then we'll throw it on the fire (Adam/Kris; NC-17)
Okay, so. This is CRAZY, and HOLY CRAP. I am trying to get through comments to take this sinking boat, and I will reply to all of you, honestly, it's just been a busy week! /o\
In the meantime, I had promised a porny epilogue, and it was stuck in my head, and yeats says JUST POST IT OMG, so here you go. This is a thank you to the whole AI fandom who have been so fucking supportive of my first fic that I am totally overwhelmed, no lie.
then we'll throw it on the fire
Adam/Kris
NC-17, 1600 words
Basically this is a PWP, set a while after take this sinking ship. You don't have to have read it for this to make sense, honestly. IT'S PWP. (Title from David Bowie's Kooks, with thanks to yeats.)
It's barely light out when Adam opens his eyes with a rush of thatyesplease running through his veins, the time of day that's the beginning for some people, but still the middle of the night for Adam and Kris. But Kris still has streaks of morning person in him that years of night living haven't quite erased, and he seems to be very much awake now, hands slipping restlessly over Adam's thighs, mouth hot and insistent on his cock. Waking up to blowjobs is rare enough, but even if Adam woke up like this every day, it would never get old, not with the way Kris winks up at him when he sees that Adam's eyes are open. Kris's hair is spiky and wild, soft under Adam's fingers when they slide through it, urging him closer, deeper. It's been almost a year, and Adam's still grateful every time Kris looks at him with this spark in his eyes, every time he laughs when Adam pulls him into his lap. The feeling he gets when Kris moans around his cock is something that transcends grateful, something warm and heavy, like his chest is being cracked open, his heart excited enough to try and beat its way out of his ribcage.
He's used to slow, sleepy blowjobs in the morning (only on days when they have nothing until afternoon; neither one of them wants to move much after), but this is different, wet and sloppy, just this side of frantic. Adam tugs a little on the hair at the nape of Kris's neck and Kris makes a guttural, needy sound. "Kris, fuck," Adam manages when Kris presses his thumb behind Adam's balls. He's already way harder than he has a right to be this early in the day, and he wants to savor this, slow it down. "Whoa, whoa," he says softly.
Kris pulls off his cock with a wet sound, hands still stroking him. "Adam," he pants, his voice reed thin, forehead pressed to Adam's hip. "Fuck, I want... need it," he whines, and Adam pushes up on his elbows, jostles Kris in the side with his knee. Kris inhales sharply. Wow, okay, Adam thinks, because Kris is only this inarticulate when he's almost at the edge. Problem is, with Kris's hand still jerking him off hot and slick and fast, Adam's closing in on it himself.
"Okay, just," Adam says, laughing a little, breathless, and reaching down to still Kris's hand. "I need a second, seriously." If he doesn't get one damn second where Kris isn't touching him, this is all going to be over really fucking fast. But Kris actually growls into his skin, head dropping forward and rolling on his thigh, and Adam can feel that he's shaking a little. "Kris," he says worried, and Kris is pushing on his hands and knees, crawling awkwardly up Adam's body, mouth pressing hot against him, not kissing, just sliding over skin. Adam's whole body is thrumming, and Kris is bowstring taut above him. He noses at Adam's throat.
"Fuck me, please," he whispers and when he looks up, his pupils are blown, eyes inky black and pleading.
"I will, shhh," Adam says, hands smoothing down Kris's sides, trying to bring him down just a fraction from where he is, to get him to a point where Adam can open him up, take his time. Adam wouldn't have thought he would ever have the patience for this; he's the kind of boy who would encourage a quick, dry fuck in a public bathroom, skin sticking to skin. But Kris never got the concept of pleasure in pain. They tried a few times, when Kris was practically begging like he is now, and neither of them wanted to wait. But Adam didn't love it because Kris didn't, and they stopped trying months ago. Adam gets off on Kris getting off, and Kris gets off on slow, lazy fucks, right to the edge and back again. Adam pushes lightly at Kris's chest, trying to hint that he wants Kris on his back, but Kris shakes his head, fingers tightening around Adam's shoulders.
"Now, come on," Kris says, and rocks back against Adam's cock. His hips keep moving in these tiny circles that are driving Adam a little insane.
"Kris," Adam hisses, and Kris cracks a smile.
"Come on," he says again, low and teasing, "I'm ready, let's go."
Adam blinks up at him, and Kris shivers as Adam traces his fingers down his spine, feeling the slick of lube at the curve of Kris's ass. "What did you--" Adam starts, but then his fingers brush smooth silicone and Kris bucks a little above him. "Holy shit."
"Didn't want to wake you," Kris says, shaky but grinning, a blush blooming high on his cheeks.
"So you decided to crack open the sex toys?" Adam says with a disbelieving shake of his head. His fingers won't stop tracing around the edge of silicone, and Adam is pretty damn sure it's a butt plug he picked up in his 'let's see what Kris's kinks are' phase. This... wasn't one of them.
"Time saver," Kris says, and his elbows shake when Adam presses the plug in, just a fraction.
"How long?" Adam murmurs, and Kris blinks his eyes open.
"Not too long. Bathroom." Adam can picture him in there, hands slick with lube, one foot on the edge of the tub as he worked himself open, door closed to keep Adam from hearing any little noises he made. It's the hottest fucking mental image he's had in... possibly ever.
"Fuck, Kristopher," he breaths, grinning like moron, and Kris leans down to kiss him.
"You gonna fuck me now, or what?" he asks, so close the words vibrate off Adam's lips, and Adam grabs Kris's ass in both hands and squeezes tight, swallowing Kris's whimpers as he uses his thumb to press the plug in as far as it will go before twisting a fraction and pulling it out slow, slow, slow. Kris is shaking above him, and Adam worries he won't be able to stay upright, but the second the plug is gone, Kris leans back on his heels and reaches around with one still-slick hand, guiding Adam's cock inside him with a few rocks of his hips, a few hitched breaths.
Kris drops his chin to his chest, his hands splayed flat on Adam's torso, and Adam thrusts his hips up experimentally. It's an easy slide, Kris's body just opening around him, and Adam gets up on one elbow and pushes a hand through Kris's hair, yanks hard enough to pull Kris's head back. He bites sharply at the tendons of his neck and Kris twists a little in his grasp. "Yeah, Adam," Kris manages, throat working hard to swallow, nails digging into Adam's shoulders. "Harder, come on."
Adam lets go, loses himself in the rhythm of his body slamming hard into Kris, the slick sounds almost overpowering the harsh, panting breaths they're both taking. His body is tingling, and he has to remind himself that fifteen minutes ago, he was sound asleep, and Kris was in their bathroom, already hard, opening himself up for this. He lays back against the pillows and grips Kris's hips in both hands.
"Touch yourself," he says, and Kris looks up at him through damp lashes, a drop of sweat sliding down his temple.
"Like this?" he asks, almost coy, and wraps his fist around his cock, stroking from base to crown, teeth biting at his lower lip. Adam would accuse him of showing off, but his eyes flutter so convincingly at the touch that he remembers this is just Kris, getting lost in the feeling of them, not thinking about what angles look good, or what words might make Adam's rhythm stutter in surprise. He just rides the edge, pulling Adam along with him, and Adam ends up surprised most of the time anyway.
"So fucking gorgeous," Adam murmurs, mostly to himself, as Kris jerks himself off in time with Adam's quick, hard thrusts. He moans a little on every upstroke and Adam knows he's close, knows he's hitting the right spot by the way Kris's shoulders hunch, his arms tremble. "That's it, come on baby," he says roughly and Kris lets out a low, broken groan and comes in hot spurts over Adam's chest, a few drops hitting his throat. It's the visual combined with the way Kris's body clamps around him, squeezing and releasing, that pushes Adam over the edge. He comes inside Kris with a shout, head thrown back as Kris continues to rock back into him, riding it out until the pleasure tips over into a raw, tender ache.
He grips Kris's hips tightly and Kris stops, rising to his knees with a little difficulty, swaying a little when Adam's cock slides free. Adam catches his shoulder and pulls him down gently, laying him on his side and tucking him close.
"Love you," Kris says quietly, his voice quavering just a little.
"Love you too." Adam presses his lips to Kris's hair before he gets up slowly, padding to the bathroom for a warm, damp washtowel. Kris is already mostly asleep as Adam wipes him off tenderly, eyes fluttering when Adam places a line of kisses down his shoulder. Adam crawls back under the covers as the sun finally rises up past the hills. They don't have anything on the calendar until dinnertime today, and Adam plans on spending most of the day right here, Kris breathing heavy and calm against his chest.
In the meantime, I had promised a porny epilogue, and it was stuck in my head, and yeats says JUST POST IT OMG, so here you go. This is a thank you to the whole AI fandom who have been so fucking supportive of my first fic that I am totally overwhelmed, no lie.
then we'll throw it on the fire
Adam/Kris
NC-17, 1600 words
Basically this is a PWP, set a while after take this sinking ship. You don't have to have read it for this to make sense, honestly. IT'S PWP. (Title from David Bowie's Kooks, with thanks to yeats.)
It's barely light out when Adam opens his eyes with a rush of thatyesplease running through his veins, the time of day that's the beginning for some people, but still the middle of the night for Adam and Kris. But Kris still has streaks of morning person in him that years of night living haven't quite erased, and he seems to be very much awake now, hands slipping restlessly over Adam's thighs, mouth hot and insistent on his cock. Waking up to blowjobs is rare enough, but even if Adam woke up like this every day, it would never get old, not with the way Kris winks up at him when he sees that Adam's eyes are open. Kris's hair is spiky and wild, soft under Adam's fingers when they slide through it, urging him closer, deeper. It's been almost a year, and Adam's still grateful every time Kris looks at him with this spark in his eyes, every time he laughs when Adam pulls him into his lap. The feeling he gets when Kris moans around his cock is something that transcends grateful, something warm and heavy, like his chest is being cracked open, his heart excited enough to try and beat its way out of his ribcage.
He's used to slow, sleepy blowjobs in the morning (only on days when they have nothing until afternoon; neither one of them wants to move much after), but this is different, wet and sloppy, just this side of frantic. Adam tugs a little on the hair at the nape of Kris's neck and Kris makes a guttural, needy sound. "Kris, fuck," Adam manages when Kris presses his thumb behind Adam's balls. He's already way harder than he has a right to be this early in the day, and he wants to savor this, slow it down. "Whoa, whoa," he says softly.
Kris pulls off his cock with a wet sound, hands still stroking him. "Adam," he pants, his voice reed thin, forehead pressed to Adam's hip. "Fuck, I want... need it," he whines, and Adam pushes up on his elbows, jostles Kris in the side with his knee. Kris inhales sharply. Wow, okay, Adam thinks, because Kris is only this inarticulate when he's almost at the edge. Problem is, with Kris's hand still jerking him off hot and slick and fast, Adam's closing in on it himself.
"Okay, just," Adam says, laughing a little, breathless, and reaching down to still Kris's hand. "I need a second, seriously." If he doesn't get one damn second where Kris isn't touching him, this is all going to be over really fucking fast. But Kris actually growls into his skin, head dropping forward and rolling on his thigh, and Adam can feel that he's shaking a little. "Kris," he says worried, and Kris is pushing on his hands and knees, crawling awkwardly up Adam's body, mouth pressing hot against him, not kissing, just sliding over skin. Adam's whole body is thrumming, and Kris is bowstring taut above him. He noses at Adam's throat.
"Fuck me, please," he whispers and when he looks up, his pupils are blown, eyes inky black and pleading.
"I will, shhh," Adam says, hands smoothing down Kris's sides, trying to bring him down just a fraction from where he is, to get him to a point where Adam can open him up, take his time. Adam wouldn't have thought he would ever have the patience for this; he's the kind of boy who would encourage a quick, dry fuck in a public bathroom, skin sticking to skin. But Kris never got the concept of pleasure in pain. They tried a few times, when Kris was practically begging like he is now, and neither of them wanted to wait. But Adam didn't love it because Kris didn't, and they stopped trying months ago. Adam gets off on Kris getting off, and Kris gets off on slow, lazy fucks, right to the edge and back again. Adam pushes lightly at Kris's chest, trying to hint that he wants Kris on his back, but Kris shakes his head, fingers tightening around Adam's shoulders.
"Now, come on," Kris says, and rocks back against Adam's cock. His hips keep moving in these tiny circles that are driving Adam a little insane.
"Kris," Adam hisses, and Kris cracks a smile.
"Come on," he says again, low and teasing, "I'm ready, let's go."
Adam blinks up at him, and Kris shivers as Adam traces his fingers down his spine, feeling the slick of lube at the curve of Kris's ass. "What did you--" Adam starts, but then his fingers brush smooth silicone and Kris bucks a little above him. "Holy shit."
"Didn't want to wake you," Kris says, shaky but grinning, a blush blooming high on his cheeks.
"So you decided to crack open the sex toys?" Adam says with a disbelieving shake of his head. His fingers won't stop tracing around the edge of silicone, and Adam is pretty damn sure it's a butt plug he picked up in his 'let's see what Kris's kinks are' phase. This... wasn't one of them.
"Time saver," Kris says, and his elbows shake when Adam presses the plug in, just a fraction.
"How long?" Adam murmurs, and Kris blinks his eyes open.
"Not too long. Bathroom." Adam can picture him in there, hands slick with lube, one foot on the edge of the tub as he worked himself open, door closed to keep Adam from hearing any little noises he made. It's the hottest fucking mental image he's had in... possibly ever.
"Fuck, Kristopher," he breaths, grinning like moron, and Kris leans down to kiss him.
"You gonna fuck me now, or what?" he asks, so close the words vibrate off Adam's lips, and Adam grabs Kris's ass in both hands and squeezes tight, swallowing Kris's whimpers as he uses his thumb to press the plug in as far as it will go before twisting a fraction and pulling it out slow, slow, slow. Kris is shaking above him, and Adam worries he won't be able to stay upright, but the second the plug is gone, Kris leans back on his heels and reaches around with one still-slick hand, guiding Adam's cock inside him with a few rocks of his hips, a few hitched breaths.
Kris drops his chin to his chest, his hands splayed flat on Adam's torso, and Adam thrusts his hips up experimentally. It's an easy slide, Kris's body just opening around him, and Adam gets up on one elbow and pushes a hand through Kris's hair, yanks hard enough to pull Kris's head back. He bites sharply at the tendons of his neck and Kris twists a little in his grasp. "Yeah, Adam," Kris manages, throat working hard to swallow, nails digging into Adam's shoulders. "Harder, come on."
Adam lets go, loses himself in the rhythm of his body slamming hard into Kris, the slick sounds almost overpowering the harsh, panting breaths they're both taking. His body is tingling, and he has to remind himself that fifteen minutes ago, he was sound asleep, and Kris was in their bathroom, already hard, opening himself up for this. He lays back against the pillows and grips Kris's hips in both hands.
"Touch yourself," he says, and Kris looks up at him through damp lashes, a drop of sweat sliding down his temple.
"Like this?" he asks, almost coy, and wraps his fist around his cock, stroking from base to crown, teeth biting at his lower lip. Adam would accuse him of showing off, but his eyes flutter so convincingly at the touch that he remembers this is just Kris, getting lost in the feeling of them, not thinking about what angles look good, or what words might make Adam's rhythm stutter in surprise. He just rides the edge, pulling Adam along with him, and Adam ends up surprised most of the time anyway.
"So fucking gorgeous," Adam murmurs, mostly to himself, as Kris jerks himself off in time with Adam's quick, hard thrusts. He moans a little on every upstroke and Adam knows he's close, knows he's hitting the right spot by the way Kris's shoulders hunch, his arms tremble. "That's it, come on baby," he says roughly and Kris lets out a low, broken groan and comes in hot spurts over Adam's chest, a few drops hitting his throat. It's the visual combined with the way Kris's body clamps around him, squeezing and releasing, that pushes Adam over the edge. He comes inside Kris with a shout, head thrown back as Kris continues to rock back into him, riding it out until the pleasure tips over into a raw, tender ache.
He grips Kris's hips tightly and Kris stops, rising to his knees with a little difficulty, swaying a little when Adam's cock slides free. Adam catches his shoulder and pulls him down gently, laying him on his side and tucking him close.
"Love you," Kris says quietly, his voice quavering just a little.
"Love you too." Adam presses his lips to Kris's hair before he gets up slowly, padding to the bathroom for a warm, damp washtowel. Kris is already mostly asleep as Adam wipes him off tenderly, eyes fluttering when Adam places a line of kisses down his shoulder. Adam crawls back under the covers as the sun finally rises up past the hills. They don't have anything on the calendar until dinnertime today, and Adam plans on spending most of the day right here, Kris breathing heavy and calm against his chest.