Fic: It All Falls Away
Title: It All Falls Away
Author: neednotwant
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1235 now 1360 (ETA: apparently i lose paragraphs when posting /o\)
Summary: Club!fic. Kinda. Very much plotless, but heyy established relationship.
Notes: Written for "body: ears" on my kissbingo. Thank you akavertigo for always encouraging (improving) my random bits of fic. I guess I finally finished something? <3 All mistakes are completely my own.
ETA: This fic now has art! By the lovely aneas . ♥
They’re wrapped around each other in a cocoon of heat, sweat, and cologne. His arms are around Adam’s neck and his face is tipped back, eyes shut against the flashing lights. He sways, tingling from the music that thrums through Adam’s body, vibrating under his own skin. It runs from his toes to his ears, even beneath his eyelids. Adam’s nose travels a path down his neck and over his shoulders and he tangles his fingers in Adam’s hair, blissed out.
They don’t do this as often as people think: hitting a club. It is just really difficult to say no to Adam when that large warm hand is sneaking into the front of his jeans, cupping him firmly, moist lips mouthing please baby, please, hot against his ear. It is impossible to stick to his guns when Adam escalates his attempts at playing dirty.
Adam is saying something Kris can’t hear, so he leans in instead, resting his head against Adam’s chest, seeking out the beat of his heart. He turns after a while, mouthing at Adam’s nipple beneath the fabric of his shirt, a responsive moan reverberating through him and against the curve of his lips.
He runs his teeth lightly over the nub barely hidden beneath the thin black v-neck Adam has on, and when Adam reacts by grabbing his ass and hauling him even closer, it's his turn to let out an unintelligible noise. All the thick material separating them below the waist is a pain, right now, and shifting his hips is not giving him the friction he wants. Moving away from Adam's nipple he licks at the hairless skin up Adam's chest where it peeks out of the vee, salty from sweat and another slight bitterness. He remembers belatedly that there is glitter there, and that there is probably some on his tongue now.
It's a combination of alcohol, the music, and the presence of Adam that has him a little delirious right now, laughing against Adam's neck, carefree in a way both of them haven't been in a while. He chases the salty sweat up Adam's neck and tugs the flesh of his earlobe, sinking his teeth in until Adam reaches for him, thumb rubbing against his lower lip. Kris glances up and Adam has a look on his face, equal parts fondness and heat, and he nips Adam's thumb a little before rising to his toes and pressing his lips to Adam's.
Adam kisses back, just lips mouthing over his at first, sucking on his lower lip, a tease of tongue. Kris chases it with his own, slipping his into Adam's mouth, seeking out the slick slide of soft heat with a hint of vodka and lingering lime. He sucks Adam's tongue into his mouth, tasting and tasting until all that's left is Adam.
Hands travel down his back and over his ass, slipping further below until Kris can feel fingers tracing the inseams of his jeans. Featherlight touches, just running up and down, but each brush is amplified by the pulsing beat, in his ears like his own heart, in his mouth like Adam's tongue. Teasing him. Taking him. He breaks the kiss and pulls Adam's head closer.
"I need you," he groans against the side of Adam's face, lips brushing heated skin, slotting his legs between long slender ones. Adam drags him up, both hands on his ass now, and the angle is just right. His breath hitches at the first press of Adam's thigh, firm against his crotch. He can't help himself, rocking into it, pliant as Adam's mouth finds his again.
“Yes,” Adam says when he breaks away, and then there is a warm palm resting on his hip and a comfortable buzzing in his head where the noises have all started to fuse together. Kris takes it as an invitation; an instruction. He moves forward deliberately, feeling the drag of denim as well as the sharp intake of breath above his head. His fingers thread through the hair at the base of Adam’s neck, instinctive, and he gets a murmur of approval pressed to the side of his head in response.
He surges forward again, a definite pressure this time, and the moan he draws is unmistakable, shaken and raw, and he knows, that even in the low lighting of this place, Adam’s eyes are impossibly dark and unmistakably hungry. It's just them, in a sea of bodies, and he loves this part of it best of all. It's not the people or the surroundings of a crowded club, but the closeness he feels being there with Adam. The intimacy amidst the rush and the isolation of their cocoon.
Adam can't hear him, but he says it anyway, an I love you punctuated with a roll of his hips and an unwavering gaze. He catches the way Adam's throat works, swallowing thickly, the softness around his lips, shiny and pink from kissing. Adam leans forward and Kris feels something light skim across his cheek, and then Adam is nuzzling at the edge of his jaw and scraping his teeth along it. Words are spoken against his pulse point, and it's by some miraculous lull in the music that Kris manages to make out the word "fuck". He sags at little against Adam's body, achingly familiar against him, his fingers still twisted in tufts of black hair.
They aren't really dancing. Not anymore. It's barely even swaying, but he doesn't care. Neither of them do at this point, especially not when Kris untangles one hand and reaches between then to undo the button at the top of Adam's pants, dragging the zipper down and slipping his hand inside. The tremor that runs through Adam when Kris' fingers slide around his cock, lead him to the very same conclusion. Adam continues to nuzzle, pausing to suck painfully at the side of his neck when Kris brushes a fingertip across the slit, already damp and wanting. He could easily drop to his knees now, and god does he want to, but they both have their limits and that can always wait until they're home.
Instead he rocks up and slides back along Adam's thigh, intent with the pulse of the beat, fingers working harder between them, sliding further into Adam's pants until they are curled entirely around weight and heat and he can practically feel Adam's heartbeat in every place they're pressed together. He tightens the grip of his other hand, feels Adam hiss against his neck at the pull of hair and very nearly comes when Adam's teeth sink into his shoulder.
The beat changes, getting faster and faster, and it’s almost like the level of urgency heightens along with it. The bodies around them get closer - hotter - and Adam moves against his palm desperately, a frantic edge to the moans he’s breathing against Kris’ neck. They’re spiraling, up and up, and Kris stutters forward almost violently when he comes, keening helplessly when Adam thrusts against his hand a last time and Kris feels it all over his fingers, sticky and warm.
They stand like that for a minute, breathing and laughing into each other’s skin. When Adam pulls back, it’s to smile at him and press kisses to every inch of his face. Kris finds his bearings and slips his hand out, inhaling sharply when Adam raises his hand to his own lips. Kris glances about but no one seems to care, and it’s almost like they’re in some kind of parallel universe going completely unnoticed so Kris parts his lips and lets Adam guide his fingers between them. He sucks on them until they no longer taste like Adam and then presses up to his toes and gives it all right back, tongue sliding deep and lips bruising.
When he finally needs to breathe they both straighten up and Kris steps between Adam’s legs, flush against him and forehead against his chest. They stay like that until the music slows and there’s a lull long enough for Kris to say, “let’s go home”.
When they get home, they do it all over again.
Only this time, Kris gets to sink to his knees.
Author: neednotwant
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1235 now 1360 (ETA: apparently i lose paragraphs when posting /o\)
Summary: Club!fic. Kinda. Very much plotless, but heyy established relationship.
Notes: Written for "body: ears" on my kissbingo. Thank you akavertigo for always encouraging (improving) my random bits of fic. I guess I finally finished something? <3 All mistakes are completely my own.
ETA: This fic now has art! By the lovely aneas . ♥
They’re wrapped around each other in a cocoon of heat, sweat, and cologne. His arms are around Adam’s neck and his face is tipped back, eyes shut against the flashing lights. He sways, tingling from the music that thrums through Adam’s body, vibrating under his own skin. It runs from his toes to his ears, even beneath his eyelids. Adam’s nose travels a path down his neck and over his shoulders and he tangles his fingers in Adam’s hair, blissed out.
They don’t do this as often as people think: hitting a club. It is just really difficult to say no to Adam when that large warm hand is sneaking into the front of his jeans, cupping him firmly, moist lips mouthing please baby, please, hot against his ear. It is impossible to stick to his guns when Adam escalates his attempts at playing dirty.
Adam is saying something Kris can’t hear, so he leans in instead, resting his head against Adam’s chest, seeking out the beat of his heart. He turns after a while, mouthing at Adam’s nipple beneath the fabric of his shirt, a responsive moan reverberating through him and against the curve of his lips.
He runs his teeth lightly over the nub barely hidden beneath the thin black v-neck Adam has on, and when Adam reacts by grabbing his ass and hauling him even closer, it's his turn to let out an unintelligible noise. All the thick material separating them below the waist is a pain, right now, and shifting his hips is not giving him the friction he wants. Moving away from Adam's nipple he licks at the hairless skin up Adam's chest where it peeks out of the vee, salty from sweat and another slight bitterness. He remembers belatedly that there is glitter there, and that there is probably some on his tongue now.
It's a combination of alcohol, the music, and the presence of Adam that has him a little delirious right now, laughing against Adam's neck, carefree in a way both of them haven't been in a while. He chases the salty sweat up Adam's neck and tugs the flesh of his earlobe, sinking his teeth in until Adam reaches for him, thumb rubbing against his lower lip. Kris glances up and Adam has a look on his face, equal parts fondness and heat, and he nips Adam's thumb a little before rising to his toes and pressing his lips to Adam's.
Adam kisses back, just lips mouthing over his at first, sucking on his lower lip, a tease of tongue. Kris chases it with his own, slipping his into Adam's mouth, seeking out the slick slide of soft heat with a hint of vodka and lingering lime. He sucks Adam's tongue into his mouth, tasting and tasting until all that's left is Adam.
Hands travel down his back and over his ass, slipping further below until Kris can feel fingers tracing the inseams of his jeans. Featherlight touches, just running up and down, but each brush is amplified by the pulsing beat, in his ears like his own heart, in his mouth like Adam's tongue. Teasing him. Taking him. He breaks the kiss and pulls Adam's head closer.
"I need you," he groans against the side of Adam's face, lips brushing heated skin, slotting his legs between long slender ones. Adam drags him up, both hands on his ass now, and the angle is just right. His breath hitches at the first press of Adam's thigh, firm against his crotch. He can't help himself, rocking into it, pliant as Adam's mouth finds his again.
“Yes,” Adam says when he breaks away, and then there is a warm palm resting on his hip and a comfortable buzzing in his head where the noises have all started to fuse together. Kris takes it as an invitation; an instruction. He moves forward deliberately, feeling the drag of denim as well as the sharp intake of breath above his head. His fingers thread through the hair at the base of Adam’s neck, instinctive, and he gets a murmur of approval pressed to the side of his head in response.
He surges forward again, a definite pressure this time, and the moan he draws is unmistakable, shaken and raw, and he knows, that even in the low lighting of this place, Adam’s eyes are impossibly dark and unmistakably hungry. It's just them, in a sea of bodies, and he loves this part of it best of all. It's not the people or the surroundings of a crowded club, but the closeness he feels being there with Adam. The intimacy amidst the rush and the isolation of their cocoon.
Adam can't hear him, but he says it anyway, an I love you punctuated with a roll of his hips and an unwavering gaze. He catches the way Adam's throat works, swallowing thickly, the softness around his lips, shiny and pink from kissing. Adam leans forward and Kris feels something light skim across his cheek, and then Adam is nuzzling at the edge of his jaw and scraping his teeth along it. Words are spoken against his pulse point, and it's by some miraculous lull in the music that Kris manages to make out the word "fuck". He sags at little against Adam's body, achingly familiar against him, his fingers still twisted in tufts of black hair.
They aren't really dancing. Not anymore. It's barely even swaying, but he doesn't care. Neither of them do at this point, especially not when Kris untangles one hand and reaches between then to undo the button at the top of Adam's pants, dragging the zipper down and slipping his hand inside. The tremor that runs through Adam when Kris' fingers slide around his cock, lead him to the very same conclusion. Adam continues to nuzzle, pausing to suck painfully at the side of his neck when Kris brushes a fingertip across the slit, already damp and wanting. He could easily drop to his knees now, and god does he want to, but they both have their limits and that can always wait until they're home.
Instead he rocks up and slides back along Adam's thigh, intent with the pulse of the beat, fingers working harder between them, sliding further into Adam's pants until they are curled entirely around weight and heat and he can practically feel Adam's heartbeat in every place they're pressed together. He tightens the grip of his other hand, feels Adam hiss against his neck at the pull of hair and very nearly comes when Adam's teeth sink into his shoulder.
The beat changes, getting faster and faster, and it’s almost like the level of urgency heightens along with it. The bodies around them get closer - hotter - and Adam moves against his palm desperately, a frantic edge to the moans he’s breathing against Kris’ neck. They’re spiraling, up and up, and Kris stutters forward almost violently when he comes, keening helplessly when Adam thrusts against his hand a last time and Kris feels it all over his fingers, sticky and warm.
They stand like that for a minute, breathing and laughing into each other’s skin. When Adam pulls back, it’s to smile at him and press kisses to every inch of his face. Kris finds his bearings and slips his hand out, inhaling sharply when Adam raises his hand to his own lips. Kris glances about but no one seems to care, and it’s almost like they’re in some kind of parallel universe going completely unnoticed so Kris parts his lips and lets Adam guide his fingers between them. He sucks on them until they no longer taste like Adam and then presses up to his toes and gives it all right back, tongue sliding deep and lips bruising.
When he finally needs to breathe they both straighten up and Kris steps between Adam’s legs, flush against him and forehead against his chest. They stay like that until the music slows and there’s a lull long enough for Kris to say, “let’s go home”.
When they get home, they do it all over again.
Only this time, Kris gets to sink to his knees.