(Falling All Over You) Bumpy Ride - Kradam - NC17
Title: Bumpy Ride
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 1
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: 976
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb, for being fast, thorough and educational. (Though I'm afraid I will never learn the rules that govern third person singular verbs.) ♥
Summary: Kris hates the rush hour train with a passion but a certain tall dark stranger makes it worth his while. In more ways than one.
Notes: Originally posted at aianonlovefest. It's the same fic but with fewer mistakes. :) Reposted to my journal because it's now officially part of its own 'verse called Falling All Over You (for no discernable reason). All parts may be read as stand-alones (unless you care more about the big picture than porn, because in that case you might be out of luck).
Kris hates the rush hour train with a passion - it's cramped, loud, smelly and stupid. Yet he finds himself on it every other day because, well, TDS (Tall Dark Stranger) takes that train, and looking at him while pretending to not look at him puts a silver lining to Kris's otherwise boring and tedious days.
Except that today Kris is getting to do a whole lot more than look at the guy and it became horrifically embarrassing about ten minutes ago. The train is full to overflowing and Kris is pressed up against strangers on all sides, clinging to the handle above his head with all his might as the train rocks and creaks through a track shift. Tall Dark Stranger is plastered all along Kris's front, and every time the train jumps Kris face-plants into the guy's chest no matter how desperately he tries to keep his balance.
The train does another lurch, the lights flickering with it, and this time Kris's sweaty fingers slip from the handle and he flails trying to keep his balance, catching himself once again against the stranger's chest.
"Sorry," he mumbles, blushing miserably.
"It's okay," TDS murmurs. "Here, like this."
Before he knows it, Kris is once again plastered along the stranger’s front, this time half-straddling his thigh, with one of TDS’s hands placed securely at the small of his back.
"Better," the stranger says sounding pleased and Kris agrees for all of five seconds. Then the train starts to rock again and the thigh between his legs rubs up against him and oh.
He starts to struggle to get away, even if there's nowhere to go, but then the stranger shifts again and double oh.
"Nice and easy," the stranger murmurs, barely moving his lips. "Just go with it."
Kris sucks in a breath and lets himself relax, darting glances around to see if anyone noticed their little interaction, but everyone seems to be minding their own business, oblivious to Kris's predicament. He lets his eyes slip shut, biting down on his lower lip as the steady rocking of the train makes TDS's thigh rub against his rapidly swelling cock.
Three stations later Kris is all about done for - he's pretty sure the ride has never been this bumpy, or this long. His breath is coming in short, barely there, pants and he's clenching and unclenching his fingers into TDS's shirt. Every time the malfunctioning lights flicker off, the stranger slips his fingers down the back of Kris's pants caressing the very top of his crack, and Kris has never been this close to coming while fully clothed before.
"I don't even know your name," Kris murmurs, hiding his flaming face against the stranger's shirt. He's way beyond shameless by now, hips twitching against TDS's thigh on their own volition.
"Adam," the stranger answers, voice soft. "It's Adam."
The lights flicker off again and Kris gasps when Adam's fingers worms down the back of his pants for a moment, pulling up just as they come back on.
"I'm Kris," he hisses, determined to get the introductions done, at least, before he comes all over Adam's leg.
The train comes to a sudden clonking stop and the lights flicker off again. A cry of dismay rises up through the car, but Kris couldn't care less, taking the opportunity to press up closer to Adam in the darkness, his lips finding the tight nub of one of Adam's nipples through his t-shirt.
Adam sucks in a breath, reaching down to grab Kris's ass, pulling him closer. Kris can feel the hard line of Adam's dick against his hip and the darkness makes him bold enough to rub up against it with intent, making Adam shudder against him. The speakers crackle to life and a metallic voice gives a message Kris can for the life of him not make out over the thud of his own pulse thundering in his ears.
Adam must have heard it though, because suddenly his other hand slips down to grasp Kris's hair, tilting his head back for a hungry kiss and it's better than anything Kris has ever experienced. He's well aware that people can probably see them by now, their eyes adjusted to the dark, but he can't bring himself to care.
His hips twitch against Adam's thigh and just like that he's coming, his choked moan lost against Adam's lips. Adam's fingers tighten in his hair and his hips push hard against Kris twice then he's shuddering, panting harshly into Kris's mouth.
Adam straightens up, suddenly letting go of Kris's hair, and seconds later the light comes on and the train shudders to a start. Kris blinks, blinded by the sudden flood of light and looks around. No one seems to pay them any mind, except for one girl sitting by the window with earphones on her head. When Kris accidentally catches her eyes she winks and gives him a furtive thumbs up, making Kris blush and hide his face into Adam's shirt.
A metallic voice announces Kris's station and he finally looks up at Adam.
"This is my stop," he says, licking his lips nervously.
Adam's fingers tighten against the small of his back for a moment, then his lips stretch into a lazy smile. "Do you want it to be mine as well?" he asks.
Kris thinks about his claustrophobic one room apartment, the clothes strewn all over the floor, the unmade bed, and the pile of essays in his bag that need to be corrected before tomorrow.
"Yeah," he says. "I think I would like that very much."
He doesn't have to turn around to see if Adam's following him when he finally gets off, because Adam's got his fingers looped around Kris's wrist and it doesn't seem as if he's going to let go any time soon.
The End
Part 2: Spilled Coffee
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 1
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: 976
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb, for being fast, thorough and educational. (Though I'm afraid I will never learn the rules that govern third person singular verbs.) ♥
Summary: Kris hates the rush hour train with a passion but a certain tall dark stranger makes it worth his while. In more ways than one.
Notes: Originally posted at aianonlovefest. It's the same fic but with fewer mistakes. :) Reposted to my journal because it's now officially part of its own 'verse called Falling All Over You (for no discernable reason). All parts may be read as stand-alones (unless you care more about the big picture than porn, because in that case you might be out of luck).
Kris hates the rush hour train with a passion - it's cramped, loud, smelly and stupid. Yet he finds himself on it every other day because, well, TDS (Tall Dark Stranger) takes that train, and looking at him while pretending to not look at him puts a silver lining to Kris's otherwise boring and tedious days.
Except that today Kris is getting to do a whole lot more than look at the guy and it became horrifically embarrassing about ten minutes ago. The train is full to overflowing and Kris is pressed up against strangers on all sides, clinging to the handle above his head with all his might as the train rocks and creaks through a track shift. Tall Dark Stranger is plastered all along Kris's front, and every time the train jumps Kris face-plants into the guy's chest no matter how desperately he tries to keep his balance.
The train does another lurch, the lights flickering with it, and this time Kris's sweaty fingers slip from the handle and he flails trying to keep his balance, catching himself once again against the stranger's chest.
"Sorry," he mumbles, blushing miserably.
"It's okay," TDS murmurs. "Here, like this."
Before he knows it, Kris is once again plastered along the stranger’s front, this time half-straddling his thigh, with one of TDS’s hands placed securely at the small of his back.
"Better," the stranger says sounding pleased and Kris agrees for all of five seconds. Then the train starts to rock again and the thigh between his legs rubs up against him and oh.
He starts to struggle to get away, even if there's nowhere to go, but then the stranger shifts again and double oh.
"Nice and easy," the stranger murmurs, barely moving his lips. "Just go with it."
Kris sucks in a breath and lets himself relax, darting glances around to see if anyone noticed their little interaction, but everyone seems to be minding their own business, oblivious to Kris's predicament. He lets his eyes slip shut, biting down on his lower lip as the steady rocking of the train makes TDS's thigh rub against his rapidly swelling cock.
Three stations later Kris is all about done for - he's pretty sure the ride has never been this bumpy, or this long. His breath is coming in short, barely there, pants and he's clenching and unclenching his fingers into TDS's shirt. Every time the malfunctioning lights flicker off, the stranger slips his fingers down the back of Kris's pants caressing the very top of his crack, and Kris has never been this close to coming while fully clothed before.
"I don't even know your name," Kris murmurs, hiding his flaming face against the stranger's shirt. He's way beyond shameless by now, hips twitching against TDS's thigh on their own volition.
"Adam," the stranger answers, voice soft. "It's Adam."
The lights flicker off again and Kris gasps when Adam's fingers worms down the back of his pants for a moment, pulling up just as they come back on.
"I'm Kris," he hisses, determined to get the introductions done, at least, before he comes all over Adam's leg.
The train comes to a sudden clonking stop and the lights flicker off again. A cry of dismay rises up through the car, but Kris couldn't care less, taking the opportunity to press up closer to Adam in the darkness, his lips finding the tight nub of one of Adam's nipples through his t-shirt.
Adam sucks in a breath, reaching down to grab Kris's ass, pulling him closer. Kris can feel the hard line of Adam's dick against his hip and the darkness makes him bold enough to rub up against it with intent, making Adam shudder against him. The speakers crackle to life and a metallic voice gives a message Kris can for the life of him not make out over the thud of his own pulse thundering in his ears.
Adam must have heard it though, because suddenly his other hand slips down to grasp Kris's hair, tilting his head back for a hungry kiss and it's better than anything Kris has ever experienced. He's well aware that people can probably see them by now, their eyes adjusted to the dark, but he can't bring himself to care.
His hips twitch against Adam's thigh and just like that he's coming, his choked moan lost against Adam's lips. Adam's fingers tighten in his hair and his hips push hard against Kris twice then he's shuddering, panting harshly into Kris's mouth.
Adam straightens up, suddenly letting go of Kris's hair, and seconds later the light comes on and the train shudders to a start. Kris blinks, blinded by the sudden flood of light and looks around. No one seems to pay them any mind, except for one girl sitting by the window with earphones on her head. When Kris accidentally catches her eyes she winks and gives him a furtive thumbs up, making Kris blush and hide his face into Adam's shirt.
A metallic voice announces Kris's station and he finally looks up at Adam.
"This is my stop," he says, licking his lips nervously.
Adam's fingers tighten against the small of his back for a moment, then his lips stretch into a lazy smile. "Do you want it to be mine as well?" he asks.
Kris thinks about his claustrophobic one room apartment, the clothes strewn all over the floor, the unmade bed, and the pile of essays in his bag that need to be corrected before tomorrow.
"Yeah," he says. "I think I would like that very much."
He doesn't have to turn around to see if Adam's following him when he finally gets off, because Adam's got his fingers looped around Kris's wrist and it doesn't seem as if he's going to let go any time soon.
The End
Part 2: Spilled Coffee