LOS DIABLOS (Part Three of Three)
LOS DIABLOS
Part Three of Three
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, foul language, infidelity
Genre: Romance/Drama/Erotica
Summary: On his last night in the city of angels, Kris was having trouble pinpointing where exactly he belonged. A hot encounter with a raven-haired stranger changes everything for him.
Disclaimers: I own nothing in this fic--with the exception of my own nonsense.
“Jesus, Kris”, Adam growled, reluctantly moving Kris’ hands away from his crotch. “If you don’t stop squeezing my dick, we’re not even going to make it into the car.”
“I’ve never felt anything so big”, Kris mumbled semi-drunkenly, staring forlornly at Adam’s abandoned groin. “It’s like your cock has magic powers or something.”
Adam burst out laughing. “You’re too much, Krissy. Yes, my cock has magic powers. You will witness its prowess later when you’re hands and knees down on my bed.”
Kris shivered involuntarily, nervous and excited at the same time. “You know…this isn’t how I expected to lose my virginity.”
“I wasn’t expecting to take a guy like you home”, Adam relinquished his hold on Kris to open the car door - it was a shiny blue Mustang - for him. “It’s always been some random skanky guy who simply wanted to get it on with me - which was fine given that I just wanted a fuck for the night - so I didn’t have to exercise the use of my conscience so much. Before we go any further, I have to ask you, Kris - is this really what you want?”
Kris felt his heart ache. Adam was looking at him in that kind, almost loving way, giving him a chance to wriggle out of the situation with the promise of forgiving him for it.
“Adam, the way you’re looking at me just makes me want it even more.”
“I’m glad”, Adam kissed his hand. “I don’t think I could take it if you said no.”
A blanket of silence spread over them as Adam pulled out of Basque’s parking area. It was a very comfortable silence, though, and Kris felt safe and happy. When Adam’s other hand wasn’t on the steering wheel, he placed it on Kris’ thigh. Occasionally, he would glance at Kris and give him that sweet, genuine smile, making Kris tingle all over.
Kris never wanted the night to end.
“Are we there yet?” he asked after what seemed like ten minutes.
“In maybe ten seconds, yes”, Adam replied as he maneuvered his Mustang into an empty parking space. “We can start in the elevator if no one’s in it.”
“Curse our luck”, Kris said somberly as he checked his watch. “It’s only ten, so there’ll still be people in the elevator. Elevator sex would have been really kinky.”
“I don’t want your first time to be in an elevator, though”, Adam was serious, looping an arm around Kris’ shoulders as he escorted him inside the lobby. “I wouldn’t have cared if you were some random one-night-stand, but the fact that we actually know things about each other besides the urge to fuck makes us more than random, right?”
“Right”, Kris smiled, burying his face into Adam’s shoulder. “And Kristopher Neil Allen gets huggle privileges, yes?”
“Yes, you do”, Adam chuckled, squeezing him tightly.
There were four other people who got into the elevator with them: a couple with their five-year-old son and an elderly woman. As the elevator doors shut - Adam had pressed nine on the panel - the little boy’s head immediately turned towards Adam, his eyes bright with curiosity.
“Adam, you have a fan”, Kris giggled, elbowing him in the ribs.
“Besides you?” Adam smirked.
“Ass”, Kris rolled his eyes affectionately, gesturing to the kid.
“Tristan, it’s not polite to stare!” the young woman chastised her son.
“I’m so sorry, sir”, the father turned to Adam, a cross between apologetic and overwhelmed. “It’s just that - well, he isn’t exactly used to…oh how do I say this -”
“It’s fine, sir”, Adam said quickly, not wanting the guy to have to struggle with words. “I know I look a little bizarre even for LA. I’m sure you meant no offense, and trust me, there would be none taken given the circumstances were different.”
The man looked relieved, and Adam took this as a cue that he was in the safety zone. He squatted down until he was eye-level with young Tristan, and smiled at the little boy.
“Hi, I’m Adam. Do you happen to like cookies?”
Suddenly less shy, little Tristan nodded. “Yeah, my mommy makes really yummy ones.”
“Chocolate chip?” Adam ventured.
“That’s my favorite!” Tristan was all smiles. “Is it your favorite, too?”
“Uh-huh”, Adam winked at him, fumbling in his jacket pocket for something. “And because you acted so brave by not running away from the glittery alien in the elevator, you deserve a reward. I may have crumbled them when I crashed my mother ship, but here you go.”
He handed Tristan a nearly pathetic-looking packet of Chips Ahoy! Cookies, which the boy accepted happily.
“This is our stop”, the mother informed them warmly when the elevator doors opened at the third floor. “Thank you so much, Mister Adam. I hope you have a pleasant evening.”
“Say thank you to the nice man, Tristan”, the father reminded his son, also smiling.
“Thank you, Mister Alien!” Tristan cheerfully waved goodbye to Adam. “Can I check out your spaceship when it’s fixed?”
“Sure thing, little guy”, Adam grinned before he pressed the ‘close’ button.
“…that was adorable, Adam”, Kris beamed at him. “You handled the entire situation perfectly.”
“Shucks”, Adam actually looked a little flustered. “Maybe I was trying to impress you, Kris. You just got a preview of the kind of father I’d be when we - oh, dang.”
Both of them nervously turned to the old lady, who simply smiled.
“Not to worry, boys. I’ve seen plenty of things like that in my time.”
She eventually got off at the fifth floor - which made Kris wonder why she lived so high up at her age - leaving them alone with their thoughts and desires. Instead, they were both staring up at the panel, waiting for the glowing red number to read ‘nine’.
Typically, it was Adam who broke the silence.
“We could have started making out at six, you know.”
Kris burst out laughing. Adam had sounded like six was so far away from nine on the number line.
“We’ll be there before we know it, anyway”, he pointed out.
“Yeah, I know”, Adam replaced his arm around Kris’ shoulder as the elevator went higher.
When they arrived at the ninth floor, Adam took Kris’ hand and led him to a door at the end of the hallway. The latter watched with interest as his companion fished a key from somewhere inside his boots and used it to unlock the door.
“Welcome to casa Adam”, the dark-haired man said in an awful, exaggerated French accent as he switched on the lights. “Please feel free to make yourself at home.”
Kris blinked. Adam’s entire apartment looked like a closet monster that vomited leather, glitter and a lot of other things he couldn’t identify.
“Your place looks like a man version of a Lisa Frank sticker album”, he blurted out.
“Yeah”, Adam said seriously. “I’ve been falling behind on my cleaning a bit.”
Kris stared at him incredulously and laughed, the sound of which was music to Adam’s ears. Unable to resist any longer, he reached for Kris and kissed him - hard.
Suddenly, they were falling back on Adam’s bed with the dark-haired man on top, hands clutching and groping everywhere, lips searing and bruising the other’s, both frantic with the need to simply touch. Adam’s tongue invaded Kris’ mouth in a way that was possessive yet tender at the same time, and Kris found himself reciprocating the passion in full force. He greedily ran his tongue over the roof of Adam’s mouth, wanting to drown himself in Adam’s taste. The dark-haired man’s lips found their way to his’ throat, suckling and nipping at the flesh there. Kris moaned encouragingly, tangling his fingers in Adam’s dark hair. If he had to die here and now, he would willingly go with God.
Well, not without taking Adam with him. Definitely not.
“Gotta get you out of this shirt”, Adam muttered, fumbling with the buttons of Kris’ plaid shirt. “God, I have never hated buttons more in my entire life. How many does this thing have?”
“Six, I think”, Kris giggled, moving his hands down to unzip Adam’s shiny silver jacket. “You’re one to speak, Mister Lambert. How many zippers does this thing have?”
“Oh, about a million”, Adam smirked. “But let me tell you that you only have to open one to get the whole thing to fall off, and it’s not the one in front.”
“Damn you and your complicated clothes”, Kris pouted, groping around Adam to find the actual zipper. “How do you live with these?”
“I can live with them because they’re gorgeous and awesome”, Adam replied, pulling Kris’ shirt off his arms. “And just so you know, I curse you for wearing an undershirt.”
“At least you know how to take it off!” Kris gave him a gentle whack to the head. “I can’t understand this - oh, I found the zipper! Wow, it goes diagonally, so cool…”
“You sound like a ten-year-old”, Adam chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to Kris’ temple. “I love it.”
Kris reddened, but chose to keep his mouth shut. Instead, he reached around Adam’s neck to work on the multitude of necklaces he was wearing, carefully removing them one by one.
“I guess I picked a wrong night to load up on the bling”, Adam said huskily, enjoying the brief feather-like touches Kris was leaving on the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to be so careful with them, though. You can always just toss them on the bureau.”
“But they might get lost”, Kris said knowingly, carefully coiling the necklaces to resemble little snakes before placing them on Adam’s bureau. “Or destroyed, which is not a good thing.”
“You’re always so careful with everything, aren’t you?”
“I can’t help it”, Kris said with a wry grin, now moving on to the removal of Adam’s cuffs and rings. “Your jewelry is just as much a part of you as anything else is.”
“…you’re breaking my heart, Kris Allen.”
Adam smiled sadly at Kris, stroking his cheek tenderly. In response, Kris grabbed both of his gloved hands and squeezed them tightly in his.
“I won’t”, he whispered, strangely dangerously close to crying. “I promise I won’t…”
A sole tear trickled down his cheek, and he quickly raised a hand to wipe it away. Adam beat him to it, though. He gently pulled Kris hand away and licked at the tear to stop it from falling.
“Don’t cry, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you. I’m here.”
“Oh, Adam…I - I don’t know what to say. I just, I just…”
“Hush”, Adam yanked his gloves off with his teeth before pressing an index finger to Kris’ lips. “You don’t have to say anything, my darling. I can see everything in your eyes. I understand everything all so well now.”
Kris choked back a sob, his hold on Adam desperate and vice-like. He wanted to ask Adam what it was that he saw and what it was that he understood, because Kris himself was completely and utterly confused. He felt so full and so empty at the same time, yet the sensation was wonderfully gratifying. Eventually, his sobs ceased and he fell silent once again. Sensing that Kris was alright, Adam extracted himself from the embrace, earning a whimper from the brunette. Smiling, he pressed a quick kiss to Kris’ lips, and then moved to the other end of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Kris mumbled.
“Finishing the stripping process”, Adam replied, sliding Kris’ Converse shoes off his feet and tossing them on the floor. “There’s a lot of you that I haven’t seen yet, and I intend to get a nice full view before I get to work.”
Kris propped himself up on his elbows so he could see what Adam was up to. The latter was now in the process of removing his snakeskin boots, which Kris found really intriguing. Those boots looked amazing on Adam, but they’d probably look ridiculous on any other person. He would have entertained the other thoughts running through his head, but Adam was crawling back into his embrace now, and he only felt too happy to oblige him.
“I missed you”, he giggled.
“What the fuck?” Adam raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I was only out of your arms for thirty seconds tops, I think.”
“Does it matter?” Kris blinked owlishly at him.
“You’re right, it doesn’t.”
Adam fed him another mind-blowing kiss, then pinned Kris’ arms over his head so he could strip off the tank top. Kris shivered slightly, feeling the cool air hit his skin.
“When did you turn on the aircon?” he managed to murmur.
“It’s centralized”, Adam replied, feathering soft kisses down his torso. “This place functions like a hotel. The aircon switches on along with the lights. If it’s too cold for you, I can switch it for the heater - though I’m not in the mood to get off you right now.”
“Don’t”, Kris held Adam prisoner in his embrace. “And I think the aircon’s going to be useful in the long run of tonight’s activities, yes?”
“Definitely”, Adam smirked. “And damn, Kris…you’re beautiful.”
“No, I’m not”, Kris muttered, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. “I’ve always been on the skinny side. Unfortunately, I can never be all lean muscle like you.”
“Nonsense”, Adam ran his lips over Kris’ ribcage. “I used to be on the pudgy side when I was younger. Besides, I like you the way you are. The fact that you’re smaller than I am gives me the very uplifting macho feeling that I can protect you.”
“Oh, you and your ego”, Kris rolled his eyes good-naturedly; fisting the hem of Adam’s shirt so he could pull it up. “I also take it that you like to talk a lot during sex.”
“Of course I do”, Adam grinned, allowing Kris to pull his shirt off. “Just not when my mouth is busy with more important things.”
“Really?” Kris murmured, letting his eyelids flutter closed. “Like what?”
“Oh, something like this.”
All rational thought left Kris as soon as Adam captured a nipple in his mouth. He gazed at Kris teasingly, not really doing anything yet, simply licking the stiffening peak of flesh ever so lightly.
“Adam”, Kris choked out. “Please…”
Giving in, Adam clamped his lips over the nipple and began to suck, smirking slightly as Kris’ breathing became more and more shallow. He moved his free hand to the other one, pinching and rolling it between his skilled fingertips. As for the latter, he was simply feeling everything, amazed at how the pleasure was coursing through his entire body despite the fact that Adam was only paying attention to one tiny part of his body. Desperate to give back some of that pleasure, he had his hands down Adam’s broad, muscled back, massaging him lightly. It suddenly dawned on him that this was his first sexual experience and the one working him was a man.
…and damn, it was all so unbelievably hot.
“Now, that is what I call art”, Adam smirked, admiring the flushed, swollen state of Kris’ nipples. “Bet you never thought that a man’s nipples could be a sort of g-spot, huh?”
“…that certainly was mind-blowing”, Kris panted, trying to catch his breath. “Wow, just, wow. You’re really something, Mister Adam Lambert.”
“And that’s just for starters”, Adam licked the entire length of his neck with one long swipe. “Things will get better as we move on, I promise.”
“Oh god, I feel like some student in a sex academy”, Kris stifled a giggle. “Hey, you’d make a very hot sex instructor, Adam.”
“Ooh, fantasy play”, Adam grinned, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of Kris’ jeans. “That sounds delightfully kinky, but not right now. First, we must get rid of the rest of our clothing. You have to know how wonderful lying naked with another man is.”
He moved down Kris’ body with a certain feline grace, stopping when he was level with Kris’ fly. Grinning at the brunette, he undid the top button, and then dragged the zipper down using his teeth. Kris propped himself up on his elbows to watch Adam work his magic, amazed at how one man could exude all the sexuality imaginable. He had never met such a character in his life, and he was certain that he would never meet anyone like Adam Lambert again.
“Oh my”, Adam murmured teasingly, rubbing the wet spot on Kris’ briefs with a finger. “Naughty little Kristopher is hard and wet. Should I do something about it, doll?”
“Oh, please”, Kris moaned, not minding that Adam had reduced his vocabulary to begging. “Please touch me, Adam…”
In one swift motion, Adam pulled down his jeans and underwear, letting Kris kick them off so he could have free reign. The Southern beau hissed as the cold air hit his leaking erection, wanting more than anything for Adam to do something about it. He sat up, reaching out to Adam, putting his hands on the dark-haired man’s hips, asking a silent question with his eyes.
“Go ahead”, Adam smiled.
Kris made quick work of the top part of Adam’s leather pants, revealing a pair of bright blue briefs. He had a bit of trouble pulling the pants down, though, and Adam ended up having to assist him there. When the pants were off, Kris rested his hands shyly on the garter of Adam’s briefs, suddenly feeling shy and self-conscious. Aside from the fact that he was about to strip the man he was going to sleep with, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the armadillo Adam was hiding in his underwear.
“…how big are you?” he managed to blurt out.
“The last time I checked I was about seven and a half inches long”, Adam said cheekily, putting his hands over Kris’ and sliding his briefs off. “But you can check for yourself.”
Kris stared at Adam’s cock, hard, leaking and curved up towards his taut stomach. Maybe the alcohol was still in his head or there really was a little whore inside him, but regardless of the reason, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips the head of Adam’s cock.
“Fuck”, Adam hissed. “I wasn’t counting on this, baby, but it’s oh so hot.”
Kris hadn’t been counting on it either, but the mere sight of Adam’s cock made him wonder how that hot rod of flesh would feel in his mouth. He licked around the head experimentally, savoring the odd taste of Adam’s pre-cum. Encouraged by Adam’s groans; he took in more of Adam’s cock until he felt it hit the back of his throat, sucking as hard as he could.
“Oh god, baby”, Adam moaned. “It feels so fucking good, but you have to stop. I feel like I’m going to cum, and I want to cum inside this damn fine ass of yours.”
Reluctantly, Kris pulled away, his lips slicked with a mix of saliva and cum. Laughing softly, Adam lowered himself onto Kris and kissed him, not minding the gunk on Kris’ lips. The kiss deepened and they melted into each other, a tangle of limbs, emotions and other things. Kris wound his arms around Adam’s neck, feeling more insistent and urgent. All he wanted to do was kiss Adam forever until they were literally a part of each other. Being with him gave Kris the excitement of winning the lottery and the comfort of coming home, which was the fulfillment he had been searching for nearly all his life.
“Adam, Adam”, he moaned desperately, not even sure of what he wanted.
“What is it, darling?” Adam asked soothingly, kissing the side of his face.
“I want more”, Kris replied softly, looking troubled. “I don’t know what it is that I want exactly, but I feel so exhilarated and I don’t want this to ever end.”
“Alright”, Adam kissed his forehead. “I’m going to open you up now. For that, I need you to get on your hands and knees with your ass raised, okay?”
Kris rolled over obediently, willing to do whatever Adam wanted him to. He plumped up the pillows a bit to make himself more comfortable, awaiting what Adam was going to do next, eagerness and nervousness fighting a little battle inside him.
“Oh sweetheart, you look hot like this”, Adam purred as he moved to kneel behind Kris. “Damn, this is hotter than any porn I’ve watched in my entire life.”
Kris felt Adam grab his hips and spread his ass cheeks open with his large hands, knowing full well what was going to come next. He had heard enough about gay sex to know that men fingered their partners to stretch their assholes, which Kris believed was way too small to accommodate large dicks.
Nothing, however, had prepared him for the moment Adam’s tongue drove deep into his asshole. It was strange, perverted and downright pornographic, but insanely pleasurable and dangerous at the same time. Adam immediately sensed that he was digging it, because he retracted his tongue and bathed the outer rim of Kris’ pucker with it, turning his partner’s legs to jelly. Kris groaned with pleasure and rocked back against Adam, a little desperate for even the slightest bit of friction. He was writhing like a salamander and moaning like a whore, his cock was leaking cum on the mattress, but he didn’t care. Adam Lambert was screwing him with his tongue and he fucking loved it.
“Baby, I’m going to stretch you with my fingers now, okay?” Adam sounded breathless.
“Yeah”, Kris exhaled, feeling pretty done in himself.
Adam coated his fingers with the lube, and then carefully slipped his index finger into Kris, not wanting to shock him by inserting two on the first try. He probed gently, massaging the walls of Kris’ most private place, getting him used to the intrusive feeling.
“You okay, honey? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“No, I’m okay”, Kris reassured him, smiling. “It feels a little strange, but it’ll get better, right?”
“I’ll make it better”, Adam promised. “I’m going to fuck so good that you’ll be begging for my cock for weeks.”
Kris moaned in anticipation at the prospect of Adam’s words, feeling the excitement escalate the butterflies in his stomach. The dark-haired man added a second finger, stretching Kris’ passage with a gentle scissoring manner. At the same time, he probed deeper, searching for the secret spot that would send Kris spiraling into his own personal supernova. Kris was snug and warm inside, and he just couldn’t wait to stick his cock inside. Suddenly, a moaning Kris pushed up against him, eyes wide with fascinated pleasure.
“…fuck, what was that?”
“You mean this?” Adam hissed, tapping lightly on Kris’ prostate. “It’s the prostate, darling, also known as the man’s g-spot.”
“Oh god”, Kris moaned, rocking harder against Adam. “Touch it more, Adam…please.”
Adam complied, shoving in a third finger, relentlessly tapping Kris’ prostate again and again. He exalted in the fact that he was the one exhausting all those precious pleasured expressions from Kris’ face and making him feel like he had attained sexual nirvana.
“I’m three fingers deep inside you, baby”, he growled. “Tell me, are you satisfied by that?”
Kris whimpered. Adam’s fingers felt great, but his body was telling him he needed something longer and thicker inside.
He wanted Adam to fuck him with his cock.
“I want…your cock”, he gasped pleadingly. “I need to feel you inside me, Adam.”
“Damn right you do.”
Adam withdrew his fingers, and then slicked himself with the lube. He actually struggled to put on the condom, which had never happened before.
Then again, he had never been so enamored with his partner before.
“Turn over”, he ordered huskily. “I want to see your face while we fuck.”
Kris rolled over on his back and spread his legs, guiding Adam in between them with greedy hands. Adam grazed his lips with a rough, sloppy kiss before getting on his knees and lining himself up with Kris’ hole.
“Kris, it’s going to hurt, but only for a little while. All you have to do is relax your muscles and breathe normally, okay? Do you think you can do that?”
“I’d be damned if I couldn’t”, Kris put his trembling arms around Adam’s neck. “All I know is that I want to be full of you. In fact, I want you to fill me up to the very brim so I can explode and see the stars for the first time.”
He was speaking in metaphors, but Adam knew exactly what he meant. He nudged Kris’ pucker with the head of his cock and slowly began to push in, relishing the velvety tightness that was greeting every inch he was feeding it.
“Adam, Adam”, Kris whimpered, grabbing Adam’s shoulders in a manner that was hard enough to bruise. “I just, I just - “
“Sshhhh”, Adam interrupted him soothingly, bending down to press a kiss to his temple. “You don’t have to talk, baby. All I want you to do is feel me.”
Kris tried to relax, allowing Adam to invade his body, filling him up bit by bit. The pain was hell and the pleasure was heaven, which brought him to the realization that extremes made so much sense in his relationship with Adam, who was always this and that at the same time. And when this and that met in the middle, an explosion was guaranteed.
“…I’m fully inside you now, Kris.”
Exhaling slowly, Kris let his eyes rove over Adam’s powerful naked form. He looked sexy and god-like towering over Kris with his hooded eyes and determined jaw, giving Kris the impression that he was feeling all the sensations that Kris was. His eyes moved down to where they were connected, and that unexplainable emotion came rushing back in full force.
“…move”, he whispered. “I’ll be okay.”
Adam carefully pulled out about an inch, and then pushed back in, nudging Kris’ prostate ever so gently. He settled into a slow, calm rhythm, repeating this process a few times. By now, Kris’ breathing had evened out. The pain had disappeared, and all he wanted to do was feel more. Biting his lip, he raised his ass and met Adam’s thrusts, moaning blissfully at the pleasure that was coursing through his body.
“Come on, Adam”, he urged the dark-haired man, “Give it to me harder.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words.”
Adam relinquished his grip on Kris’ hips and moved to grasp his ankles, yanking his legs even further apart. He pulled out all the way and pushed back in with one single thrust, sheathing himself fully in Kris. His thrusts were now hard, powerful and demanding, all of which Kris met with equal fervor. They were both panting harshly now, and their eyes were burning holes into each other’s, caught up in the intensity of their lovemaking. Kris practically screamed in ecstasy when Adam began stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, moaning with pleasure as Adam hit his prostate again and again. He felt like a phoenix in the flames, dying, turning into ashes and being reborn into paradise.
That was when he felt the explosion.
He felt as if his soul was pulled out from his body. For a few moments, he seemed to be floating in space among the stars, and all of a sudden, he was falling back down to earth, body and soul joining together once again in an explosive synapse.
And Adam was right there, smiling lovingly and ready to catch him.
“Adam, Adam, Adam…”
Spent, Kris lay boneless on the bed as Adam’s thrusts became quicker and more erratic. He watched in mute fascination as the dark-haired man came, his strong features softening as he emptied himself into Kris. Drawing in a deep breath, he collapsed into Kris’ warm embrace, utterly spent and completely satisfied.
“…that was amazing”, Kris whispered, stroking Adam’s bare back. “You were so amazing, Adam.”
“As were you, Kris. As were you.”
Adam eased his now flaccid cock out of Kris, then disposed of the used condom in the wastebasket next to his bed. He propped his chin up on his elbow, gazing lovingly at Kris by the light of the full moon. Kris smiled back just as lovingly, reaching out to cup Adam’s face.
“…what am I supposed to say?” he asked softly.
“Nothing”, Adam replied gently, rolling off Kris to curl around him. “The look in your eyes spoke volumes to me, Kris. What I saw in them was more than enough.”
Kris buried his face in the crook of Adam’s neck, desperately trying not to think. It wasn’t fair that he had to feel troubled about what tomorrow might bring right after experiencing the best thing that had ever happened to him. It wasn’t fair that things had to end this way.
“Sleep, Kris”, Adam said softly, wrapping his arms tightly around Kris as if sensing his agony. “I’m here, baby love. I’ve got you.”
And with those words, Kris did.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Dear Adam,
One thing I didn’t tell you last night was that I would be flying back to Arkansas at seven AM today. It didn’t slip my mind or anything, but I was scared that things would not have played out as well if I told you. Also, I didn’t have the guts to tell you in person. I would have probably bawled like a baby. I really wish I didn’t have to leave - believe me, I would have torn up my airline ticket in a heartbeat - but there are some things I have to take care of before I’m worthy enough to face you again, and you probably know what they are.
Last night was the best thing that ever happened to me. Thanks to you, I was able to open my heart and mind to a lot of new experiences. I have no regrets and last night’s events - especially the lovemaking - will always be in my heart. This isn’t a goodbye, though. I definitely want to come back and be with you - that is, if you’ll have me.
If you’re still open to the idea about ‘us’, then please come to the LA airport in two months’ time. There’s a bench right outside the arrival area exit, which means you’ll see me as soon as I come out. I can’t give you a definite date and time, but I have a feeling you’ll know. You’ve always been intuitive when it comes to me, anyway.
I have to cut this short since I’m shit scared that you might wake up. Please don’t be angry at me, Adam. Crazy as it may sound; you’re the one thing I desperately want to hold on to now. The only thing that’s going to make me perfectly happy is to be able to bury myself into your arms after two months because I’ll definitely be ready by then. Thank you again, Adam. Thank you for teaching me about falling in love. You were my angel in the city of demons.
Love always (and hopefully, forever),
Kris
Part Three of Three
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, foul language, infidelity
Genre: Romance/Drama/Erotica
Summary: On his last night in the city of angels, Kris was having trouble pinpointing where exactly he belonged. A hot encounter with a raven-haired stranger changes everything for him.
Disclaimers: I own nothing in this fic--with the exception of my own nonsense.
“Jesus, Kris”, Adam growled, reluctantly moving Kris’ hands away from his crotch. “If you don’t stop squeezing my dick, we’re not even going to make it into the car.”
“I’ve never felt anything so big”, Kris mumbled semi-drunkenly, staring forlornly at Adam’s abandoned groin. “It’s like your cock has magic powers or something.”
Adam burst out laughing. “You’re too much, Krissy. Yes, my cock has magic powers. You will witness its prowess later when you’re hands and knees down on my bed.”
Kris shivered involuntarily, nervous and excited at the same time. “You know…this isn’t how I expected to lose my virginity.”
“I wasn’t expecting to take a guy like you home”, Adam relinquished his hold on Kris to open the car door - it was a shiny blue Mustang - for him. “It’s always been some random skanky guy who simply wanted to get it on with me - which was fine given that I just wanted a fuck for the night - so I didn’t have to exercise the use of my conscience so much. Before we go any further, I have to ask you, Kris - is this really what you want?”
Kris felt his heart ache. Adam was looking at him in that kind, almost loving way, giving him a chance to wriggle out of the situation with the promise of forgiving him for it.
“Adam, the way you’re looking at me just makes me want it even more.”
“I’m glad”, Adam kissed his hand. “I don’t think I could take it if you said no.”
A blanket of silence spread over them as Adam pulled out of Basque’s parking area. It was a very comfortable silence, though, and Kris felt safe and happy. When Adam’s other hand wasn’t on the steering wheel, he placed it on Kris’ thigh. Occasionally, he would glance at Kris and give him that sweet, genuine smile, making Kris tingle all over.
Kris never wanted the night to end.
“Are we there yet?” he asked after what seemed like ten minutes.
“In maybe ten seconds, yes”, Adam replied as he maneuvered his Mustang into an empty parking space. “We can start in the elevator if no one’s in it.”
“Curse our luck”, Kris said somberly as he checked his watch. “It’s only ten, so there’ll still be people in the elevator. Elevator sex would have been really kinky.”
“I don’t want your first time to be in an elevator, though”, Adam was serious, looping an arm around Kris’ shoulders as he escorted him inside the lobby. “I wouldn’t have cared if you were some random one-night-stand, but the fact that we actually know things about each other besides the urge to fuck makes us more than random, right?”
“Right”, Kris smiled, burying his face into Adam’s shoulder. “And Kristopher Neil Allen gets huggle privileges, yes?”
“Yes, you do”, Adam chuckled, squeezing him tightly.
There were four other people who got into the elevator with them: a couple with their five-year-old son and an elderly woman. As the elevator doors shut - Adam had pressed nine on the panel - the little boy’s head immediately turned towards Adam, his eyes bright with curiosity.
“Adam, you have a fan”, Kris giggled, elbowing him in the ribs.
“Besides you?” Adam smirked.
“Ass”, Kris rolled his eyes affectionately, gesturing to the kid.
“Tristan, it’s not polite to stare!” the young woman chastised her son.
“I’m so sorry, sir”, the father turned to Adam, a cross between apologetic and overwhelmed. “It’s just that - well, he isn’t exactly used to…oh how do I say this -”
“It’s fine, sir”, Adam said quickly, not wanting the guy to have to struggle with words. “I know I look a little bizarre even for LA. I’m sure you meant no offense, and trust me, there would be none taken given the circumstances were different.”
The man looked relieved, and Adam took this as a cue that he was in the safety zone. He squatted down until he was eye-level with young Tristan, and smiled at the little boy.
“Hi, I’m Adam. Do you happen to like cookies?”
Suddenly less shy, little Tristan nodded. “Yeah, my mommy makes really yummy ones.”
“Chocolate chip?” Adam ventured.
“That’s my favorite!” Tristan was all smiles. “Is it your favorite, too?”
“Uh-huh”, Adam winked at him, fumbling in his jacket pocket for something. “And because you acted so brave by not running away from the glittery alien in the elevator, you deserve a reward. I may have crumbled them when I crashed my mother ship, but here you go.”
He handed Tristan a nearly pathetic-looking packet of Chips Ahoy! Cookies, which the boy accepted happily.
“This is our stop”, the mother informed them warmly when the elevator doors opened at the third floor. “Thank you so much, Mister Adam. I hope you have a pleasant evening.”
“Say thank you to the nice man, Tristan”, the father reminded his son, also smiling.
“Thank you, Mister Alien!” Tristan cheerfully waved goodbye to Adam. “Can I check out your spaceship when it’s fixed?”
“Sure thing, little guy”, Adam grinned before he pressed the ‘close’ button.
“…that was adorable, Adam”, Kris beamed at him. “You handled the entire situation perfectly.”
“Shucks”, Adam actually looked a little flustered. “Maybe I was trying to impress you, Kris. You just got a preview of the kind of father I’d be when we - oh, dang.”
Both of them nervously turned to the old lady, who simply smiled.
“Not to worry, boys. I’ve seen plenty of things like that in my time.”
She eventually got off at the fifth floor - which made Kris wonder why she lived so high up at her age - leaving them alone with their thoughts and desires. Instead, they were both staring up at the panel, waiting for the glowing red number to read ‘nine’.
Typically, it was Adam who broke the silence.
“We could have started making out at six, you know.”
Kris burst out laughing. Adam had sounded like six was so far away from nine on the number line.
“We’ll be there before we know it, anyway”, he pointed out.
“Yeah, I know”, Adam replaced his arm around Kris’ shoulder as the elevator went higher.
When they arrived at the ninth floor, Adam took Kris’ hand and led him to a door at the end of the hallway. The latter watched with interest as his companion fished a key from somewhere inside his boots and used it to unlock the door.
“Welcome to casa Adam”, the dark-haired man said in an awful, exaggerated French accent as he switched on the lights. “Please feel free to make yourself at home.”
Kris blinked. Adam’s entire apartment looked like a closet monster that vomited leather, glitter and a lot of other things he couldn’t identify.
“Your place looks like a man version of a Lisa Frank sticker album”, he blurted out.
“Yeah”, Adam said seriously. “I’ve been falling behind on my cleaning a bit.”
Kris stared at him incredulously and laughed, the sound of which was music to Adam’s ears. Unable to resist any longer, he reached for Kris and kissed him - hard.
Suddenly, they were falling back on Adam’s bed with the dark-haired man on top, hands clutching and groping everywhere, lips searing and bruising the other’s, both frantic with the need to simply touch. Adam’s tongue invaded Kris’ mouth in a way that was possessive yet tender at the same time, and Kris found himself reciprocating the passion in full force. He greedily ran his tongue over the roof of Adam’s mouth, wanting to drown himself in Adam’s taste. The dark-haired man’s lips found their way to his’ throat, suckling and nipping at the flesh there. Kris moaned encouragingly, tangling his fingers in Adam’s dark hair. If he had to die here and now, he would willingly go with God.
Well, not without taking Adam with him. Definitely not.
“Gotta get you out of this shirt”, Adam muttered, fumbling with the buttons of Kris’ plaid shirt. “God, I have never hated buttons more in my entire life. How many does this thing have?”
“Six, I think”, Kris giggled, moving his hands down to unzip Adam’s shiny silver jacket. “You’re one to speak, Mister Lambert. How many zippers does this thing have?”
“Oh, about a million”, Adam smirked. “But let me tell you that you only have to open one to get the whole thing to fall off, and it’s not the one in front.”
“Damn you and your complicated clothes”, Kris pouted, groping around Adam to find the actual zipper. “How do you live with these?”
“I can live with them because they’re gorgeous and awesome”, Adam replied, pulling Kris’ shirt off his arms. “And just so you know, I curse you for wearing an undershirt.”
“At least you know how to take it off!” Kris gave him a gentle whack to the head. “I can’t understand this - oh, I found the zipper! Wow, it goes diagonally, so cool…”
“You sound like a ten-year-old”, Adam chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to Kris’ temple. “I love it.”
Kris reddened, but chose to keep his mouth shut. Instead, he reached around Adam’s neck to work on the multitude of necklaces he was wearing, carefully removing them one by one.
“I guess I picked a wrong night to load up on the bling”, Adam said huskily, enjoying the brief feather-like touches Kris was leaving on the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to be so careful with them, though. You can always just toss them on the bureau.”
“But they might get lost”, Kris said knowingly, carefully coiling the necklaces to resemble little snakes before placing them on Adam’s bureau. “Or destroyed, which is not a good thing.”
“You’re always so careful with everything, aren’t you?”
“I can’t help it”, Kris said with a wry grin, now moving on to the removal of Adam’s cuffs and rings. “Your jewelry is just as much a part of you as anything else is.”
“…you’re breaking my heart, Kris Allen.”
Adam smiled sadly at Kris, stroking his cheek tenderly. In response, Kris grabbed both of his gloved hands and squeezed them tightly in his.
“I won’t”, he whispered, strangely dangerously close to crying. “I promise I won’t…”
A sole tear trickled down his cheek, and he quickly raised a hand to wipe it away. Adam beat him to it, though. He gently pulled Kris hand away and licked at the tear to stop it from falling.
“Don’t cry, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you. I’m here.”
“Oh, Adam…I - I don’t know what to say. I just, I just…”
“Hush”, Adam yanked his gloves off with his teeth before pressing an index finger to Kris’ lips. “You don’t have to say anything, my darling. I can see everything in your eyes. I understand everything all so well now.”
Kris choked back a sob, his hold on Adam desperate and vice-like. He wanted to ask Adam what it was that he saw and what it was that he understood, because Kris himself was completely and utterly confused. He felt so full and so empty at the same time, yet the sensation was wonderfully gratifying. Eventually, his sobs ceased and he fell silent once again. Sensing that Kris was alright, Adam extracted himself from the embrace, earning a whimper from the brunette. Smiling, he pressed a quick kiss to Kris’ lips, and then moved to the other end of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Kris mumbled.
“Finishing the stripping process”, Adam replied, sliding Kris’ Converse shoes off his feet and tossing them on the floor. “There’s a lot of you that I haven’t seen yet, and I intend to get a nice full view before I get to work.”
Kris propped himself up on his elbows so he could see what Adam was up to. The latter was now in the process of removing his snakeskin boots, which Kris found really intriguing. Those boots looked amazing on Adam, but they’d probably look ridiculous on any other person. He would have entertained the other thoughts running through his head, but Adam was crawling back into his embrace now, and he only felt too happy to oblige him.
“I missed you”, he giggled.
“What the fuck?” Adam raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I was only out of your arms for thirty seconds tops, I think.”
“Does it matter?” Kris blinked owlishly at him.
“You’re right, it doesn’t.”
Adam fed him another mind-blowing kiss, then pinned Kris’ arms over his head so he could strip off the tank top. Kris shivered slightly, feeling the cool air hit his skin.
“When did you turn on the aircon?” he managed to murmur.
“It’s centralized”, Adam replied, feathering soft kisses down his torso. “This place functions like a hotel. The aircon switches on along with the lights. If it’s too cold for you, I can switch it for the heater - though I’m not in the mood to get off you right now.”
“Don’t”, Kris held Adam prisoner in his embrace. “And I think the aircon’s going to be useful in the long run of tonight’s activities, yes?”
“Definitely”, Adam smirked. “And damn, Kris…you’re beautiful.”
“No, I’m not”, Kris muttered, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. “I’ve always been on the skinny side. Unfortunately, I can never be all lean muscle like you.”
“Nonsense”, Adam ran his lips over Kris’ ribcage. “I used to be on the pudgy side when I was younger. Besides, I like you the way you are. The fact that you’re smaller than I am gives me the very uplifting macho feeling that I can protect you.”
“Oh, you and your ego”, Kris rolled his eyes good-naturedly; fisting the hem of Adam’s shirt so he could pull it up. “I also take it that you like to talk a lot during sex.”
“Of course I do”, Adam grinned, allowing Kris to pull his shirt off. “Just not when my mouth is busy with more important things.”
“Really?” Kris murmured, letting his eyelids flutter closed. “Like what?”
“Oh, something like this.”
All rational thought left Kris as soon as Adam captured a nipple in his mouth. He gazed at Kris teasingly, not really doing anything yet, simply licking the stiffening peak of flesh ever so lightly.
“Adam”, Kris choked out. “Please…”
Giving in, Adam clamped his lips over the nipple and began to suck, smirking slightly as Kris’ breathing became more and more shallow. He moved his free hand to the other one, pinching and rolling it between his skilled fingertips. As for the latter, he was simply feeling everything, amazed at how the pleasure was coursing through his entire body despite the fact that Adam was only paying attention to one tiny part of his body. Desperate to give back some of that pleasure, he had his hands down Adam’s broad, muscled back, massaging him lightly. It suddenly dawned on him that this was his first sexual experience and the one working him was a man.
…and damn, it was all so unbelievably hot.
“Now, that is what I call art”, Adam smirked, admiring the flushed, swollen state of Kris’ nipples. “Bet you never thought that a man’s nipples could be a sort of g-spot, huh?”
“…that certainly was mind-blowing”, Kris panted, trying to catch his breath. “Wow, just, wow. You’re really something, Mister Adam Lambert.”
“And that’s just for starters”, Adam licked the entire length of his neck with one long swipe. “Things will get better as we move on, I promise.”
“Oh god, I feel like some student in a sex academy”, Kris stifled a giggle. “Hey, you’d make a very hot sex instructor, Adam.”
“Ooh, fantasy play”, Adam grinned, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of Kris’ jeans. “That sounds delightfully kinky, but not right now. First, we must get rid of the rest of our clothing. You have to know how wonderful lying naked with another man is.”
He moved down Kris’ body with a certain feline grace, stopping when he was level with Kris’ fly. Grinning at the brunette, he undid the top button, and then dragged the zipper down using his teeth. Kris propped himself up on his elbows to watch Adam work his magic, amazed at how one man could exude all the sexuality imaginable. He had never met such a character in his life, and he was certain that he would never meet anyone like Adam Lambert again.
“Oh my”, Adam murmured teasingly, rubbing the wet spot on Kris’ briefs with a finger. “Naughty little Kristopher is hard and wet. Should I do something about it, doll?”
“Oh, please”, Kris moaned, not minding that Adam had reduced his vocabulary to begging. “Please touch me, Adam…”
In one swift motion, Adam pulled down his jeans and underwear, letting Kris kick them off so he could have free reign. The Southern beau hissed as the cold air hit his leaking erection, wanting more than anything for Adam to do something about it. He sat up, reaching out to Adam, putting his hands on the dark-haired man’s hips, asking a silent question with his eyes.
“Go ahead”, Adam smiled.
Kris made quick work of the top part of Adam’s leather pants, revealing a pair of bright blue briefs. He had a bit of trouble pulling the pants down, though, and Adam ended up having to assist him there. When the pants were off, Kris rested his hands shyly on the garter of Adam’s briefs, suddenly feeling shy and self-conscious. Aside from the fact that he was about to strip the man he was going to sleep with, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the armadillo Adam was hiding in his underwear.
“…how big are you?” he managed to blurt out.
“The last time I checked I was about seven and a half inches long”, Adam said cheekily, putting his hands over Kris’ and sliding his briefs off. “But you can check for yourself.”
Kris stared at Adam’s cock, hard, leaking and curved up towards his taut stomach. Maybe the alcohol was still in his head or there really was a little whore inside him, but regardless of the reason, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips the head of Adam’s cock.
“Fuck”, Adam hissed. “I wasn’t counting on this, baby, but it’s oh so hot.”
Kris hadn’t been counting on it either, but the mere sight of Adam’s cock made him wonder how that hot rod of flesh would feel in his mouth. He licked around the head experimentally, savoring the odd taste of Adam’s pre-cum. Encouraged by Adam’s groans; he took in more of Adam’s cock until he felt it hit the back of his throat, sucking as hard as he could.
“Oh god, baby”, Adam moaned. “It feels so fucking good, but you have to stop. I feel like I’m going to cum, and I want to cum inside this damn fine ass of yours.”
Reluctantly, Kris pulled away, his lips slicked with a mix of saliva and cum. Laughing softly, Adam lowered himself onto Kris and kissed him, not minding the gunk on Kris’ lips. The kiss deepened and they melted into each other, a tangle of limbs, emotions and other things. Kris wound his arms around Adam’s neck, feeling more insistent and urgent. All he wanted to do was kiss Adam forever until they were literally a part of each other. Being with him gave Kris the excitement of winning the lottery and the comfort of coming home, which was the fulfillment he had been searching for nearly all his life.
“Adam, Adam”, he moaned desperately, not even sure of what he wanted.
“What is it, darling?” Adam asked soothingly, kissing the side of his face.
“I want more”, Kris replied softly, looking troubled. “I don’t know what it is that I want exactly, but I feel so exhilarated and I don’t want this to ever end.”
“Alright”, Adam kissed his forehead. “I’m going to open you up now. For that, I need you to get on your hands and knees with your ass raised, okay?”
Kris rolled over obediently, willing to do whatever Adam wanted him to. He plumped up the pillows a bit to make himself more comfortable, awaiting what Adam was going to do next, eagerness and nervousness fighting a little battle inside him.
“Oh sweetheart, you look hot like this”, Adam purred as he moved to kneel behind Kris. “Damn, this is hotter than any porn I’ve watched in my entire life.”
Kris felt Adam grab his hips and spread his ass cheeks open with his large hands, knowing full well what was going to come next. He had heard enough about gay sex to know that men fingered their partners to stretch their assholes, which Kris believed was way too small to accommodate large dicks.
Nothing, however, had prepared him for the moment Adam’s tongue drove deep into his asshole. It was strange, perverted and downright pornographic, but insanely pleasurable and dangerous at the same time. Adam immediately sensed that he was digging it, because he retracted his tongue and bathed the outer rim of Kris’ pucker with it, turning his partner’s legs to jelly. Kris groaned with pleasure and rocked back against Adam, a little desperate for even the slightest bit of friction. He was writhing like a salamander and moaning like a whore, his cock was leaking cum on the mattress, but he didn’t care. Adam Lambert was screwing him with his tongue and he fucking loved it.
“Baby, I’m going to stretch you with my fingers now, okay?” Adam sounded breathless.
“Yeah”, Kris exhaled, feeling pretty done in himself.
Adam coated his fingers with the lube, and then carefully slipped his index finger into Kris, not wanting to shock him by inserting two on the first try. He probed gently, massaging the walls of Kris’ most private place, getting him used to the intrusive feeling.
“You okay, honey? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“No, I’m okay”, Kris reassured him, smiling. “It feels a little strange, but it’ll get better, right?”
“I’ll make it better”, Adam promised. “I’m going to fuck so good that you’ll be begging for my cock for weeks.”
Kris moaned in anticipation at the prospect of Adam’s words, feeling the excitement escalate the butterflies in his stomach. The dark-haired man added a second finger, stretching Kris’ passage with a gentle scissoring manner. At the same time, he probed deeper, searching for the secret spot that would send Kris spiraling into his own personal supernova. Kris was snug and warm inside, and he just couldn’t wait to stick his cock inside. Suddenly, a moaning Kris pushed up against him, eyes wide with fascinated pleasure.
“…fuck, what was that?”
“You mean this?” Adam hissed, tapping lightly on Kris’ prostate. “It’s the prostate, darling, also known as the man’s g-spot.”
“Oh god”, Kris moaned, rocking harder against Adam. “Touch it more, Adam…please.”
Adam complied, shoving in a third finger, relentlessly tapping Kris’ prostate again and again. He exalted in the fact that he was the one exhausting all those precious pleasured expressions from Kris’ face and making him feel like he had attained sexual nirvana.
“I’m three fingers deep inside you, baby”, he growled. “Tell me, are you satisfied by that?”
Kris whimpered. Adam’s fingers felt great, but his body was telling him he needed something longer and thicker inside.
He wanted Adam to fuck him with his cock.
“I want…your cock”, he gasped pleadingly. “I need to feel you inside me, Adam.”
“Damn right you do.”
Adam withdrew his fingers, and then slicked himself with the lube. He actually struggled to put on the condom, which had never happened before.
Then again, he had never been so enamored with his partner before.
“Turn over”, he ordered huskily. “I want to see your face while we fuck.”
Kris rolled over on his back and spread his legs, guiding Adam in between them with greedy hands. Adam grazed his lips with a rough, sloppy kiss before getting on his knees and lining himself up with Kris’ hole.
“Kris, it’s going to hurt, but only for a little while. All you have to do is relax your muscles and breathe normally, okay? Do you think you can do that?”
“I’d be damned if I couldn’t”, Kris put his trembling arms around Adam’s neck. “All I know is that I want to be full of you. In fact, I want you to fill me up to the very brim so I can explode and see the stars for the first time.”
He was speaking in metaphors, but Adam knew exactly what he meant. He nudged Kris’ pucker with the head of his cock and slowly began to push in, relishing the velvety tightness that was greeting every inch he was feeding it.
“Adam, Adam”, Kris whimpered, grabbing Adam’s shoulders in a manner that was hard enough to bruise. “I just, I just - “
“Sshhhh”, Adam interrupted him soothingly, bending down to press a kiss to his temple. “You don’t have to talk, baby. All I want you to do is feel me.”
Kris tried to relax, allowing Adam to invade his body, filling him up bit by bit. The pain was hell and the pleasure was heaven, which brought him to the realization that extremes made so much sense in his relationship with Adam, who was always this and that at the same time. And when this and that met in the middle, an explosion was guaranteed.
“…I’m fully inside you now, Kris.”
Exhaling slowly, Kris let his eyes rove over Adam’s powerful naked form. He looked sexy and god-like towering over Kris with his hooded eyes and determined jaw, giving Kris the impression that he was feeling all the sensations that Kris was. His eyes moved down to where they were connected, and that unexplainable emotion came rushing back in full force.
“…move”, he whispered. “I’ll be okay.”
Adam carefully pulled out about an inch, and then pushed back in, nudging Kris’ prostate ever so gently. He settled into a slow, calm rhythm, repeating this process a few times. By now, Kris’ breathing had evened out. The pain had disappeared, and all he wanted to do was feel more. Biting his lip, he raised his ass and met Adam’s thrusts, moaning blissfully at the pleasure that was coursing through his body.
“Come on, Adam”, he urged the dark-haired man, “Give it to me harder.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words.”
Adam relinquished his grip on Kris’ hips and moved to grasp his ankles, yanking his legs even further apart. He pulled out all the way and pushed back in with one single thrust, sheathing himself fully in Kris. His thrusts were now hard, powerful and demanding, all of which Kris met with equal fervor. They were both panting harshly now, and their eyes were burning holes into each other’s, caught up in the intensity of their lovemaking. Kris practically screamed in ecstasy when Adam began stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, moaning with pleasure as Adam hit his prostate again and again. He felt like a phoenix in the flames, dying, turning into ashes and being reborn into paradise.
That was when he felt the explosion.
He felt as if his soul was pulled out from his body. For a few moments, he seemed to be floating in space among the stars, and all of a sudden, he was falling back down to earth, body and soul joining together once again in an explosive synapse.
And Adam was right there, smiling lovingly and ready to catch him.
“Adam, Adam, Adam…”
Spent, Kris lay boneless on the bed as Adam’s thrusts became quicker and more erratic. He watched in mute fascination as the dark-haired man came, his strong features softening as he emptied himself into Kris. Drawing in a deep breath, he collapsed into Kris’ warm embrace, utterly spent and completely satisfied.
“…that was amazing”, Kris whispered, stroking Adam’s bare back. “You were so amazing, Adam.”
“As were you, Kris. As were you.”
Adam eased his now flaccid cock out of Kris, then disposed of the used condom in the wastebasket next to his bed. He propped his chin up on his elbow, gazing lovingly at Kris by the light of the full moon. Kris smiled back just as lovingly, reaching out to cup Adam’s face.
“…what am I supposed to say?” he asked softly.
“Nothing”, Adam replied gently, rolling off Kris to curl around him. “The look in your eyes spoke volumes to me, Kris. What I saw in them was more than enough.”
Kris buried his face in the crook of Adam’s neck, desperately trying not to think. It wasn’t fair that he had to feel troubled about what tomorrow might bring right after experiencing the best thing that had ever happened to him. It wasn’t fair that things had to end this way.
“Sleep, Kris”, Adam said softly, wrapping his arms tightly around Kris as if sensing his agony. “I’m here, baby love. I’ve got you.”
And with those words, Kris did.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Dear Adam,
One thing I didn’t tell you last night was that I would be flying back to Arkansas at seven AM today. It didn’t slip my mind or anything, but I was scared that things would not have played out as well if I told you. Also, I didn’t have the guts to tell you in person. I would have probably bawled like a baby. I really wish I didn’t have to leave - believe me, I would have torn up my airline ticket in a heartbeat - but there are some things I have to take care of before I’m worthy enough to face you again, and you probably know what they are.
Last night was the best thing that ever happened to me. Thanks to you, I was able to open my heart and mind to a lot of new experiences. I have no regrets and last night’s events - especially the lovemaking - will always be in my heart. This isn’t a goodbye, though. I definitely want to come back and be with you - that is, if you’ll have me.
If you’re still open to the idea about ‘us’, then please come to the LA airport in two months’ time. There’s a bench right outside the arrival area exit, which means you’ll see me as soon as I come out. I can’t give you a definite date and time, but I have a feeling you’ll know. You’ve always been intuitive when it comes to me, anyway.
I have to cut this short since I’m shit scared that you might wake up. Please don’t be angry at me, Adam. Crazy as it may sound; you’re the one thing I desperately want to hold on to now. The only thing that’s going to make me perfectly happy is to be able to bury myself into your arms after two months because I’ll definitely be ready by then. Thank you again, Adam. Thank you for teaching me about falling in love. You were my angel in the city of demons.
Love always (and hopefully, forever),
Kris