(Falling All Over You) Moving Pictures - Kradam - NC17
Title: Moving Pictures
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 5
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb. ♥
Word Count: ~3,000
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Warnings: Public Sex
Summary: They go to the movies. Sex happens.
Notes: Falling All Over You is a 'verse of AU ficlets where Kris and Adam bump into each other and have sex (in public places, no less). All parts can be read as stand-alones, but there is a bigger picture. :D Also this is now for sparkysparky who won my services in the help_haiti auction. :D:D
Bumpy Ride | Spilled Coffee | Crowded Club | More Music |NEW: Moving Pictures
Kris doesn't like Sundays. More often than not he spends them catching up on work and placing his weekly phone call to his mother. Part of it, he thinks, is the guilt every good boy feels when he moves away from home, and part of it is the guilt every good Christian boy feels when he stops going to church.
He doesn't regret either of those things, not really. Moving to LA, chasing what was probably a pipe dream to begin with, has given him space to become his own person even if that person isn't a rockstar, and he quit going to church not because he no longer believes in God, but because he no longer believes in church. He knows there are tons of gay-friendly churches in LA, but he doesn't need someone else to tell him what God's all about. He knows who God is to him and that's enough.
Cale still goes to church and he usually calls Kris afterwards to tell him about the service. Kris doesn't mind, he knows Cale isn't trying to guilt-trip him. Cale just wants to share his own experience the way they've been sharing everything since third grade. Theirs is an unusual friendship, but Kris quite likes it that way.
He had a huge crush on Cale through most of high school and he thought for sure that his confession over too many bottles of beer during their senior year would put an end to their friendship, but it didn't. Cale just took it in stride, managing to say exactly the right things without ever giving Kris hope that would never be fulfilled. It's one of Kris's fondest memories and that kind of says a lot since it was also the first time he was really truly heartbroken.
Kris has been heartbroken many times since then, but never to the same extent. He doesn't fall in love easily and when he does, it kind of sneaks up on him. He's not the type to sit down and analyze his feelings, more often than not he doesn't realize it until the words are worming themselves out of his mouth. Not that he's said it many times, two to be exact, and both those relationships played out their course without ever becoming serious.
Kris's love life is really kind of sad and now he's put it on hold indefinitely for random hook-ups with Adam, who is still, despite the amount of sex they've had, not a lot more fleshed out than Kris's first impression of tall, dark stranger. This doesn't stop him from telling his mother about Adam (leaving out all the parts where they have sex), and despite the fact that she can probably read the part about the sex between the lines, she thinks it's terribly romantic. Kris really loves his mom.
After finishing his phone call and grading the few quizzes still in his to-do pile, Kris decides to reward himself with a movie. He makes a few calls, trying to lure his friends into coming, but they're all losers with significant others (except Matt, but he's got Anoop and most of the time it's really impossible to tell the difference) so in the end he takes himself. He likes to catch the early morning shows of the R rated movies, because it means he'll have the theater more or less to himself. He feels a little bad for the business, but it's just so nice not to be surrounded by people on all sides.
The last person Kris expects to see outside the theater is Adam, but there he is, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. Even from a distance Kris can tell Adam's upset, and the way every fiber of his being screams go to him makes him stop dead in his tracks just staring at Adam's dejected form. Kris isn't surprised when Adam lifts his head looking around, anyone would be able to feel the intensity of his stare, but he is surprised by the sudden startling smile on Adam's face when he spots him.
It makes him move again, drawn towards Adam's smile like a moth to flame, and the sudden rush of want, want, want when Adam gets up to meet him makes his head spin. They hug, too long and too tight, like they're old friends. Kris face-plants into Adam's chest and Adam's fingers knot into the back of his shirt, holding him tight.
"Hey," Adam says against his ear and Kris repeats the sentiment into Adam's shirt. It should be ridiculous, but that's not what it feels like at all. They haven't seen each other for a week and a half and Kris doesn't ever want to let go.
He does pull back, eventually, to look up into Adam's face. Adam looks tired and his eyes are bloodshot and sunken, but he's still smiling.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, as if Kris moving around in his immediate neighborhood is a rare occurrence.
"Going to the movies," Kris says, with a shrug, not quite ready to let go of the embrace. It's getting obvious he's in way over his head and he wonders how he didn't even notice until now.
"Oh." Adam's eyes darts around quickly, as if he's expecting to find a date hovering behind Kris's back. "Alone?"
"Yeah." Kris smiles a little. "My friends are all losers. Obviously."
Adam laughs, letting his hands fall from Kris's back and Kris steps backwards balling his hands into fists at his sides to keep from reaching out again. He's half-hard just from having Adam in his vicinity and he hopes it's not as obvious as it feels.
"Can I come?" Adam asks. "I'm probably going to fall asleep as soon as the lights go out, but I don’t really feel like going home right now."
He doesn't elaborate, but Kris notices the way he worries at his lower lip with his teeth and it's easy to tell that's it's not the first time, the skin looking raw and swollen.
"Yeah, of course," he says, trying to push down his sudden elation. It's not a date, no matter how much his heart wants it to be.
*
Adam insists on paying for the movie, and for the refreshments, and Kris's stupid heart just won't stop tripping with giddy glee. It doesn't even matter that true to his word Adam does fall asleep five minutes into the commercials with his head pillowed on Kris's shoulder and one hand wrapped around Kris's thigh, because his presence is enough to make it awesome.
They're alone in the back row -- the only other people in the theater are a teenage couple sitting up front and Kris feels as if they have the world to themselves. It's probably a good thing Adam fell asleep because Kris's grin is absolutely ridiculous.
Adam wakes up with a start half-way into the movie, fishing his phone out of his pocket. It's blinking in the darkness and Adam looks at it only for a second before hitting answer and sliding out of his seat. Kris watches him go with a tight feeling at the pit of his stomach -- what little he was able to catch of Adam's facial expression was enough to make him worry. He thinks about going after him, but forces himself to stay put.
Adam comes back after five minutes, but those five minutes were more than enough to make Kris lose track of whatever is happening on the screen. It's hard to read Adam's face in the spotty light, but he doesn't look happy. He sinks down into his seat and his hand finds its spot on Kris's thigh again, but he doesn't look as if he's about to go back to sleep. His face is deathly pale in the light coming off the screen and his mouth is set into a tight line. He looks as if he’s got things on his mind he’d rather not be thinking about.
Kris licks his lips with about ten million questions at the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't voice any of them. Instead he puts his hand on top of Adam's and tries to get back into the movie. After awhile Adam relaxes beside him, knee knocking against Kris's as he slides down into his seat and steals a handful of popcorn out of the bucket balanced on Kris's lap.
"Sorry," he whispers. "I had to take that call."
"It's okay," Kris responds, glancing at him.
He turns his attention back to the movie, but the plot gets harder to follow when Adam starts to scratch his fingers against Kris's jeans. It's just the slightest hint of a movement, knuckles shifting against Kris's palm, but it's enough to make Kris hard, cock pushing at the zipper of his jeans. Before he met Adam, Kris never considered himself an overly sexual kind of person, but he's reevaluating that opinion now. Maybe it's just that he never knew really good sex before he met Adam.
After awhile the insistent throb of Kris's cock gets the better of what remains of his modesty and he sets the popcorn bucket aside, sliding down in his seat enough to give Adam free reign of his crotch if he wants it. Adam immediately slides his hand up to cover Kris's crotch, as if he was just waiting for permission, but when Kris glances at him, Adam's staring at the screen as if the movie has him spellbound.
Adam starts rubbing his hand over Kris's trapped cock, making Kris bite down on a groan, hips twitching against Adam's hand. It's like exquisite torture, so good, but not even on the same planet as enough. Adam doesn't seem inclined to make more of it though, keeping up a subtle solid rhythm of squeeze and release without increasing the pressure or the pace.
Kris tries to keep it together, staring at the movie screen with flushed cheeks and his lip caught between his teeth, but it's so very difficult to focus when he's leaking precome into his boxers and his cock's straining to break the zipper of his jeans. His breath comes in short, sharp pants and he's about ready to beg Adam for more.
Adam shifts beside him, hooking one leg over Kris's and sliding his free arm across Kris's shoulders, so that he's all but lying on his side while still sitting up.
"You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now," Adam rumbles, low and intimate against Kris's ear. "You'd let me do anything."
"Yesss," Kris hisses. The weight of Adam's leg forces his thighs wider apart and his muscles burn pleasantly with the strain.
"You'd slide onto my cock and ride me hard if I asked you to," Adam murmurs, flexing his fingers. "Or maybe just sit on it, letting it fill you up while my fingers on your cock drive you insane."
The image is so hot Kris shudders all over and he realizes they could do it. Right here, right now, and no one would be the wiser. The only other couple in the theater is having their own fun, sharing their time between necking and actually watching the movie. They haven't looked around even once and even if they did what would they see? Nothing but Kris on Adam's lap -- the chairs would cover the rest.
"Let's do it," Kris whispers hoarsely. Just saying it out loud gives him a thrill that shivers along his spine.
"Are you serious?" Adam asks, sounding turned on, awed and scared at the same time.
Kris turns his head to face him, lifting his hips into Adam's hand. "Yes," he says.
It turns into a flurry of movement after that with Adam laughing softly at Kris producing the necessary supplies from his bag as if he knows Kris started carrying those around after his second meeting with Adam. His laughter dies though when Kris gives him the condom and keeps the lube for himself, wriggling his pants down just enough to prepare himself quickly.
Kris has never been the type to need a lot of prepping, he's really good at making himself relax for it, but Adam's big and no matter how much Kris wants it, it would hurt if he didn't slick himself up. He watches as Adam opens up his pants and slides down further in his seat, his cock huge and hard against his stomach. Kris almost comes on his own fingers with how much he wants it, so he quickly slips them out and wipes them off on a napkin.
Adam slides the condom on and Kris hands him the lube, eyes trained on the couple of front, but they still seem completely oblivious and when Adam tugs on his elbow, Kris slides over to straddle Adam's thighs. He lifts himself up and Adam scoots down and suddenly Adam's cock is right there, pushing at his opening. Kris bites down on his lip, hard, and sits back, taking Adam inside with one long torturous slide.
"Fuck," Adam hisses against his ear, fingers tight on Kris's hips.
Kris bites down on a moan, he feels completely fucked up with his thighs spread over Adam's and Adam's cock burning within him. His jeans are digging into the tops of his thighs, trying to keep his legs from spreading wider and he leans back against Adam's chest, letting his head loll against Adam's shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Adam asks, voice tight. "That was too fast."
"Good," Kris murmurs back, his chest heaving. How can Adam not realize how fucking hot this has him?
Adam slides his arms around Kris's waist, one hand sliding in under Kris's shirt to toy with his nipples, while the other curls lightly around Kris's cock. Kris clamps his mouth shut against a moan, but it still rumbles in his throat, making him turn his face to hide it against Adam's neck. Kris doesn't have a lot of leverage to move, but it doesn't matter, Adam's buried so deeply within him even the slightest rocking of his hips makes sparks go off everywhere.
It takes a few tries, but they manage to find a good rhythm that will get them both off in no time without disturbing the front row couple. Kris's turned on way beyond caring about anything and if it weren’t for Adam clamping a hand over his mouth, he's pretty sure he would have been screaming towards the roof. The initial burn fades after just a few short strokes and then it's nothing but amazing, rendering Kris a boneless shivering mess.
Adam's long fingers toy with his cock, just as Adam promised, smearing the rich amounts of precome up and down the shaft and rubbing into the head, while his hips keep up their barely-there rocking. Adam breathes a running commentary against Kris's ear when he's not stealing open mouthed kisses from Kris's slack lips.
"So hot," he breathes. "So amazing. You feel so fucking good. I wish I could see you, spread you out on a bed and lick you inside out."
Kris keens low in his throat and Adam's hand comes back to cover his mouth.
"Are you close baby?" Adam murmurs hoarsely. "You gonna come?"
Kris doesn't even know. He's so caught up in how good it feels that it's almost as if he's already coming, over and over and over. Adam steals another kiss, fingers lingering against Kris's cheek.
"You gonna give me a warning baby, so I can keep you quiet? Or is everyone going to hear?"
Kris moans, low and guttural, and Adam covers his mouth again.
"Yeah, baby," he whispers breathlessly. "Yeah, that's it. Come for me, let me feel it."
Adam tightens his hand around Kris's dick, stripping him hard and fast and just like that Kris's coming, spilling all over Adam's hand and the front of his own shirt. It feels so amazing he would have been screaming if Adam's hand didn't muffle the sounds. Adam's rubbing up inside him, hitting all the right spots and he arches his back feeling as if he's coming all over again, his entire body shuddering with it.
Adam thrusts up hard a few more times, then he buries his teeth in Kris's shoulder, shuddering hard against his back. Kris can almost feel Adam's dick pulsing with it and it's enough to make his own cock twitch in Adam's hand, over-sensitized and spent but so damn willing. His shoulder hurts but Adam didn't bite as much as he pushed his mouth into Kris's flesh and Kris doesn't think it'll even leave a bruise.
"Fuck," Adam whispers against his ear. "That was intense."
Kris can't even muster enough of a thought process to answer and if it weren’t for Adam's hands gently guiding him he would never be able to slip off Adam's cock and get his pants up. When Adam lets him go he collapses back into his own seat, doing his best to roll over on his side and cuddle up to Adam.
Adam's just done with disposing of the condom (in the popcorn bucket) and pulling his pants up, so he simply pulls Kris back onto his lap, letting him cuddle. Kris thinks it's eerily like heaven, hiding his face against Adam's neck and tucking his knees up against Adam's chest. Adam holds him close, with his head tilted back against the wall and his eyes closed, chest rising and falling against Kris's side. For a glorious moment it's almost like this is real, they are real, and Kris doesn't ever want to let it go.
The End. (Still doesn't mean the end, btw.)
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Continued: Wanting More
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 5
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb. ♥
Word Count: ~3,000
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Warnings: Public Sex
Summary: They go to the movies. Sex happens.
Notes: Falling All Over You is a 'verse of AU ficlets where Kris and Adam bump into each other and have sex (in public places, no less). All parts can be read as stand-alones, but there is a bigger picture. :D Also this is now for sparkysparky who won my services in the help_haiti auction. :D:D
Bumpy Ride | Spilled Coffee | Crowded Club | More Music |NEW: Moving Pictures
Kris doesn't like Sundays. More often than not he spends them catching up on work and placing his weekly phone call to his mother. Part of it, he thinks, is the guilt every good boy feels when he moves away from home, and part of it is the guilt every good Christian boy feels when he stops going to church.
He doesn't regret either of those things, not really. Moving to LA, chasing what was probably a pipe dream to begin with, has given him space to become his own person even if that person isn't a rockstar, and he quit going to church not because he no longer believes in God, but because he no longer believes in church. He knows there are tons of gay-friendly churches in LA, but he doesn't need someone else to tell him what God's all about. He knows who God is to him and that's enough.
Cale still goes to church and he usually calls Kris afterwards to tell him about the service. Kris doesn't mind, he knows Cale isn't trying to guilt-trip him. Cale just wants to share his own experience the way they've been sharing everything since third grade. Theirs is an unusual friendship, but Kris quite likes it that way.
He had a huge crush on Cale through most of high school and he thought for sure that his confession over too many bottles of beer during their senior year would put an end to their friendship, but it didn't. Cale just took it in stride, managing to say exactly the right things without ever giving Kris hope that would never be fulfilled. It's one of Kris's fondest memories and that kind of says a lot since it was also the first time he was really truly heartbroken.
Kris has been heartbroken many times since then, but never to the same extent. He doesn't fall in love easily and when he does, it kind of sneaks up on him. He's not the type to sit down and analyze his feelings, more often than not he doesn't realize it until the words are worming themselves out of his mouth. Not that he's said it many times, two to be exact, and both those relationships played out their course without ever becoming serious.
Kris's love life is really kind of sad and now he's put it on hold indefinitely for random hook-ups with Adam, who is still, despite the amount of sex they've had, not a lot more fleshed out than Kris's first impression of tall, dark stranger. This doesn't stop him from telling his mother about Adam (leaving out all the parts where they have sex), and despite the fact that she can probably read the part about the sex between the lines, she thinks it's terribly romantic. Kris really loves his mom.
After finishing his phone call and grading the few quizzes still in his to-do pile, Kris decides to reward himself with a movie. He makes a few calls, trying to lure his friends into coming, but they're all losers with significant others (except Matt, but he's got Anoop and most of the time it's really impossible to tell the difference) so in the end he takes himself. He likes to catch the early morning shows of the R rated movies, because it means he'll have the theater more or less to himself. He feels a little bad for the business, but it's just so nice not to be surrounded by people on all sides.
The last person Kris expects to see outside the theater is Adam, but there he is, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. Even from a distance Kris can tell Adam's upset, and the way every fiber of his being screams go to him makes him stop dead in his tracks just staring at Adam's dejected form. Kris isn't surprised when Adam lifts his head looking around, anyone would be able to feel the intensity of his stare, but he is surprised by the sudden startling smile on Adam's face when he spots him.
It makes him move again, drawn towards Adam's smile like a moth to flame, and the sudden rush of want, want, want when Adam gets up to meet him makes his head spin. They hug, too long and too tight, like they're old friends. Kris face-plants into Adam's chest and Adam's fingers knot into the back of his shirt, holding him tight.
"Hey," Adam says against his ear and Kris repeats the sentiment into Adam's shirt. It should be ridiculous, but that's not what it feels like at all. They haven't seen each other for a week and a half and Kris doesn't ever want to let go.
He does pull back, eventually, to look up into Adam's face. Adam looks tired and his eyes are bloodshot and sunken, but he's still smiling.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, as if Kris moving around in his immediate neighborhood is a rare occurrence.
"Going to the movies," Kris says, with a shrug, not quite ready to let go of the embrace. It's getting obvious he's in way over his head and he wonders how he didn't even notice until now.
"Oh." Adam's eyes darts around quickly, as if he's expecting to find a date hovering behind Kris's back. "Alone?"
"Yeah." Kris smiles a little. "My friends are all losers. Obviously."
Adam laughs, letting his hands fall from Kris's back and Kris steps backwards balling his hands into fists at his sides to keep from reaching out again. He's half-hard just from having Adam in his vicinity and he hopes it's not as obvious as it feels.
"Can I come?" Adam asks. "I'm probably going to fall asleep as soon as the lights go out, but I don’t really feel like going home right now."
He doesn't elaborate, but Kris notices the way he worries at his lower lip with his teeth and it's easy to tell that's it's not the first time, the skin looking raw and swollen.
"Yeah, of course," he says, trying to push down his sudden elation. It's not a date, no matter how much his heart wants it to be.
*
Adam insists on paying for the movie, and for the refreshments, and Kris's stupid heart just won't stop tripping with giddy glee. It doesn't even matter that true to his word Adam does fall asleep five minutes into the commercials with his head pillowed on Kris's shoulder and one hand wrapped around Kris's thigh, because his presence is enough to make it awesome.
They're alone in the back row -- the only other people in the theater are a teenage couple sitting up front and Kris feels as if they have the world to themselves. It's probably a good thing Adam fell asleep because Kris's grin is absolutely ridiculous.
Adam wakes up with a start half-way into the movie, fishing his phone out of his pocket. It's blinking in the darkness and Adam looks at it only for a second before hitting answer and sliding out of his seat. Kris watches him go with a tight feeling at the pit of his stomach -- what little he was able to catch of Adam's facial expression was enough to make him worry. He thinks about going after him, but forces himself to stay put.
Adam comes back after five minutes, but those five minutes were more than enough to make Kris lose track of whatever is happening on the screen. It's hard to read Adam's face in the spotty light, but he doesn't look happy. He sinks down into his seat and his hand finds its spot on Kris's thigh again, but he doesn't look as if he's about to go back to sleep. His face is deathly pale in the light coming off the screen and his mouth is set into a tight line. He looks as if he’s got things on his mind he’d rather not be thinking about.
Kris licks his lips with about ten million questions at the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't voice any of them. Instead he puts his hand on top of Adam's and tries to get back into the movie. After awhile Adam relaxes beside him, knee knocking against Kris's as he slides down into his seat and steals a handful of popcorn out of the bucket balanced on Kris's lap.
"Sorry," he whispers. "I had to take that call."
"It's okay," Kris responds, glancing at him.
He turns his attention back to the movie, but the plot gets harder to follow when Adam starts to scratch his fingers against Kris's jeans. It's just the slightest hint of a movement, knuckles shifting against Kris's palm, but it's enough to make Kris hard, cock pushing at the zipper of his jeans. Before he met Adam, Kris never considered himself an overly sexual kind of person, but he's reevaluating that opinion now. Maybe it's just that he never knew really good sex before he met Adam.
After awhile the insistent throb of Kris's cock gets the better of what remains of his modesty and he sets the popcorn bucket aside, sliding down in his seat enough to give Adam free reign of his crotch if he wants it. Adam immediately slides his hand up to cover Kris's crotch, as if he was just waiting for permission, but when Kris glances at him, Adam's staring at the screen as if the movie has him spellbound.
Adam starts rubbing his hand over Kris's trapped cock, making Kris bite down on a groan, hips twitching against Adam's hand. It's like exquisite torture, so good, but not even on the same planet as enough. Adam doesn't seem inclined to make more of it though, keeping up a subtle solid rhythm of squeeze and release without increasing the pressure or the pace.
Kris tries to keep it together, staring at the movie screen with flushed cheeks and his lip caught between his teeth, but it's so very difficult to focus when he's leaking precome into his boxers and his cock's straining to break the zipper of his jeans. His breath comes in short, sharp pants and he's about ready to beg Adam for more.
Adam shifts beside him, hooking one leg over Kris's and sliding his free arm across Kris's shoulders, so that he's all but lying on his side while still sitting up.
"You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now," Adam rumbles, low and intimate against Kris's ear. "You'd let me do anything."
"Yesss," Kris hisses. The weight of Adam's leg forces his thighs wider apart and his muscles burn pleasantly with the strain.
"You'd slide onto my cock and ride me hard if I asked you to," Adam murmurs, flexing his fingers. "Or maybe just sit on it, letting it fill you up while my fingers on your cock drive you insane."
The image is so hot Kris shudders all over and he realizes they could do it. Right here, right now, and no one would be the wiser. The only other couple in the theater is having their own fun, sharing their time between necking and actually watching the movie. They haven't looked around even once and even if they did what would they see? Nothing but Kris on Adam's lap -- the chairs would cover the rest.
"Let's do it," Kris whispers hoarsely. Just saying it out loud gives him a thrill that shivers along his spine.
"Are you serious?" Adam asks, sounding turned on, awed and scared at the same time.
Kris turns his head to face him, lifting his hips into Adam's hand. "Yes," he says.
It turns into a flurry of movement after that with Adam laughing softly at Kris producing the necessary supplies from his bag as if he knows Kris started carrying those around after his second meeting with Adam. His laughter dies though when Kris gives him the condom and keeps the lube for himself, wriggling his pants down just enough to prepare himself quickly.
Kris has never been the type to need a lot of prepping, he's really good at making himself relax for it, but Adam's big and no matter how much Kris wants it, it would hurt if he didn't slick himself up. He watches as Adam opens up his pants and slides down further in his seat, his cock huge and hard against his stomach. Kris almost comes on his own fingers with how much he wants it, so he quickly slips them out and wipes them off on a napkin.
Adam slides the condom on and Kris hands him the lube, eyes trained on the couple of front, but they still seem completely oblivious and when Adam tugs on his elbow, Kris slides over to straddle Adam's thighs. He lifts himself up and Adam scoots down and suddenly Adam's cock is right there, pushing at his opening. Kris bites down on his lip, hard, and sits back, taking Adam inside with one long torturous slide.
"Fuck," Adam hisses against his ear, fingers tight on Kris's hips.
Kris bites down on a moan, he feels completely fucked up with his thighs spread over Adam's and Adam's cock burning within him. His jeans are digging into the tops of his thighs, trying to keep his legs from spreading wider and he leans back against Adam's chest, letting his head loll against Adam's shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Adam asks, voice tight. "That was too fast."
"Good," Kris murmurs back, his chest heaving. How can Adam not realize how fucking hot this has him?
Adam slides his arms around Kris's waist, one hand sliding in under Kris's shirt to toy with his nipples, while the other curls lightly around Kris's cock. Kris clamps his mouth shut against a moan, but it still rumbles in his throat, making him turn his face to hide it against Adam's neck. Kris doesn't have a lot of leverage to move, but it doesn't matter, Adam's buried so deeply within him even the slightest rocking of his hips makes sparks go off everywhere.
It takes a few tries, but they manage to find a good rhythm that will get them both off in no time without disturbing the front row couple. Kris's turned on way beyond caring about anything and if it weren’t for Adam clamping a hand over his mouth, he's pretty sure he would have been screaming towards the roof. The initial burn fades after just a few short strokes and then it's nothing but amazing, rendering Kris a boneless shivering mess.
Adam's long fingers toy with his cock, just as Adam promised, smearing the rich amounts of precome up and down the shaft and rubbing into the head, while his hips keep up their barely-there rocking. Adam breathes a running commentary against Kris's ear when he's not stealing open mouthed kisses from Kris's slack lips.
"So hot," he breathes. "So amazing. You feel so fucking good. I wish I could see you, spread you out on a bed and lick you inside out."
Kris keens low in his throat and Adam's hand comes back to cover his mouth.
"Are you close baby?" Adam murmurs hoarsely. "You gonna come?"
Kris doesn't even know. He's so caught up in how good it feels that it's almost as if he's already coming, over and over and over. Adam steals another kiss, fingers lingering against Kris's cheek.
"You gonna give me a warning baby, so I can keep you quiet? Or is everyone going to hear?"
Kris moans, low and guttural, and Adam covers his mouth again.
"Yeah, baby," he whispers breathlessly. "Yeah, that's it. Come for me, let me feel it."
Adam tightens his hand around Kris's dick, stripping him hard and fast and just like that Kris's coming, spilling all over Adam's hand and the front of his own shirt. It feels so amazing he would have been screaming if Adam's hand didn't muffle the sounds. Adam's rubbing up inside him, hitting all the right spots and he arches his back feeling as if he's coming all over again, his entire body shuddering with it.
Adam thrusts up hard a few more times, then he buries his teeth in Kris's shoulder, shuddering hard against his back. Kris can almost feel Adam's dick pulsing with it and it's enough to make his own cock twitch in Adam's hand, over-sensitized and spent but so damn willing. His shoulder hurts but Adam didn't bite as much as he pushed his mouth into Kris's flesh and Kris doesn't think it'll even leave a bruise.
"Fuck," Adam whispers against his ear. "That was intense."
Kris can't even muster enough of a thought process to answer and if it weren’t for Adam's hands gently guiding him he would never be able to slip off Adam's cock and get his pants up. When Adam lets him go he collapses back into his own seat, doing his best to roll over on his side and cuddle up to Adam.
Adam's just done with disposing of the condom (in the popcorn bucket) and pulling his pants up, so he simply pulls Kris back onto his lap, letting him cuddle. Kris thinks it's eerily like heaven, hiding his face against Adam's neck and tucking his knees up against Adam's chest. Adam holds him close, with his head tilted back against the wall and his eyes closed, chest rising and falling against Kris's side. For a glorious moment it's almost like this is real, they are real, and Kris doesn't ever want to let it go.
The End. (Still doesn't mean the end, btw.)
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Continued: Wanting More