It Started as an Ache
The thing was, it felt warm. It was a warm ache. And it throbbed. And tingled.
It started as an ache. Somewhere between the hip bones but too low to be an appendix threatening to rupture. Although Kris thought that might just be preferable.
He wondered if perhaps he had pulled a muscle. He wondered if it was that sketchy burrito stand they stopped at yesterday. He wondered when it would go away.
The thing was, it felt warm. It was a warm ache. And it throbbed. And tingled.
He tried to ignore it. He picked up his book, but the words blurred in front of his eyes.
He tried to stretch. He knew lots of stretches from many hours of baseball practice. He only ended up hitting his head against the side of his bunk, hard, twice, and still got no relief.
He went and sat on the toilet. Nothing happened. He just felt stupid. He decided it wasn’t the burrito after all.
He went back to his bunk and decided to massage the spot. That might just do the trick.
He reached down with his left hand and pushed deeply into his low abdomen. He started making small circular motions while breathing deeply.
Well that didn’t work. All it did was get the attention of his cock and he didn’t need that problem on top of the first problem.
He let out a loud sigh and THAT started the whole thing in motion.
Adam’s head appeared hanging down from the bunk above him. It was very funny to see him upside down. All the different lengths of hair creating a crazy black halo. He looked a bit like a dark, drunk, angel. Kris decided the look fit him.
“Kris, WHAT THE FUCK?”
“What do you mean?” But, Kris knew. He knew that he was acting strange. Shit, he felt strange so why wouldn’t he be acting strange.
Adams long arms joined his head in dangling from the upper bunk. It was like some sort of avant guarde puppet show. Adam was acting out Kris moving all around the bus. Adam’s hands were moving back and forth pretending to be feet. His hair was swaying left and right. Now Adam was acting out Kris trying to stretch. Adam passed on hitting his head, twice, hard, but made the sound of it with his foot against the wall of his bunk.
Kris was mightily impressed by the display and a little obsessive about how Adam’s face looked upside down. There was something incredible about his lips. The familiarity all gone; they became something other than ‘just Adam’s lips - seen them a million times - nothing to see here - keep moving’ they became their own sort of life form. Kris couldn’t take his eyes away.
Adam was coming to the end of his pantomime now. But, he was so wound up that when he let out the big sigh he almost fell off his bunk. The spiraling arms and whipping hair made Kris laugh hard and loud. The sound just about kept Adam from regaining his balance, it was so unexpected. Kris wasn’t typically loud.
“So, Kris, WHAT THE FUCK?”
Kris decided to confide in Adam.
“I have a pain.”
Adam immediately did a midair twisting flip that would have made Greg Louganis proud (and appreciative of the view) and landed beside Kris in his bunk.
“What do you mean a pain?” Adam was seriously concerned his hand reaching for Kris’ phone to dial the doctor.
“Well, I have a warm tingle right here that won’t go away.” Kris pointed to the area just below his belly button.
Kris kept talking and telling Adam all the things he had done to try and relive the ‘pain’, but Adam knew better. Adam REALLY knew better because Adam had the same sort of pain and it certainly wasn’t any sort of sympathy pain.
No, Adam wasn’t listening. He wasn’t listening even one little bit, because Adam’s ‘pain’ was growing. He was staring at Kris’ bottom lip which was sort of jutting out more than usual (God, how could he even get it to do that!) and was a bit wet because Kris kept licking it. Yes, Adam’s ‘pain’ was getting worse by the moment.
Adam cleared his throat. The small bunk was stifling hot all of a sudden and his breath didn’t actually seem to make it all the way to his lungs. He swallowed in a dry throat. His lips seemed to stick to his front teeth.
“Kris, WHAT THE FUCK?” Kris looked up suddenly and Adam realized he had actually spoken out loud.
Before Kris could misunderstand, before Adam died right there from not breathing and the heat and the ‘pain’ and just the intense closeness of the allness of Kris FUCKING Allen in all of his sexiness, Adam reached out and laid his hand on Kris’ belly.
Kris’ eyes opened in surprise and then slowly closed as he tipped his head back and let out a moan.
Adam stared. He was used to men responding to his touch, but never, ever, had someone melted under his hand like this.
Adam had seen this in his mind’s eye. He had imagined what Kris would look like on the verge of orgasm. Hell, he had jacked off to that picture more than once.
But, here, in the actual flesh, simply from the weigh of his hand on Kris’ belly? How was that even possible?
It started as an ache. Somewhere between the hip bones but too low to be an appendix threatening to rupture. Although Kris thought that might just be preferable.
He wondered if perhaps he had pulled a muscle. He wondered if it was that sketchy burrito stand they stopped at yesterday. He wondered when it would go away.
The thing was, it felt warm. It was a warm ache. And it throbbed. And tingled.
He tried to ignore it. He picked up his book, but the words blurred in front of his eyes.
He tried to stretch. He knew lots of stretches from many hours of baseball practice. He only ended up hitting his head against the side of his bunk, hard, twice, and still got no relief.
He went and sat on the toilet. Nothing happened. He just felt stupid. He decided it wasn’t the burrito after all.
He went back to his bunk and decided to massage the spot. That might just do the trick.
He reached down with his left hand and pushed deeply into his low abdomen. He started making small circular motions while breathing deeply.
Well that didn’t work. All it did was get the attention of his cock and he didn’t need that problem on top of the first problem.
He let out a loud sigh and THAT started the whole thing in motion.
Adam’s head appeared hanging down from the bunk above him. It was very funny to see him upside down. All the different lengths of hair creating a crazy black halo. He looked a bit like a dark, drunk, angel. Kris decided the look fit him.
“Kris, WHAT THE FUCK?”
“What do you mean?” But, Kris knew. He knew that he was acting strange. Shit, he felt strange so why wouldn’t he be acting strange.
Adams long arms joined his head in dangling from the upper bunk. It was like some sort of avant guarde puppet show. Adam was acting out Kris moving all around the bus. Adam’s hands were moving back and forth pretending to be feet. His hair was swaying left and right. Now Adam was acting out Kris trying to stretch. Adam passed on hitting his head, twice, hard, but made the sound of it with his foot against the wall of his bunk.
Kris was mightily impressed by the display and a little obsessive about how Adam’s face looked upside down. There was something incredible about his lips. The familiarity all gone; they became something other than ‘just Adam’s lips - seen them a million times - nothing to see here - keep moving’ they became their own sort of life form. Kris couldn’t take his eyes away.
Adam was coming to the end of his pantomime now. But, he was so wound up that when he let out the big sigh he almost fell off his bunk. The spiraling arms and whipping hair made Kris laugh hard and loud. The sound just about kept Adam from regaining his balance, it was so unexpected. Kris wasn’t typically loud.
“So, Kris, WHAT THE FUCK?”
Kris decided to confide in Adam.
“I have a pain.”
Adam immediately did a midair twisting flip that would have made Greg Louganis proud (and appreciative of the view) and landed beside Kris in his bunk.
“What do you mean a pain?” Adam was seriously concerned his hand reaching for Kris’ phone to dial the doctor.
“Well, I have a warm tingle right here that won’t go away.” Kris pointed to the area just below his belly button.
Kris kept talking and telling Adam all the things he had done to try and relive the ‘pain’, but Adam knew better. Adam REALLY knew better because Adam had the same sort of pain and it certainly wasn’t any sort of sympathy pain.
No, Adam wasn’t listening. He wasn’t listening even one little bit, because Adam’s ‘pain’ was growing. He was staring at Kris’ bottom lip which was sort of jutting out more than usual (God, how could he even get it to do that!) and was a bit wet because Kris kept licking it. Yes, Adam’s ‘pain’ was getting worse by the moment.
Adam cleared his throat. The small bunk was stifling hot all of a sudden and his breath didn’t actually seem to make it all the way to his lungs. He swallowed in a dry throat. His lips seemed to stick to his front teeth.
“Kris, WHAT THE FUCK?” Kris looked up suddenly and Adam realized he had actually spoken out loud.
Before Kris could misunderstand, before Adam died right there from not breathing and the heat and the ‘pain’ and just the intense closeness of the allness of Kris FUCKING Allen in all of his sexiness, Adam reached out and laid his hand on Kris’ belly.
Kris’ eyes opened in surprise and then slowly closed as he tipped his head back and let out a moan.
Adam stared. He was used to men responding to his touch, but never, ever, had someone melted under his hand like this.
Adam had seen this in his mind’s eye. He had imagined what Kris would look like on the verge of orgasm. Hell, he had jacked off to that picture more than once.
But, here, in the actual flesh, simply from the weigh of his hand on Kris’ belly? How was that even possible?