooed him away, saying he didn’t need an audience.
Adam waited on the bed. He’d have to take Kris to the doctor in the morning, make sure that drug was out of his system. Adam took a long drink of his coffee. Why did they always have to be on guard when they went out? Someone always wanted …some… thing… from…them…
The room started spinning. Kris was before him, smiling. He took the mug, setting it down, and came back, rubbing Adam’s cheek and nose.
“Kris…I…don’t…feel…right…”
“You’ll be fine lover. Pretty soon, you’ll be feeling real good.” Adam felt himself being pushed back on the bed as Kris continued speaking, his voice echoing in Adam’s head. “I certainly know I’ll be feeling fucking fantastic.”
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Additional warnings: dub-con, drugging, manipulation
Note: It may be confusing but I’ll be jumping back between and forth between using ‘Kris’ and ‘Bobby’ depending on what’s happening. Remember in this chapter, they are one and the same - sort of.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
CHAPTER FIVE
This was disgusting! Didn’t those two every leave each other’s side when they were home? The party was tonight and it was mid afternoon. Bobby had been trying the better part of the day to find Kris alone so he could inhabit his body. Kris and Adam eating together, Kris and Adam rehearsing, Kris and Adam playing with those snot nosed brats - they were so in love with each other Bobby couldn’t stand it. Yet again, it would make his plan for tonight much easier. Already, he felt himself stirring.
He didn’t know for sure if he was going to be able to leave the house but he wanted to take the chance. If he couldn’t, he would initiate Plan B.
Adam was starting to get ready for the party. Kris was in the bedroom, reading a book. Still too close to try anything yet.
Bobby had learned over the week or so that he’d been ‘living’ with them that Adam always took longer to get ready. He sat on the tiled seat in the shower and watched Adam shower, his hands slippery and soapy running over his body, touching himself. Bobby’s face was level with Adam’s crotch and though Adam wasn’t trying to arouse himself, his cock pulsed and rose anyway as he washed.
The spirit licked his lips, longing to surround it and devour him. Patience, patience. Just a few hours to go.
Towel around his waist, Adam wiped off the mirror and started making himself pretty. Bobby sat on the counter, on top of Adam’s wide array of hair products and make up. Each time Adam reached for something, his hand passed through his unseen guest. When he reached for his eyeliner, his hand reached into Bobby’s crotch. Smiling, Bobby waved his hand, causing the towel to fall to the floor. Adam bent down, his ass proudly in the air.
Adam finished his make up - not too heavy but glamorous enough - and started on his hair. He tilted his head, brushing his long locks until they shone. Bobby’s eyes narrowed and he took a good, hard look. Now he knew why he was drawn to Adam; it wasn’t just his hot body and insatiable sex drive - he looked like Audra, long black hair, startling blue eyes, heavenly smile. Bobby shook his head, clearing out the warm thoughts. That same stunning woman also tried to leave him; he’d had not choice when he…
“Done yet? You’re not the only one who needs to look gorgeous,” Kris called out from the bedroom.
“Almost, just need to finish my hair.”
“Well, that’s another hour. I’m going down to the kitchen for a snack. You want anything?”
“Nah.”
Ah, his chance. Reluctantly, Bobby left Adam and followed Kris, hoping he wouldn’t run into anyone living or dead.
Kris headed for the cookie jar and took a couple of cookies. He filled a glass with milk and sat at the table. Bobby stood at his side. It was simple really. Stealing himself, he sat down on the chair, on Kris; Bobby’s spirit occupyed the same space as Kris’ body and instantly, their beings merged with Bobby in control. Kris’ consciousness was locked away, oblivious to what was happening.
Bobby grabbed the table, steadying himself. He blinked, clearing away the fuzziness. He felt food in his mouth and chewed, swallowing, reveling in the sensation of working muscles. He placed a hand over his heart, pounding fast and furious. Bobby touched his face, his hands, his legs, his solid cock. He rubbed, pressing hard. Panting, electricity coursed through his veins. This was life, this was real, this was his.
Crumbs caught in his throat and he coughed. He grabbed the milk and chugged. He nearly spit it out. Horrible stuff - he need ‘mother’s milk’.
It took him a minute or two to get used to having real legs again and then he headed into the formal living room, to the bar. He dug into Kris’ memory and found the location of the key. He unlocked the cabinet and poured himself half a glass of first class scotch. He loved the burn as it seared his throat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and ran up the stairs to find his husband.
Of course, Adam was still in front of the mirror, still wearing nothing but the towel, finishing up his hair. Using mousse and gel, he’d added some height and pulled down a few strands to frame his face like spikes.
Kris stood behind him, watching in the mirror. A slow smile formed on Kris’ mouth and Adam thought his eyes looked darker than usual. Something was burning in there.
“Stunning as always,” Kris uttered, his voice seemingly a little lower. Adam noted the changes then let them pass.
“Thanks. So I didn’t overdo the hair?”
“No, though I like it hanging loose.” Kris played with a few strands on Adam’s neck. The touch sent shivers through Adam and he giggled. Kris spun Adam around. He was such a dichotomy - a beautiful, graceful feminine appearance on top of an undeniably male body.
Kris tugged on the towel.
Adam smiled impishly. “So, what’s up?”
“Funny you should say that.”
Kris yanked the towel off and pressed himself against Adam’s naked body, trapping Adam against the counter. Grabbing Adam’s hair, Kris pulled his head down and stabbed his tongue into the hot opening, swirling around and stealing Adam’s air. Adam hugged Kris, his large hands cupping Kris’ ass, pushing him closer. Adam couldn’t breath - Kris was voracious. Letting go of his ass, Adam wedged his hands between them and gently separated them.
Breathing heavily, Adam licked his lips.
“Interesting snack choice - chocolate chip cookies and scotch. Still nervous?”
Bobby accessed Kris again. Still, after all these years, Kris was uncomfortable at these parties.
“A bit; I’ll just have to stay close to your side is all.”
“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”
Adam drew him into a hug. Bobby looked in the mirror and saw himself instead of Kris. He still looked good - for being dead. His hair was short, combed back, distinguished grey at the temples. His face was long, sculpted. He still wore his tuxedo, but his white shirt was marred with a big red stain. He saw his hands holding the wide expanse of Adam’s shoulders and he reached down, giving Adam’s ass a squeeze.
“Enough baby, you need to get ready.”
Adam laughed softly and disappeared into the bedroom, the towel forgotten on the bathroom floor.
Bobby showered and once more used Kris to fix his hair and get dressed the way Kris would do it. Bobby had to be careful - if he reached out to Kris too many times, he might loose control and Kris could come back. He kept his hair in Kris’ usual style and had put on a dark brown suit and white shirt, the collar left open. He threw on one of Kris’ simple necklaces.
Adam had poured himself into reddish brown leather pants, snug in all the right places, and a beige ruffled shirt with a deep V collar. He slipped on a matching leather jacket. He finished off with some diamond stud earrings, a few rings on each hand, and a two necklaces. He bent over to pull on his pointed boots and Bobby couldn’t resist - he slowly ran his finger up the seam of the pants, along Adam’s crack.
“Okay Romeo, let’s get going.”
Hand in hand, they headed towards the kids’ rooms to say goodnight. They stopped in Joshua’s room first. Adam picked his son up out of his cradle and hugged him. He whispered sweetly to him, kissing his cheek then turned to Kris.
“Get in here Daddy, your son wants to say good night.”
Bobby didn’t like kids, babies in particular. They were wobbly and smelled funny. Donning a fake smile, he took his ‘son’.
Joshie screamed, kicking and reaching for Adam.
“What the fuck!” Adam exclaimed, taking the baby. The screaming dyed down but he still cried. Adam felt his forehead. “Maybe he’s coming down with something.”
Mrs. Willowby, alerted by the crying, came in and took over.
“Something’s wrong but he doesn’t feel warm,” Adam offered, rubbing his downy hair.
“Don’t worry sirs, I’m sure its nothing. Enjoy yourselves, I take care of everything.”
Bobby figured he better sound concerned
“You’ll call us if…”
“Of course, of course Mr. Allen.”
They headed to Hannah’s room but Bobby didn’t dare go in. Audra was probably there and she’d recognize him for sure. Also, if the baby sensed something wrong, this kid probably would too - and she could say something.
He made some excuse and ran down the stairs, stopping at the front door. This was it, either it was going to work or it wasn’t. He opened the door and took one step. So far, so good. Took another step, and another, and another until he was in the driveway. Success!
“Baby, where are you?” Adam called from the house.
“At the car. Let’s go. Tonight’s going to be a good night!”
--*--
The party was big, loud, exciting, ALIVE. Bobby had wanted to stay by Adam’s side as ‘Kris’ had promised, but he couldn’t contain himself. He wanted to dance, drink, smoke, flirt, do everything forbidden he could think of. He didn’t care if the newspapers splashed across their pages the uncensored exploits of Kris Allen - Bobby cared nothing of Kris’ reputation - he was going to enjoy himself.
Adam quickly lost track of his husband. Maybe he found some corner to cower in, someplace to enjoy a beer in relative peace. Adam socialized, networked, had a drink or two then the dance music started and Adam headed onto the floor.
The beat pounded and bodies pressed together, gyrating. Above the heads, Adam spotted Kris grinding against someone, a woman. Kris had a drink in his hand and it splashed down her front. Kris produced a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped her dry, lingering on her breasts.
Adam pushed through the crowd, fuming. What the fuck did he think he was doing? Doesn’t he realize the paps are all over the party?
Grabbing Kris’ elbow, Adam hauled him off the floor and into a secluded booth.
“Have you lost your mind?” Adam demanded, lowering his voice.
“Ah, lover, are you jealous? Do you want me to feel you up too?”
Kris scooted over to Adam, reaching under the table and rubbing Adam’s cock through his pants. He licked Adam’s neck, biting his ear.
“I want to fuck you long and hard. I want my dick shoved so far up your ass you feel it in your throat.”
Adam pushed him away, angry.
“It’s time to leave.”
Kris laughed.
“Can’t wait for a good dick whipping huh?”
Adam shoved Kris out of the booth and holding his upper arm, pulled him through the party and into the parking lot. They had driven themselves and had parked in a dark area, hoping to escape the cameras.
“Get it.”
Adam opened the passenger door. Kris pushed him against the back door, his hands pulling at Adam’s shirt and his tongue raping Adam’s mouth.
“Kris…Kris…stop it!”
Bobby stepped back. Why was Adam making this so damn hard?
Adam wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“Have you been smoking? You don’t smoke!”
Oops.
“Just a stogie, a Havana cheroot. You should try one sometime.”
Adam watched, stunned, as Kris pulled a long, thick cigar out of his back pocket and slowly inserted it in his mouth, moving it in and out suggestively, his tongue licking it.
Someone must have slipped something in Kris’ drink. This wasn’t HIS Kris - that had to be it. Adam calmed down a bit.
He pointed at the seat.
“In.”
“Yes Papa.”
Adam reached over, doing up Kris’ seat belt. Kris smacked Adam’s ass and laughed manically. The drive home was slow; Adam had to keep one hand on the steer wheel while fending off Kris’ advances with the other.
Finally, they got home. Adam nearly carried Kris up the stairs to their bedroom. Thankfully, the kid’s rooms were far enough away they wouldn’t hear the commotion. Adam didn’t want to try and explain to Hannah what was wrong with her Daddy.
Bobby pushed his weight against Adam, directing him towards the bed. Adam’s legs hit the edge of the bed and they toppled, Kris landing on top.
Bobby ground Kris’ cock against Adam’s, pinning Adam’s arms to the mattress and devouring the man beneath him with his eyes. Adam fought him. Kris’s body was strong but not as strong as Adam’s. Bobby was able to hold him down briefly.
“I know you want me lover. I can feel how hard you are. I’m going to fuck you now!”
Adam won the wrestling match, tossing Kris to the side. Adam clamored off the bed, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
“Not like this, you’re not.”
Adam started to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m making a pot of coffee and we’re going to get you sobered up.”
Adam disappeared and Bobby dropped the drunk act. Wonderful shit! Adam wasn’t going to be cooperative. That’s okay, though, Bobby thought. I have no problem with him being an unwilling participant - as long as I get what I want.
He tapped Kris’ memories again, trying to come with a solution to his dilemma. In the back of Kris’ mind, he discovered that there was a bottle of painkillers in the medicine cabinet that Adam took last year when he pulled a muscle in his back - a sex related injury of course. What else. They were really strong and made Adam very listless and confused.
Bobby hurried into the bathroom and dug around on the shelves until he found the bottle, pushed into the back. There were three pills left. The label instructions said ‘take two’ so if two reduced Adam to a pliable puddle, three would make him downright vulnerable to anything.
He pocketed the capsules and returned to the bed, falling back into the intoxicated act as Adam came in carrying a full pot and two mugs. Adam filled the mugs and handed one to his drunk husband.
Kris took a sip and covered his mouth.
“Oh, I think I’m going to be sick,” he moaned, doubling over.
“Let’s get you to the toilet.” Adam stood, putting down his coffee. He tried to lift Kris.
“N-no, won’t make it, get a bucket.”
Adam ran out and Bobby took the capsules out and opened them, lacing Adam’s coffee.
Rushing back in, Adam found Kris in the bathroom, throwing up (that what Bobby wanted him to think). Adam tried to come in but Kris shooed him away, saying he didn’t need an audience.
Adam waited on the bed. He’d have to take Kris to the doctor in the morning, make sure that drug was out of his system. Adam took a long drink of his coffee. Why did they always have to be on guard when they went out? Someone always wanted …some… thing… from…them…
The room started spinning. Kris was before him, smiling. He took the mug, setting it down, and came back, rubbing Adam’s cheek and nose.
“Kris…I…don’t…feel…right…”
“You’ll be fine lover. Pretty soon, you’ll be feeling real good.” Adam felt himself being pushed back on the bed as Kris continued speaking, his voice echoing in Adam’s head. “I certainly know I’ll be feeling fucking fantastic.”