(Falling All Over You) After Hours - Kradam - NC17
Title: After Hours
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 7
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb. ♥
Word Count: ~3,900
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Warnings: Public Sex
Summary: Adam pays Kris a visit. They talk. They're interrupted. They have sex.
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
Extra Special Note: This is the last part of the main story arch. There will be a couple more parts to tie everything up nicely and put a bow on it, but if you've been waiting for it to be finished, this is it.
Bumpy Ride | Spilled Coffee | Crowded Club | More Music | Moving Pictures | Wanting More | NEW: After Hours
Kris thought it would be easier to break off a relationship that was never real compared to breaking up from a real relationship, but he was wrong. It doesn't matter that he’d only seen Adam once in a while, he’s still left a big empty space behind that Kris is at loss for how to fill. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d invested in the fact that somehow they would meet again.
If he had the choice he would spend all his time curled up on his bed listening to depressing music and eating unhealthy amounts of ice cream, but he doesn't have that choice. He has to be responsible and go to work and play at Henry's and see his friends. It's absolutely ridiculous to feel this way (which Kris knows without Cale, Andrew, Matt and even freaking Torres pointing out) but he can't help it.
Kris always thought he was fine -- with his life, with his job, without a boyfriend -- but he is starting to think he was wrong about that. He doesn't hate his life, but when he moved to LA he wanted more than to be a high school teacher. Kris has always been the type to sit back and wait for things to come to him. He's pretty sure that if Cale hadn't met a girl and moved to LA, he would have never left Arkansas no matter how much he was suffocating there.
Now that he’s taken back the reins in his love life, Kris thinks maybe it’s time to do that with the rest of his life. It's not like he has to quit his job and start playing on street corners to work on his image as a troubled musician, just writing music again would be a good start. For the first time in over a year there's music in his head, strands of lyrics and lonely chords trying to come together, and every night when he gets home from work he picks up his guitar and tries to make sense of them. It makes him feel better, even if every song turns out to be about Adam.
Kris doesn't really expect to see Adam again. It breaks his heart, but Adam made it pretty clear from the start that he didn't want more than they had, and even if Kris thinks it's stupid, he respects that. So when there's a knock on his office (hole-in-the-wall really) door after hours, the last person he expects to see when he opens it is Adam, but there he is looking amazing and nervous and happy all at once.
"Uh," Kris says, blinking rapidly. "Hi?"
Adam shuffles his feet and looks over Kris's shoulder as if he expects him to have company (not likely, most people actually leave when classes end for the day). "Hi," he says. "Can I… uhm… come in?"
"Yeah." Kris steps to the side to let Adam brush past him and closes the door behind them, leaning up against it. "What are you doing here?"
"Stalker? Remember?" Adam says with a grimace, slight flush visible under his foundation.
Kris chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, I remember."
It's weird to see Adam again, so many emotions fighting for the upper hand. Adam looks tired, and thinner than Kris remembers, his black t-shirt hanging on his narrow frame. It's only been three weeks, but it's pretty obvious they haven't been good weeks for Adam and it makes Kris's heart clench.
"I prepared a speech," Adam says, rubbing his hands over his thighs. "It was a good speech, too, but I can't remember a word of it. So here."
He holds out a paper and Kris takes it from his fingers, turning it over to read what’s been carefully written there. It says: Adam Lambert and a phone number. Kris trails a finger over the number, heart banging hard against his rib cage.
"Your number," he says, looking up. He doesn't want to hope, but he does anyway.
"Uh… yeah. I don't always have my phone on but if you leave a message I'll call you back."
Kris carefully folds the note and slips into his pocket.
"No," Adam says, shaking his head. "Don't do that. Put it in your phone so you don't lose it."
Kris smiles and does as he's told, programming Adam's number into his phone. It feels huge, much bigger than getting a stupid phone number should, but then nothing about them ever made sense. Adam scrubs a hand over his face and sinks down into Kris's chair. Kris suddenly feels self-conscious about the mess of papers and books on his desk and the faded blue walls full of taped up notes and pictures, but Adam doesn't even seem to notice.
"I can't be your boyfriend right now," Adam says. "I… can't do real dates and flowers and serious commitment."
Kris presses his suddenly sweaty palms against the door and licks his lips. He wants to say it doesn't matter, wants to give Adam an out that will put them right back where they started, but he's not going to. He has a feeling Adam needs to say this just as much as he needs to hear it.
"It's not that I don't want to." Adam looks up, pinning Kris to the door with a stare. "I just can't… There's only so much of me to go around."
Adam swivels the chair back and forth, fingers tapping a rhythm on his leg. "My best friend's really sick," he says quietly, eyes downcast. "And he's… he's going to die."
Adam's shoulder slumps and he sucks in a wobbly breath. "I think that's the first time I’ve admitted it out loud," he says, voice thready and barely there.
Kris can't keep still any longer, he moves across the floor to kneel at Adam's feet, wrapping his arms around his knees. "I'm sorry," he says. "So, so sorry."
He's not surprised when Adam slips out of the chair and into his arms, pressing his hot face into Kris's neck. He's not crying, but his breath comes in short hiccupy pants.
"I know it doesn't give me blanket permission to act like an ass," Adam whispers. "And I'm sorry I did that to you. It's just… I need you too much and I can't…"
"It's okay," Kris murmurs, clutching Adam harder. "It's okay."
Kris's eyes are burning and his chest aches. He wonders how he didn't figure it out before --Adam's given him enough clues. Adam pulls back, cupping Kris's face in his hands.
"I can't let myself get completely lost in you," he says, rubbing his thumbs over Kris's cheekbones. "I can't be everything you need me to be right now, but I… I can't lose you either."
Kris leans forward, closing the distance between their mouths. Adam doesn't understand, not really. Kris doesn't need Adam to be anything, he just needs to know that Adam is there - that he's not alone in this.
Adam kisses like a desperate man --too hard, too fast, like there will never be enough, like it’s the only thing saving him. It's urgent and frantic and he bites bruises into Kris's lips until Kris pushes him away and cups Adam's face between his hands. He licks soft-soft kisses against Adam's lips, lapping up every stuttered breath until Adam starts to calm down, relaxing into the touch.
"I don't need you to be my boyfriend," Kris whispers. "I just need to know that this means more to you than sex."
"Too much more," Adam says without hesitation, his hands coming up to curl around Kris's biceps.
Kris smiles, bending forward to kiss Adam again. "It's okay," he murmurs. "We'll make it work."
It's gentler this time, less desperate, and Kris slides his hands into Adam's hair, keeping him close. Adam's hands move around Kris's waist pulling him in until Kris is almost straddling his lap. Kris vaguely wonders how he always ends up like that, but it's not like he minds when Adam shifts so that Kris ends up sliding along his thigh. He groans into Adam's mouth, fingers scratching against Adam's scalp. He'll never grow tired of how much Adam makes him want.
The sudden sound of a door slamming somewhere close by has them jumping apart and they've only just managed to get to their feet when there's a knock on Kris's door. Adam's eyes get comically wide, darting around the room as he looks for somewhere to hide.
"It's okay," Kris mutters out of the corner of his mouth as he reaches for the door. "I'm old enough to have strange boys in my room."
Kris opens the door just as Andrew is about to knock again and he would have gotten a fist to the face if Adam hadn't grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him out of harm's way.
"Oh," Andrew says, mouth dropping as he looks Adam up and down.
"Hi," Adam says cheerfully. "I'm Adam."
"Uh… Andrew…"
Andrew knits his brows together and looks at Kris who is more or less pressed up against Adam, with Adam's hand still against his back. Kris shrugs, unable to hide his smile. Adam meeting Andrew is really kind of huge.
"Nice reflexes," Andrew says, visibly shaking himself out of his stupor. "Kris would have complained for years if I'd hit him in the face."
"Hey," Kris protests, even though he's pretty sure that he would have.
"Oh, come on," Andrew says. "You still bring up that one time Matt tripped you."
"I broke my arm."
"No, really?” Andrew rolls his eyes. “I've never heard that story before."
Adam shifts his fingers against Kris's back in a soft caress and Kris turns to look at him over his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he says. "This is Andrew, co-worker turned friend, but don't tell him I said that."
Adam chuckles, sliding his hand up to squeeze Kris's shoulder, unmistakably possessive in a way that makes Kris's stomach tighten.
"Nice to meet you," he says, to Andrew. "I'm Kris's… not quite boyfriend yet."
Andrew chuckles, giving Kris a fond look. "That's an interesting title," he says.
Kris can feel Adam shrug against his back. "It was the best I could think of to accurately describe the situation without the use of pie charts."
Andrew opens his mouth with a manic light in his eyes, but Kris cuts him off. "No," he says sternly. "There will be no pie charts."
"But…" Andrew says mournfully, giving Adam a look. "Pie charts."
"Andrew has a thing for pie charts," Kris explains, giving Adam a smile. "I think it's sexual."
Andrew snorts. "It's so not," he says, directing the statement over Kris's shoulder.
"I'm not judging," Adam says and Kris can actually hear him smiling. He leans back into Adam's chest, stupid fluttery butterflies taking over his stomach and making him feel like giggling.
Andrew gives him a knowing look and smiles. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted a ride, but I guess you're sticking around for a while."
"I'll drive him home," Adam says, fingers tightening for a moment on Kris's shoulder.
Andrew's smile gets wider. "I like you already," he says.
"I'm right here," Kris says, but he thinks he's doing a pretty horrible job at hiding the fact that he's near to vibrating with glee.
"We know you are," Andrew says indulgently. "Well have fun, guys, and for Christ's sake, lock the door."
Kris glares at him, but he's pretty sure that the crimson blush creeping up his cheeks diminishes the effect. "Bye," he mutters, pushing the door shut behind Andrew's retreating back and locking it tight.
"Shit," Adam says, and when Kris turns around he's collapsing into Kris's desk chair making it roll backwards into the desk. "That was scary."
Kris blinks at him, because there was nothing about Adam's behavior that clued him into the fact that Adam was freaked out. Adam scrubs a hand through his hair, lower lip caught between his teeth.
"I think that went pretty well," Kris says, pressing his suddenly sweaty palms against the door. "I mean… I know meeting my friends isn't exactly at the top of your priority list but…"
Adam's up and crossing the floor before Kris has a chance to finish the sentence, moving in close and bracketing Kris's head with his hands. The way Adam's body pins him to the door makes Kris's breath stick in his throat and he's pretty sure it's obvious when he tilts his head back to meet Adam's intense gaze.
"We might not be at the couple's dinner stage just yet," Adam says seriously. "But I don't mind meeting your friends."
Kris pushes himself up on his toes to kiss Adam, keeping his hands against the door for leverage. "I'm not going to lie," he murmurs against Adam's lips. "Introducing you to Andrew made me hot all over."
Adam chuckles, licking a kiss against Kris's lips. Then suddenly he pulls away and his gaze is heavy scrutinizing Kris's face.
"I want you to meet Ryan," he says; then he licks his lips just staring at Kris in bewilderment as if he can't even believe he said that.
"I would love to," Kris says, reaching out to slide his arms around Adam's neck. He doesn't ask who Ryan is, he can guess from the weight of Adam's gaze, and the fact that Adam wants them to meet makes it clear that this is a real thing now. For both of them.
Adam's smile is startling and then Kris finds himself being kissed to within an inch of his life, unable to do anything but tangle his fingers in Adam's hair and just hold on. Adam's hands are everywhere -- under Kris's shirt, down the back of his pants, pulling at his fly -- until Kris breaks away from the kiss with a breathless laugh, capturing Adam's hands and holding them to his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs, shivering when Adam flattens his hands, palms rubbing up against Kris's nipples.
"Yeah?" Adam smiles, bending forward to taste Kris's mouth. "You sure about that?"
Without warning Adam breaks free of his grip and grabs his hips hoisting him up against the door. Kris makes an undignified little noise and wraps his legs around Adam's waist to keep them from toppling over.
"Bully," he mutters, but he can't say that he actually minds being manhandled, if anything it makes his pulse beat faster with excitement.
"Yeah, I can tell you mind," Adam answers, sucking a kiss against Kris's neck.
Adam takes a step back and Kris clings to his shoulders, laughing when Adam staggers. Then he stops laughing because Adam puts him down on his desk and pretty much climbs on top of him. There's a book digging into his lower back and they push a stack of papers to the floor, but Kris doesn't even care because Adam's right there rubbing up against him in all the good ways.
He doesn't know how he starts losing clothes, but Adam's hands are solid and urgent against his skin, pushing, pulling and prodding until Kris's bare ass connects with the cold surface of the desk.
"Fuck," Adam murmurs, sucking kisses against Kris's chest, nipples, stomach and the inside of his thighs, only pausing here and there to pull off another item of his own clothing. "Do you still have supplies?"
Considering the circumstances it shouldn't make Kris blush, but it does. It is kind of embarrassing that he never gave up hope.
"In my bag," he says.
Adam smirks, looking around until he spots Kris's bag hanging on a hook by the door. He's naked now and Kris finds the way that he's comfortable in his own skin a huge turn on. He sits up, dislodging a stack of books in the process to fully appreciate the long line of Adam's back. Adam turns to looks at him when the books clatter to the floor, giving him a soft smile. He brings the bag back to Kris, stepping in between Kris's spread thighs to give him a kiss.
One kiss turns into many and Kris hooks a leg around the back of Adam's thighs, keeping him close. Kris's cock is flush and hard against his stomach and when Adam slides a hand down to circle the head he groans low in throat, fumbling for the bag. Adam chuckles, slipping his hand up and down Kris's cock, too slow and too loose, while Kris blindly digs around for the supplies.
"You're so gorgeous like this," Adam murmurs, pressing a kiss to Kris's ear. "Beautiful."
Kris turns his head into it, opening his mouth willingly when Adam kisses him on the lips. His uncooperative fingers finally find the pouch at the bottom of the bag and he pulls it out, shoving the bag on to the floor. He presses the pouch into Adam's free hand and lies back against the desk, pulling his feet up to rest against the edge.
Adam curses, moving his hand from Kris's cock to get the pouch open. He presses the condom into one of Kris's hands and keeps the lube for himself, the snick of the cap being opened enough to make Kris's cock jump with anticipation.
"Fuck," Adam says, pressing his lips to one of Kris's knees while one hand makes it down between Kris's legs, sliding lube slick and impatient over his opening.
"Yeah," Kris murmurs, lifting his hips into it.
The first slick slide of a finger into him makes him moan, reaching out with his hands to find leverage somewhere, anywhere, knocking down his pencil cup and another stack of essays on the way. He can't bring himself to care though when Adam crooks his finger just right sending an intense throb of pleasure through his groin.
"More," he begs, spread open and shameless. "Gimme more."
"Yeah," Adam breathes, guiding one of Kris's legs up on his shoulder. "Fuck… Touch yourself."
Kris forces his eyes open, bracing himself with one hand he slides the other down to curl around his cock. Adam's looking at where his fingers disappear into Kris, lower lip caught between his teeth and face flushed. Kris slides his eyes downward to where his hand is wrapped loosely around his cock, flushed head peeking out between his fingers, slick with precome already.
He groans, lifting his hips into the solid slide of Adam's fingers. Eyes fluttering closed again when Adam rubs up inside him just right making his stomach clench with how good it feels.
"Enough," he pants, hand tightening on his cock. "I want… fuck me… please."
He can't stop stripping his cock, hard and fast, even though he's too close to the edge already. He's pretty sure he had better stamina when he was fifteen, but it's hard to care when Adam fumbles around the desk for the condom Kris dropped somewhere, pulling his fingers out only to come back with three of them, sliding in deep and fast.
He looks up when Adam curses and slides his fingers out, slipping the condom over his rock hard cock with unsteady hands.
"Too fucking hot," Adam mutters, pouring lube into his hand and slicking himself up with jerky movements. "Fucking embarrassing how gone I am for you."
"Love it," Kris breathes, back arching when Adam moves in close, the slick head of his cock sliding in between Kris's cheeks. "Fucking love it."
All coherent thought dies when Adam pushes forward, pleasure sizzling along Kris's nerve endings. He opens his eyes to watch, propping himself up on an elbow to see Adam's cock disappearing into him, inch by inch. He opens up easily, the slight burn all but forgotten under the wave of oh my fucking God yesss.
"Jesus," Adam breathes when he's fully sheathed, hips flush against Kris's buttocks. "Fuck."
He stays like that, pressed up flush and grabs Kris's thighs, sliding them further apart. Kris's muscles burn with it, and he groans, rubbing his hand up and down his cock, slick and messy. Adam's got his eyes trained on where he's stretching Kris wide open, strong hands wrapped around Kris's thighs just above the knee, keeping him spread.
He starts thrusting, slow and deliberate, and Kris moans collapsing back against the desk. It's almost too intense, spread open and vulnerable, but his hand doesn't let up on his cock. He flails above his head until his free hand finds leverage against the wall, pushing back into Adam's thrusts. Adam's hands on his legs prevent him from doing anything but taking it and his muscles strain in an attempt to lift himself into it.
"More… Harder… Fuck. Adam please…" he begs, turning his head back and forth. "I need… yessss."
Adam lets go of his thighs and Kris wraps his legs around Adam's back, pulling him in hard, groaning when Adam slides forward to curl his hands around Kris's shoulders and presses an open mouthed kiss against his lips. The position is not ideal for either of them, Adam can't find leverage bent over Kris as he is and Kris can't do much more than squeeze and release his legs around Adam's back, rocking into the shallow thrusts, but somehow it's still enough.
Kris loses all track of time, caught between Adam's cock and his own hand. Sweat is beading on his chest and dampening the hair on his temples, his breath coming in stuttered gasps. He's got his free hand around Adam's neck now, breathing kisses against Adam's open mouth while Adam rocks into him, slow and steady, never pulling back more than a couple of inches before coming back for more.
When he comes it's almost a surprise, his startled moan dying against Adam's lips as he spills over his own fingers. Adam fucks him through it, his thrusts never changing in pace even when his breath becomes harsh and he squeezes his hands around Kris's shoulders, shuddering through his own orgasm.
They share a number of long messy kisses, unwilling to break apart just yet. Kris smears come all over Adam's back when he reaches out to keep him close, but Adam doesn't seem to mind, humming happily into the kiss. Eventually Kris's legs start to feel the strain and he drops them from around Adam's back, watching with hooded eyes as Adam reaches down to grab the base of his cock and pull out.
Adam blinks a couple of times, as if he's trying to get his bearings, before looking around, a sheepish smile creeping up on his lips.
"Uhm," he says, tying the condom off and dropping it in the trash can. "Sorry about your office."
Kris pushes himself up, still languid and drowsy after his orgasm, to survey the damage. Papers, books and pens are all over the floor, tangled up with their discarded clothes. At some point they knocked the pencil sharpener over because it's lying cracked open on the floor, surrounded by shavings.
"I'll help you pick it up," Adam promises with a smile, moving closer to give Kris a kiss.
Together they manage to get their clothes on and sort the mess out, and Kris is pretty sure he will never look at his desk the same way again. In retrospect having sex in his office was not the best idea, because now he will have flashbacks every time he's in there.
They leave the building through a side door, and as they walk across the mostly empty parking lot Adam reaches out to tangle their fingers together, and Kris's heart almost leaps out of his chest. Their relationship might not be conventional, but he no longer doubts that it’s real, and that makes all the difference in the world.
The End. (Kind of, sort of true this time.)
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 7
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb. ♥
Word Count: ~3,900
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Warnings: Public Sex
Summary: Adam pays Kris a visit. They talk. They're interrupted. They have sex.
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
Extra Special Note: This is the last part of the main story arch. There will be a couple more parts to tie everything up nicely and put a bow on it, but if you've been waiting for it to be finished, this is it.
Bumpy Ride | Spilled Coffee | Crowded Club | More Music | Moving Pictures | Wanting More | NEW: After Hours
Kris thought it would be easier to break off a relationship that was never real compared to breaking up from a real relationship, but he was wrong. It doesn't matter that he’d only seen Adam once in a while, he’s still left a big empty space behind that Kris is at loss for how to fill. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d invested in the fact that somehow they would meet again.
If he had the choice he would spend all his time curled up on his bed listening to depressing music and eating unhealthy amounts of ice cream, but he doesn't have that choice. He has to be responsible and go to work and play at Henry's and see his friends. It's absolutely ridiculous to feel this way (which Kris knows without Cale, Andrew, Matt and even freaking Torres pointing out) but he can't help it.
Kris always thought he was fine -- with his life, with his job, without a boyfriend -- but he is starting to think he was wrong about that. He doesn't hate his life, but when he moved to LA he wanted more than to be a high school teacher. Kris has always been the type to sit back and wait for things to come to him. He's pretty sure that if Cale hadn't met a girl and moved to LA, he would have never left Arkansas no matter how much he was suffocating there.
Now that he’s taken back the reins in his love life, Kris thinks maybe it’s time to do that with the rest of his life. It's not like he has to quit his job and start playing on street corners to work on his image as a troubled musician, just writing music again would be a good start. For the first time in over a year there's music in his head, strands of lyrics and lonely chords trying to come together, and every night when he gets home from work he picks up his guitar and tries to make sense of them. It makes him feel better, even if every song turns out to be about Adam.
Kris doesn't really expect to see Adam again. It breaks his heart, but Adam made it pretty clear from the start that he didn't want more than they had, and even if Kris thinks it's stupid, he respects that. So when there's a knock on his office (hole-in-the-wall really) door after hours, the last person he expects to see when he opens it is Adam, but there he is looking amazing and nervous and happy all at once.
"Uh," Kris says, blinking rapidly. "Hi?"
Adam shuffles his feet and looks over Kris's shoulder as if he expects him to have company (not likely, most people actually leave when classes end for the day). "Hi," he says. "Can I… uhm… come in?"
"Yeah." Kris steps to the side to let Adam brush past him and closes the door behind them, leaning up against it. "What are you doing here?"
"Stalker? Remember?" Adam says with a grimace, slight flush visible under his foundation.
Kris chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, I remember."
It's weird to see Adam again, so many emotions fighting for the upper hand. Adam looks tired, and thinner than Kris remembers, his black t-shirt hanging on his narrow frame. It's only been three weeks, but it's pretty obvious they haven't been good weeks for Adam and it makes Kris's heart clench.
"I prepared a speech," Adam says, rubbing his hands over his thighs. "It was a good speech, too, but I can't remember a word of it. So here."
He holds out a paper and Kris takes it from his fingers, turning it over to read what’s been carefully written there. It says: Adam Lambert and a phone number. Kris trails a finger over the number, heart banging hard against his rib cage.
"Your number," he says, looking up. He doesn't want to hope, but he does anyway.
"Uh… yeah. I don't always have my phone on but if you leave a message I'll call you back."
Kris carefully folds the note and slips into his pocket.
"No," Adam says, shaking his head. "Don't do that. Put it in your phone so you don't lose it."
Kris smiles and does as he's told, programming Adam's number into his phone. It feels huge, much bigger than getting a stupid phone number should, but then nothing about them ever made sense. Adam scrubs a hand over his face and sinks down into Kris's chair. Kris suddenly feels self-conscious about the mess of papers and books on his desk and the faded blue walls full of taped up notes and pictures, but Adam doesn't even seem to notice.
"I can't be your boyfriend right now," Adam says. "I… can't do real dates and flowers and serious commitment."
Kris presses his suddenly sweaty palms against the door and licks his lips. He wants to say it doesn't matter, wants to give Adam an out that will put them right back where they started, but he's not going to. He has a feeling Adam needs to say this just as much as he needs to hear it.
"It's not that I don't want to." Adam looks up, pinning Kris to the door with a stare. "I just can't… There's only so much of me to go around."
Adam swivels the chair back and forth, fingers tapping a rhythm on his leg. "My best friend's really sick," he says quietly, eyes downcast. "And he's… he's going to die."
Adam's shoulder slumps and he sucks in a wobbly breath. "I think that's the first time I’ve admitted it out loud," he says, voice thready and barely there.
Kris can't keep still any longer, he moves across the floor to kneel at Adam's feet, wrapping his arms around his knees. "I'm sorry," he says. "So, so sorry."
He's not surprised when Adam slips out of the chair and into his arms, pressing his hot face into Kris's neck. He's not crying, but his breath comes in short hiccupy pants.
"I know it doesn't give me blanket permission to act like an ass," Adam whispers. "And I'm sorry I did that to you. It's just… I need you too much and I can't…"
"It's okay," Kris murmurs, clutching Adam harder. "It's okay."
Kris's eyes are burning and his chest aches. He wonders how he didn't figure it out before --Adam's given him enough clues. Adam pulls back, cupping Kris's face in his hands.
"I can't let myself get completely lost in you," he says, rubbing his thumbs over Kris's cheekbones. "I can't be everything you need me to be right now, but I… I can't lose you either."
Kris leans forward, closing the distance between their mouths. Adam doesn't understand, not really. Kris doesn't need Adam to be anything, he just needs to know that Adam is there - that he's not alone in this.
Adam kisses like a desperate man --too hard, too fast, like there will never be enough, like it’s the only thing saving him. It's urgent and frantic and he bites bruises into Kris's lips until Kris pushes him away and cups Adam's face between his hands. He licks soft-soft kisses against Adam's lips, lapping up every stuttered breath until Adam starts to calm down, relaxing into the touch.
"I don't need you to be my boyfriend," Kris whispers. "I just need to know that this means more to you than sex."
"Too much more," Adam says without hesitation, his hands coming up to curl around Kris's biceps.
Kris smiles, bending forward to kiss Adam again. "It's okay," he murmurs. "We'll make it work."
It's gentler this time, less desperate, and Kris slides his hands into Adam's hair, keeping him close. Adam's hands move around Kris's waist pulling him in until Kris is almost straddling his lap. Kris vaguely wonders how he always ends up like that, but it's not like he minds when Adam shifts so that Kris ends up sliding along his thigh. He groans into Adam's mouth, fingers scratching against Adam's scalp. He'll never grow tired of how much Adam makes him want.
The sudden sound of a door slamming somewhere close by has them jumping apart and they've only just managed to get to their feet when there's a knock on Kris's door. Adam's eyes get comically wide, darting around the room as he looks for somewhere to hide.
"It's okay," Kris mutters out of the corner of his mouth as he reaches for the door. "I'm old enough to have strange boys in my room."
Kris opens the door just as Andrew is about to knock again and he would have gotten a fist to the face if Adam hadn't grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him out of harm's way.
"Oh," Andrew says, mouth dropping as he looks Adam up and down.
"Hi," Adam says cheerfully. "I'm Adam."
"Uh… Andrew…"
Andrew knits his brows together and looks at Kris who is more or less pressed up against Adam, with Adam's hand still against his back. Kris shrugs, unable to hide his smile. Adam meeting Andrew is really kind of huge.
"Nice reflexes," Andrew says, visibly shaking himself out of his stupor. "Kris would have complained for years if I'd hit him in the face."
"Hey," Kris protests, even though he's pretty sure that he would have.
"Oh, come on," Andrew says. "You still bring up that one time Matt tripped you."
"I broke my arm."
"No, really?” Andrew rolls his eyes. “I've never heard that story before."
Adam shifts his fingers against Kris's back in a soft caress and Kris turns to look at him over his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he says. "This is Andrew, co-worker turned friend, but don't tell him I said that."
Adam chuckles, sliding his hand up to squeeze Kris's shoulder, unmistakably possessive in a way that makes Kris's stomach tighten.
"Nice to meet you," he says, to Andrew. "I'm Kris's… not quite boyfriend yet."
Andrew chuckles, giving Kris a fond look. "That's an interesting title," he says.
Kris can feel Adam shrug against his back. "It was the best I could think of to accurately describe the situation without the use of pie charts."
Andrew opens his mouth with a manic light in his eyes, but Kris cuts him off. "No," he says sternly. "There will be no pie charts."
"But…" Andrew says mournfully, giving Adam a look. "Pie charts."
"Andrew has a thing for pie charts," Kris explains, giving Adam a smile. "I think it's sexual."
Andrew snorts. "It's so not," he says, directing the statement over Kris's shoulder.
"I'm not judging," Adam says and Kris can actually hear him smiling. He leans back into Adam's chest, stupid fluttery butterflies taking over his stomach and making him feel like giggling.
Andrew gives him a knowing look and smiles. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted a ride, but I guess you're sticking around for a while."
"I'll drive him home," Adam says, fingers tightening for a moment on Kris's shoulder.
Andrew's smile gets wider. "I like you already," he says.
"I'm right here," Kris says, but he thinks he's doing a pretty horrible job at hiding the fact that he's near to vibrating with glee.
"We know you are," Andrew says indulgently. "Well have fun, guys, and for Christ's sake, lock the door."
Kris glares at him, but he's pretty sure that the crimson blush creeping up his cheeks diminishes the effect. "Bye," he mutters, pushing the door shut behind Andrew's retreating back and locking it tight.
"Shit," Adam says, and when Kris turns around he's collapsing into Kris's desk chair making it roll backwards into the desk. "That was scary."
Kris blinks at him, because there was nothing about Adam's behavior that clued him into the fact that Adam was freaked out. Adam scrubs a hand through his hair, lower lip caught between his teeth.
"I think that went pretty well," Kris says, pressing his suddenly sweaty palms against the door. "I mean… I know meeting my friends isn't exactly at the top of your priority list but…"
Adam's up and crossing the floor before Kris has a chance to finish the sentence, moving in close and bracketing Kris's head with his hands. The way Adam's body pins him to the door makes Kris's breath stick in his throat and he's pretty sure it's obvious when he tilts his head back to meet Adam's intense gaze.
"We might not be at the couple's dinner stage just yet," Adam says seriously. "But I don't mind meeting your friends."
Kris pushes himself up on his toes to kiss Adam, keeping his hands against the door for leverage. "I'm not going to lie," he murmurs against Adam's lips. "Introducing you to Andrew made me hot all over."
Adam chuckles, licking a kiss against Kris's lips. Then suddenly he pulls away and his gaze is heavy scrutinizing Kris's face.
"I want you to meet Ryan," he says; then he licks his lips just staring at Kris in bewilderment as if he can't even believe he said that.
"I would love to," Kris says, reaching out to slide his arms around Adam's neck. He doesn't ask who Ryan is, he can guess from the weight of Adam's gaze, and the fact that Adam wants them to meet makes it clear that this is a real thing now. For both of them.
Adam's smile is startling and then Kris finds himself being kissed to within an inch of his life, unable to do anything but tangle his fingers in Adam's hair and just hold on. Adam's hands are everywhere -- under Kris's shirt, down the back of his pants, pulling at his fly -- until Kris breaks away from the kiss with a breathless laugh, capturing Adam's hands and holding them to his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs, shivering when Adam flattens his hands, palms rubbing up against Kris's nipples.
"Yeah?" Adam smiles, bending forward to taste Kris's mouth. "You sure about that?"
Without warning Adam breaks free of his grip and grabs his hips hoisting him up against the door. Kris makes an undignified little noise and wraps his legs around Adam's waist to keep them from toppling over.
"Bully," he mutters, but he can't say that he actually minds being manhandled, if anything it makes his pulse beat faster with excitement.
"Yeah, I can tell you mind," Adam answers, sucking a kiss against Kris's neck.
Adam takes a step back and Kris clings to his shoulders, laughing when Adam staggers. Then he stops laughing because Adam puts him down on his desk and pretty much climbs on top of him. There's a book digging into his lower back and they push a stack of papers to the floor, but Kris doesn't even care because Adam's right there rubbing up against him in all the good ways.
He doesn't know how he starts losing clothes, but Adam's hands are solid and urgent against his skin, pushing, pulling and prodding until Kris's bare ass connects with the cold surface of the desk.
"Fuck," Adam murmurs, sucking kisses against Kris's chest, nipples, stomach and the inside of his thighs, only pausing here and there to pull off another item of his own clothing. "Do you still have supplies?"
Considering the circumstances it shouldn't make Kris blush, but it does. It is kind of embarrassing that he never gave up hope.
"In my bag," he says.
Adam smirks, looking around until he spots Kris's bag hanging on a hook by the door. He's naked now and Kris finds the way that he's comfortable in his own skin a huge turn on. He sits up, dislodging a stack of books in the process to fully appreciate the long line of Adam's back. Adam turns to looks at him when the books clatter to the floor, giving him a soft smile. He brings the bag back to Kris, stepping in between Kris's spread thighs to give him a kiss.
One kiss turns into many and Kris hooks a leg around the back of Adam's thighs, keeping him close. Kris's cock is flush and hard against his stomach and when Adam slides a hand down to circle the head he groans low in throat, fumbling for the bag. Adam chuckles, slipping his hand up and down Kris's cock, too slow and too loose, while Kris blindly digs around for the supplies.
"You're so gorgeous like this," Adam murmurs, pressing a kiss to Kris's ear. "Beautiful."
Kris turns his head into it, opening his mouth willingly when Adam kisses him on the lips. His uncooperative fingers finally find the pouch at the bottom of the bag and he pulls it out, shoving the bag on to the floor. He presses the pouch into Adam's free hand and lies back against the desk, pulling his feet up to rest against the edge.
Adam curses, moving his hand from Kris's cock to get the pouch open. He presses the condom into one of Kris's hands and keeps the lube for himself, the snick of the cap being opened enough to make Kris's cock jump with anticipation.
"Fuck," Adam says, pressing his lips to one of Kris's knees while one hand makes it down between Kris's legs, sliding lube slick and impatient over his opening.
"Yeah," Kris murmurs, lifting his hips into it.
The first slick slide of a finger into him makes him moan, reaching out with his hands to find leverage somewhere, anywhere, knocking down his pencil cup and another stack of essays on the way. He can't bring himself to care though when Adam crooks his finger just right sending an intense throb of pleasure through his groin.
"More," he begs, spread open and shameless. "Gimme more."
"Yeah," Adam breathes, guiding one of Kris's legs up on his shoulder. "Fuck… Touch yourself."
Kris forces his eyes open, bracing himself with one hand he slides the other down to curl around his cock. Adam's looking at where his fingers disappear into Kris, lower lip caught between his teeth and face flushed. Kris slides his eyes downward to where his hand is wrapped loosely around his cock, flushed head peeking out between his fingers, slick with precome already.
He groans, lifting his hips into the solid slide of Adam's fingers. Eyes fluttering closed again when Adam rubs up inside him just right making his stomach clench with how good it feels.
"Enough," he pants, hand tightening on his cock. "I want… fuck me… please."
He can't stop stripping his cock, hard and fast, even though he's too close to the edge already. He's pretty sure he had better stamina when he was fifteen, but it's hard to care when Adam fumbles around the desk for the condom Kris dropped somewhere, pulling his fingers out only to come back with three of them, sliding in deep and fast.
He looks up when Adam curses and slides his fingers out, slipping the condom over his rock hard cock with unsteady hands.
"Too fucking hot," Adam mutters, pouring lube into his hand and slicking himself up with jerky movements. "Fucking embarrassing how gone I am for you."
"Love it," Kris breathes, back arching when Adam moves in close, the slick head of his cock sliding in between Kris's cheeks. "Fucking love it."
All coherent thought dies when Adam pushes forward, pleasure sizzling along Kris's nerve endings. He opens his eyes to watch, propping himself up on an elbow to see Adam's cock disappearing into him, inch by inch. He opens up easily, the slight burn all but forgotten under the wave of oh my fucking God yesss.
"Jesus," Adam breathes when he's fully sheathed, hips flush against Kris's buttocks. "Fuck."
He stays like that, pressed up flush and grabs Kris's thighs, sliding them further apart. Kris's muscles burn with it, and he groans, rubbing his hand up and down his cock, slick and messy. Adam's got his eyes trained on where he's stretching Kris wide open, strong hands wrapped around Kris's thighs just above the knee, keeping him spread.
He starts thrusting, slow and deliberate, and Kris moans collapsing back against the desk. It's almost too intense, spread open and vulnerable, but his hand doesn't let up on his cock. He flails above his head until his free hand finds leverage against the wall, pushing back into Adam's thrusts. Adam's hands on his legs prevent him from doing anything but taking it and his muscles strain in an attempt to lift himself into it.
"More… Harder… Fuck. Adam please…" he begs, turning his head back and forth. "I need… yessss."
Adam lets go of his thighs and Kris wraps his legs around Adam's back, pulling him in hard, groaning when Adam slides forward to curl his hands around Kris's shoulders and presses an open mouthed kiss against his lips. The position is not ideal for either of them, Adam can't find leverage bent over Kris as he is and Kris can't do much more than squeeze and release his legs around Adam's back, rocking into the shallow thrusts, but somehow it's still enough.
Kris loses all track of time, caught between Adam's cock and his own hand. Sweat is beading on his chest and dampening the hair on his temples, his breath coming in stuttered gasps. He's got his free hand around Adam's neck now, breathing kisses against Adam's open mouth while Adam rocks into him, slow and steady, never pulling back more than a couple of inches before coming back for more.
When he comes it's almost a surprise, his startled moan dying against Adam's lips as he spills over his own fingers. Adam fucks him through it, his thrusts never changing in pace even when his breath becomes harsh and he squeezes his hands around Kris's shoulders, shuddering through his own orgasm.
They share a number of long messy kisses, unwilling to break apart just yet. Kris smears come all over Adam's back when he reaches out to keep him close, but Adam doesn't seem to mind, humming happily into the kiss. Eventually Kris's legs start to feel the strain and he drops them from around Adam's back, watching with hooded eyes as Adam reaches down to grab the base of his cock and pull out.
Adam blinks a couple of times, as if he's trying to get his bearings, before looking around, a sheepish smile creeping up on his lips.
"Uhm," he says, tying the condom off and dropping it in the trash can. "Sorry about your office."
Kris pushes himself up, still languid and drowsy after his orgasm, to survey the damage. Papers, books and pens are all over the floor, tangled up with their discarded clothes. At some point they knocked the pencil sharpener over because it's lying cracked open on the floor, surrounded by shavings.
"I'll help you pick it up," Adam promises with a smile, moving closer to give Kris a kiss.
Together they manage to get their clothes on and sort the mess out, and Kris is pretty sure he will never look at his desk the same way again. In retrospect having sex in his office was not the best idea, because now he will have flashbacks every time he's in there.
They leave the building through a side door, and as they walk across the mostly empty parking lot Adam reaches out to tangle their fingers together, and Kris's heart almost leaps out of his chest. Their relationship might not be conventional, but he no longer doubts that it’s real, and that makes all the difference in the world.
The End. (Kind of, sort of true this time.)