You're Already the Voice Inside My Head

Jul 02, 2011 23:42

Title: You're Already the Voice Inside My Head
Rating: R
Summary: Kris finally answers Katy's call
Warnings: M/M sex (fantasy)
Notes: Title from Blink-182's I Miss You. I'm tempted to write a sick!Wing!Kris drabble... I'm thinking it'd involve molting. Thoughts?

Adam stretches out, curling Kris a bit closer as the younger man giggled. “Can we move off the kitchen floor anytime soon?”

He grins, tracing fingers over the golden skin stretching over his stomach. Kris starts giggling even more, wiggling around on the tile for a while until his hand connects with his phone, sending it skittering across the floor. Both men look up at it, watching it until it starts to vibrate again.

Kris picks it up, pressing it to his ear without checking who was calling. “Hello?”

Adam watches as Kris’ eyes widen a little and look over at him before he sits up.

“Oh, um, Katy…” Adam watches the wings sag a little; he sits up, scooting closer to Kris and lacing his fingers with the hand resting on the other man’s lap. “What’s wrong?”

Kris listens for a bit, his face falling every second. He lowers the phone after a while, looking up at Adam.

Adam waits for a bit, watching Kris’ mouth work with no sound coming out. “Well?”

He seals his lips together and shakes his head, dropping his eyes to the floor. “She said that…” He takes a quick breath. “Her new… boyfriend…” He flinches just a little, Adam flinches right along with him. He knows Kris is happy but losing someone as close to him as Katy is still going to hurt for a while, he knows that much. “She said that she started finding these feathers all around.” He lowered his voice. “She’s afraid that he’ll end up like… like me.”

Adam winces and glares at the phone for a moment before looking back up at Kris. “So, why’d she call?”

Kris stares at him for a while before shaking his head and laughing slightly. “She’s just asking for help with it and…” He shrugs. “I-I guess it’s just a bit of a shock that she called me in the first place.”

“Yeah…” Adam watches him then, he figures it can’t do any harm, and if there is anything to hurt Kris in anyway, shape, or form, Adam will kick some little petite-southern-blond ass. He unfolds himself up from the floor, glancing back at Kris - who’s now gone back to talking to Katy; his expression a bit shaky but looking relieved, at least - before leaving the room.

With a sigh he pouts his way into the living room, flopping onto the couch and stretching out as well as he can. Might as well give him a good show when he comes back. Adam smirks, finding a lone black feather probably fallen from their earlier round of lovemaking wedged between the cushions and sending it dancing across his own skin. He follows the same path Kris did the first time; trailing over the thigh, up and around the place he wants the teasing touch most, tickling down through the sculpted line of hair leading to Kris’ prize.

Adam’s hips buck up into the touch, catching on soft tufts of down and making him have to bite back on his teeth to hold in a moan. He can practically see Kris settled between his legs, looking heavenly and sinful all at once with wings stretched out enough to cradle his knees, pink tongue swirling over pink lips… a breath away from…

“HOoohmygod.”

Adam looks up and grins at Kris, the phone clattering to the floor as he stares at Adam, mouth hanging open. It makes Adam’s hips buck again, the tip of his cock brushing against the tickling touch and making him moan, which makes Kris gargle some unintelligible noise. Adam giggles and flicks the feather away, the black point bouncing off of Kris’ calve to the floor and looking like it was almost enough to make him buckle down to the ground.

Well, let see if we can make that happen.

Adam coils his fingers around his cock and it’s not even half a second before Kris is moaning and stumbling across the way. The angel falls to his knees between Adam’s legs, licking his lips just like in Adam’s fantasy and making a moan slip past his own with the first thrust into his own fist.

He feels a shock run up his spine as Kris’ eyes follow his hand, brown eyes wide and pretty, pink mouth shiny and slack and looking perfectly bitable. Just as he’s about to reach down to pull Kris into his lap for a kiss - and other, quite obvious reasons - he hears Kris clear his throat and speak up. “Adam?”

He shakes his head, the fantasy slipping away and seeing Kris standing in the doorway leading from the kitchen, face - and neck and chest - a gorgeous red, his eyes glued to where Adam’s hand is wrapped around himself. He catches the phone in Kris’ hand and grins, slowly uncoiling his fingers with a hum. “Couldn’t help it.” He wiggles his butt on the couch a bit. “Remembered earlier and…” His grin turns sinister and seductive. “You know…”

Kris squeaks - Adam has to bite back a giggle - and nearly drops the phone. Adam rolls his eyes and reaches back behind the couch to grab a blanket and pull it over himself. “Happy?”

He watches Kris for a moment, then sees him pout. “No.” He walks over and throws the blanket off, then drapes himself over Adam.

Adam snorts. “Did you really just get jealous over a blanket?”

“…Maybe.” Kris turns his head. “What about it?”

Adam holds his hands up and laughs. “Nothing, nothing.” He drops his hands back, combing his fingers through fluffy brown hair, his other palm sliding up and down the dip in Kris’ waist, occasionally moving up over the span of feathers laying over his knees.

Then, he just can’t wait anymore and has to know. “How’d the talk with Katy go?”

Kris stiffens, just a bit, then relaxes back into Adam. “Good.” His voice sounds a bit choked up, and when Adam doesn’t say anything after a while he sighs. “She… she apologized about what happened after…” His wings twitch; Adam gives them a calming stroke in response. “She said it was a shock to her, and just… it was just so…” He swirled his hand in the air for a bit, and Adam had to bite back a grin when he felt one of Kris’ wings following the movement against his skin.

“Shocking?”

Kris smiles. “Yeah, I guess.” He huffs, scooting forward to bury his face against Adam’s stomach. “And I’m just… curious. It got me wondering.” He looked up at Adam. “I know you’ve told me this before, but… really, why didn’t you react more when you saw me?” He rotates the wings again, feathers tickling Adam’s skin. “When you saw these?”

Adam stares down at him for a few seconds, then shrugs. There’s not really something he can say about it; he knows it is a little odd how he didn’t… you know, flip out more when his best friend arrived naked, gift-wrapped in his sheets and ebony feathers. “I dunno.” He looks over Kris, then clucks his tongue. “Just, you know, didn’t surprise me that much I guess.”

Kris’ brow furrows. “So you expected me to go half bird all the sudden?”

He rolls his eyes. “No.” He flicks Kris’ shoulder, glad to see a bit of mirth coming back. But there’s still that determined look there, too, so he still needs to explain this that he can’t really explain. He sighs. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like… I was surprised, yeah, but then there was something that just… made sense about it. Like something was inside me saying ‘This is supposed to happen.’”

Kris stares over at him, the humor in his eyes from before gone and replaced with this kind of giddiness that Adam can feel buzzing under golden skin. All the sudden Kris’ face stretches into this huge, contagious, all-encompassing smile and stretches up to press his lips to Adam’s. The angel is awkward and undoubtedly twice as uncomfortable for Adam’s neck as it is for Kris’, but he really couldn’t care less.

He slips a hand into fluffy brown hair, the heel digging into the edge of Kris’ jaw and a slight twist of his wrist has it dragging against light stubble and making the both of them groan out in the quiet room. Adam’s more than willing to go along with the way the hand not holding Kris up is tugging at him but he remembers. “So.” He mutters between a kiss. “What-” kiss “else did-” kiss kiss “she say?”

Kris is halfway to another kiss then pauses, sighs and flops back into Adam’s lap, pouting. Adam can’t help but smile - his dreams from the moment he saw Kris across the hotel lobby that faithful day are true, really, hopelessly, honestly true and it’s insane and euphoric and everything else Adam’s brain can’t quite handle at the moment; he can’t really help a smile at Kris loving all of this as much as he does - and digs his fingers into Kris’ scalp, massaging and watching brown eyes slip shut and delicious - well-kissed, thank you very much - full lip being bitten into before slipping out with another huff. “She… she said she signed the papers.”

Oh. Adam watches Kris look away, eyes opening only to stare at Adam’s stomach sadly. He brushes his thumb along Kris’ skin, circling comfort into his temple and watching the wings draped over his knees fall slightly.

A few seconds pass in silence before Kris shakes himself and sits up, taking Adam’s hands on the way. “It’s better now, though.” He traces a touch against Adam’s skin. “Everything that’s happened since… these wings came in, it’s proven that.” He stares down at their joined hands then smiles. “I don’t think I could’ve honestly survived all that’s happened without you.”

When Kris meets his eyes again, Adam’s heart just crumbles; a kiss in each piece until he just feels like the only thing left in him is love, thumping in time with the pulse he can feel where his finger tips are against Kris’ wrists. The look in his eyes is… there… there’s nothing to describe it. Even the look from before that made Adam feel like the only person in the universe that Kris could see or exist in his world - that doesn’t even compare to this.

After a moment Kris’ lips tilt into a smile and he unlocks one of their hands and wipe away the tears Adam didn’t know he was crying. “Hey…”

Adam swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head, squeezing probably entirely too tight on the hand still laced with his. He inhales - sharp and sweet and making his head stop it’s spinning - then reaches across the small space between them and tells Kris everything through a kiss.

Kris’ arms and hands and everywhere - god - he’s everywhere in the room and in Adam and all he can think is I love you, I love you, love you, love. It throbs and Kris’ presence there and… he wants to shake himself because he knows, he’s not making sense, and Kris is stroking up and down his arm and up his neck like he’s worried for Adam but doing that would mean breaking away from this and… and he can’t do that.

“Adam… shh…” Kris’ words drop right on his lips, sending a shudder through his body; he realizes his face is wet again and he’s shaking and muttering something. “Shh, I love you, too, baby. I love you.” Kris brings a hand up to lace into Adam’s hand and squeezes himself into his chest and automatically Adam’s arms go around him and it’s so perfect.

Adam flinches, his breath hitching when Kris’ hand glides down over his shoulder blades and to his back; it’s like Kris’ touch is leaving trails of fire and…

His mind goes black as Kris tilts up just enough to give Adam the sweetest kiss of his life. He can’t help the broad grin stretching across his face as he realizes in the back of his mind that’s not concentrating on this, that he’s going to have more kisses like this for the rest of his long, happy life.

rating: r, author: redkislington

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