Books, Glitter, and Hearts of Foam 9/?
Title: Books, Glitter and Hearts of Foam 9/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boy’s get to their date.
Warnings: M/M sexy times, cussing.
Notes: And here’s long chapter to make up for the two pages worth I had last time. Sorry for the long wait I’ve been having… difficulties with a family member and thus used most of my energy not to kill him. Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone, as well.
Kris ended up stuck in the stock room for the rest of the week, and Adam made sure that he would grab an extra cookie or muffin or whatever Kris would want before he left to sneak off into the room. Then they would spend most of the time with Adam handing Kris a book out of the new boxes while listening to songs that they would sing along with - sometimes Kris would drop down with Adam or Adam would perch himself on Kris’ lap and they’d have these fantastic make-out sessions with the music.
When Friday came by, Kris only dropped in to stay at the café for a few hours, read a book that he took from his usual shelves, then kissed Adam before he left with Katy for god-knows-what. As soon as he disappeared out the doors Adam huffed and leaned against the counter. “Alli, I think I’m in love.”
She scoffed, settling the freshly baked cookies and coffee cakes into the display case. “I could’ve told you that, Adam.”
He shook his head. “No, I mean like… Really. Not some puppy love thing that may or may not disappear within the week.” He shuddered. “God, I can’t even think of not having Kris anymore…” He sighed. “I’m a wreck over a guy I’ve known for less than a month.” He turned his head toward her a little. “Is that pathetic?”
She chuckled. “Just a little.” She turned toward him and rolled her eyes, smacking his hip with the cookie sheet. “Don’t pout! It’s sweet, in one of those romantic comedy ways.” She shifted against the counter by him, crossing her arms. “It’s like… When you met Kris, your soul just kinda knew and the rest is just now catching up.”
Adam thought for a few minutes, thinking of how when he first saw Kris he felt happier than he’d been in weeks, and when their fingers brush it felt like he was kind of soaring. He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I get it.” He sighed happily and snatched a cinnamon chip scone from the case before skipping off to the break room.
Adam woke up on Saturday, smiling more than was possibly healthy, and jumping out of the bed to get everything ready for when Kris would come by. He checked his phone first thing, seeing no text messages or calls, then sighing and picking up his ipod. He put in an ear bud and started singing softly to his lover’s voice, then set up the main room for the event he had planned.
After all that was done he packed up a suit bag with his nicest shirt, jeans and accessories, redid his black nails and slipped his makeup kit in the bottom of the bag, then got dressed in his work clothes and sped off to make sure he got there well before Kris. Thankfully, he didn’t see Kris’ car when he pulled into the parking lot so he pulled the suit bag out and rushed into the store to put it into his shared locker with Alli before tying on his apron and walking out to the café.
“I smell a romantic gesture.” Alli muttered as she came back from the back room, grinning. “You had a suit in the locker, Adam. What exactly are you planning for Krissy?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing much.” He smiled as Kris walked in, Katy at his side fussing about something. “And it was not a suit now no more talking about this since Kris is here.” He rushed out before straightening up with a grin. “Hi lover.” He reached over the counter and pressed their lips together, delighting in the small sound of appreciation from Kris. “Excited for tonight?”
Kris nodded. “I have absolutely no idea what your planning and it’s awesome.” He laughed then looked to Katy, who gave him a small wink before rushing off to Cale just walking into the store. “I might have a bit of a surprise for you, too.” He whispered, nipping at Adam’s jaw and sending these tentative flutters through his stomach.
“Well…” Alli muttered, giggling a little. “I just remembered I have to go get the flour from the back room so I’ll leave you two alone.” Adam turned to see her winking at him and gesturing to the counter for some reason before she left, then he turned back to Kris to see the shorter man trying to hop onto the counter.
Adam chuckled and pulled him up, pushing his legs apart and settling in between them. “Happy now?”
Kris pouted for a bit then giggled. “Much.” He wrapped his tiny arms around Adam’s waist and peppered kisses all along his neck. “Missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” He muttered, weaving his hands into Kris’ hair. “Now lips, gimme.” Kris laughed again before obliging, leaning up the slightest bit to press their mouths together and seconds later tongue wrestling and practically grinding against each other.
“Geez, you guys seriously need to get laid.” Adam yelped as he almost dropped Kris, then looked up to see Katy smirking at them.
“You really need to not do that.”
“What?” She looked up at two pairs of glaring eyes innocently. “Sneak up on you playing tonsil hockey or interrupt you playing tonsil hockey?”
“Both.” They snapped at the same time.
She held her hands up in defense. “Fine, okay.” She sighed. “You should probably take my advice though-Hey!” She yelled as a bundle of napkins bounced off her head. “You two are insufferable.”
Kris snickered, pressing another kiss to Adam‘s lips, jaw and neck. “Kay Kate, whatever you say.”
Adam pulled Kris into him again, placing a chaste kiss to his lips then helping him over on the other side of the counter and starting on his coffee.
Katy rolled her eyes then leaned against the counter, watching as Cale walked around behind the counter. “So Halloween’s coming up.” She looked up to the couple making heart eyes at each other a smiled. “Any plans?”
“Nope.” Kris muttered at the same time that Adam nodded excitedly. “Yeah, always go clubbing for Halloween. Got my costume all ready and everything.” He looked to Kris and smiled. “You should come with me.”
Kris chuckled. “I have work on Halloween.” He thought for a few moments. “I think I actually have candy duty most of the day…”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Well yeah, I do to, but I’m pretty sure we can find a way to get off early.” He nipped at Kris’ neck as he handed the cup off, leaning down to whisper in the smaller man’s ear. “You could be my tasty victim, babe.”
Kris shuddered as Adam’s tongue trailed up a tendon, nearly dropping his cup and chuckled shakily. “W-what are you going to be, exactly?”
Adam’s eyes narrowed and he grinned wickedly. “Glampire, baby.” He snapped his teeth at Kris and giggled at the scared, doe-eyed expression he got. “Relax, I’m just playing.” He pressed a kiss to Kris’ lips and grinned. “I’ll see you later, try not to get in trouble.”
Kris nodded dumbly and kept staring at Adam as Katy pulled him away, talking his ear off about something he couldn’t pay attention to. Seeing as his mind was still wrapped around images of a vampire Adam licking, biting and suckling at his neck.
Kris stood watching the clock in the café, waiting for the hands to hit six thirty. It would be when he’d be able to run back to his locker, grab the clothes Katy bought him, and try to clean up as well he could for their date… or whatever it was that Adam was planning. He smiled when the clock hands finally lined up and shoved the book he was holding onto the shelf, then ran off to the locker room to get ready.
He grabbed the bags and ran into the bathroom for a decent sized mirror, then threw off his work clothes, pulled on the nice, dark blue button-up, the black slacks and pulled the gel out to run through his hair, making it messy and ‘sexy’, as Katy dubbed him earlier. He grinned after he took a look in the mirror then rushed into the parking lot, threw the bags in the back seat, checked on his guitar and made his way to Adam’s apartment.
When the door opened to reveal Adam - dressed deliciously in tight jeans, a black shirt hugging his chest with the top few buttons undone, and several necklaces hanging over the bare, freckled skin - he could smell vanilla and lavender and lilies, see almost complete darkness aside from a sliver of light flickering on the wall behind Adam’s head. And then he saw Adam’s face. He knew Adam usually wore cover-up, he just couldn’t see how he could have so many freckles everywhere else - he wanted to find out if he even had freckles down there - and he even wore eyeliner most days. But now, there was a deep, almost black, glittery blue eye shadow, licking up from the corner of his eye, and a light shimmer to his lips - lip gloss.
Kris groaned and stared at him, not wanting to move from the spot to admire but at the same time wanting to jump the beautiful creature in front of him and do dirty, dirty things to him.
Adam chuckled. “You look pretty damn good yourself.” He pulled Kris in and shut the door, then pressed a kiss to Kris’ lips. The gloss was smooth under his lips, making Adam’s already soft lips feel like silk, and when Adam pulled away it clung, like a glue trying to keep them together. Not that Kris would mind that much. “Taste yummy, too.”
Kris managed to gurgle out some sort of response and Adam laughed, leading him to the couch and managing to pry the guitar case from Kris’ fisted hands. “So…” Adam slipped onto the seat beside him, carding his fingers through Kris’ hair as best he could with the gel. “Ready for your surprise?”
Yes please. Please let it be the removal of all clothes and the breaking in of this couch. “Mmhmm.”
Adam smiled widely then stood up, and a few seconds later Kris heard soft beats flowing in from somewhere. He looked up as a shadow flickered across the room and saw Adam, and seconds later Adam’s voice filled the room. It wasn’t as if he’d never heard Adam sing, but it was usually in a whisper, and to other songs covering him up. This… this was meant to be heard, and it made Kris’ mouth pop open with no hope of ever closing and that consistent ache in his heard grow to the point that a few tears pool over in his eyes.
Adam’s voice was… amazing, more than amazing, more than any word Kris could think of at the moment. And it just got even better when the beats got quiet and Adam’s voice dropped, sounding so hurt and sad that it made Kris want to just hold him and never, ever let go.
When the last note rung into the air and the music continued for a few seconds only to fall into silence Kris watched, seeing Adam’s arms go around himself and his head drop to Kris’ feet. Go to him now. Kris stood up, seeing Adam’s head rise to meet his eyes, and Kris’ heart cracked a little when he saw smudged eyeliner and tear tracks when he got closer. Without a word he wrapped his arms around Adam and pulled him in, feeling Adam’s arms coil around his body and squeeze to the point of almost pain but it didn’t matter, Kris wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go, after just a few weeks he realized he would break if he let go. He felt a quick flash of fear before it was drowned out by love and the need to comfort Adam.
“I’m sorry.” Adam muttered, half an hour later into a mug of tea that Kris had thrown together on Adam’s request. He sighed. “It’s… been a while since…” He laughed darkly, curling both legs into his chest and coiling his arms around, burying his face into the lip of the mug. “Music is a bit complicated for me when it comes to performing.”
Kris nodded slightly, almost bursting at the seems with questions but keeping quiet. He saw Adam’s eyes flicker up to the scroll before he frowned and drank a huge gulp of the tea. “Are you feeling better now?”
Adam paused for a moment then sighed. “Yeah.” He smiled slightly, tilting his head onto the knee the mug didn’t occupy. “Thank you.”
Kris shrugged, sipping from his own mug of hot chocolate. “It’s not a big deal.” He smiled. “Thank you for sharing this with me.” He bit into his lip to stop from saying ‘I can see how difficult it is for you’ or asking any questions that may get him tossed to the curb.
Adam watched him for a moment, then chuckled weakly. “I can just see all those questions popping around in your head.” Kris made some undignified squeak of a noise then blushed into his mug as Adam laughed, for real. “It’s fine you know.” He grinned. “You can ask me anything you want… just…” He faltered slightly, turning back into his mug. “Just know that if I’m not comfortable with a question I’m not going to answer it.” He paused, then nodded slightly. “At least not until I’m ready.”
Kris nodded. “That’s fair.” He set his mug aside and crossed his legs, turning toward Adam. “You said you were in a band before, right?” Adam nodded. “Kay, did something happen during that? Something that…” He trailed off, chewing onto his lip as he saw Adam’s expression change.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah…” He started rubbing his thumb against the mug. “I had a… disagreement with someone in the band… I did something they didn‘t like and…” He sighed. “I… didn’t sing that much after.”
Kris watched Adam’s face turned pained and decided to swerve away from the topic. “Did you write that yourself?”
It certainly changed Adam’s expression, but he gave Kris a sad pout now. “You didn’t recognize the words?”
Kris thought for a moment then remembered, and smiled. “The song you wrote for me.” He watched as Adam’s lips curled up as well then chuckled and leaned forward. “Did you play all the music for it, too?”
He shook his head, still grinning. “Cale helped me with that.” Adam set the mug aside, bracketing Kris’ jaw with his hands and leaning back a little. “Figured he could be trusted and not tell the girls about it if I helped him with Katy.”
Kris rolled his eyes as Adam kept talking, then settled himself into Adam’s lap, knees bracing his hips. “Enough about that.” He smirked as Adam’s mouth slowly closed and blue eyes flickered up to look into brown. “More kissing.” Adam’s lips turned into a smirk before he nodded and tilted his head up just enough to press their mouths together.
“Well I can’t say no when you say it like that, can I?” Adam muttered once they separated, then moved his hands down Kris’ back to his thighs, shifting both of their bodies on the couch so Kris was laying down and Adam was above him. He smirked as Kris’ breaths started coming faster and melded their mouths together again, and again, and again.
“Adam…” Kris whimpered, writhing a little on the couch. His jeans were entirely all too tight at the moment to be comfortable. “Please.”
Adam stared at him for a moment then leaned down again, kissing him gently. “I need you to be sure.” He muttered. “You need to be absolutely sure you want this and sure that you’re ready.”
Kris exhaled, lacing his hands around Adam’s waist and nodding, looking straight into Adam’s eyes as he spoke. “I’m ready.”
Blue eyes bore into him for a few seconds more before he nodded and snapped the button and Kris’ jeans. While he moved the denim down inch by inch Kris was pulled Adam’s shirt button by button, then pushing back until Adam stalled long enough to pull his arms out of the sleeves and toss the shirt into the corner. He shed Kris’ shirt quickly, throwing it into the same direction then latching onto the skin there.
Kris groaned as he felt Adam’s lips on his chest, tickling over his pecs and collarbone before he nuzzled into his neck and resumed the removal of his jeans. “So beautiful…” Adam murmured, licking lightly at Kris’ rapidly throbbing jugular and then the jeans were joining in the pile. Adam stood to quickly shed his own along with boxers and… yeah. Kris’ imagination didn’t hold any kind of a candle to the real thing before him.
First of all, Adam was huge, Kris had to school himself to keep his eyes from looking too big. And even in the dim light Kris could see spots of freckles all over, and his tongue itched to lap at every single one. And there were so many other things that Kris just loved about Adam’s body that his mind couldn’t even comprehend but then Kris’ boxers were off and Adam was over him again and holding a bottle of lube in his hand.
Adam actually looked a bit nervous, but it made Kris that much more sure about his decision than anything else. Kris watched as Adam pooled some of the clear liquid in one palm, swiped a finger through in, then jumped as he felt a cool touch to his entrance. “Sorry.” Adam muttered before slipping the finger inside slowly, moving it back and forth for Kris to get used to.
After a few seconds another finger was added, then stars burst into Kris’ vision when Adam stroked his prostate. He heard Adam chuckle as he moaned and then he rocked the two digits in and out, prodding the bundle of nerves every other stroke. When Kris started writhing Adam decided to change things up a little.
Adam leaned down enough to clamp both of their lengths in the lubed hand, then started pumping in time with the other hand. His legs twisted and his mouth parted in earnest moans and gasps as Adam worked him. He took a few seconds to realize that - fuck - his right hand just wasn’t going to cut it after this. But then everything was blurring as the edges as Adam’s hand sped up, his breaths coming faster and faster like Kris’, until Kris’ heels slammed down into the couch, a keening noise leaving his throat as his eyes slammed shut and he felt warmth pooling over his stomach.
He opened his eyes again when Adam huffed and fell on the couch behind him - their legs twisted together, Adam’s chest against Kris’ side while Adam kept himself propped up on an elbow - his eyes a little wide as he looked over Kris. “W-wha?” Note to self, never try to talk right after Adam gives you the best orgasm of all time.
Adam chuckled and brushed his thumb along Kris’ jaw line. “You’re fucking beautiful.” Kris smiled as he felt himself start to blush and Adam leaned forward, licking into his mouth and kissing him sweetly. Kris closed his eyes, stroking his hands along Adam’s neck as they kissed.
After a few minutes, though, the mess between them needed their attention. Adam laughed and hopped up from the couch. “I’ll be right back.” He picked up the pile of clothes as he left, leaving Kris to settle back into the cushions, smiling like an idiot and not caring. He looked down at the guitar case laying abandoned on the floor and his smile faltered slightly. He glanced to where Adam disappeared to then pulled the instrument out, using the napkin he wrapped around his mug when he brought it out to wipe away most of the stickiness on his body then balanced the guitar on his lap and started strumming.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boy’s get to their date.
Warnings: M/M sexy times, cussing.
Notes: And here’s long chapter to make up for the two pages worth I had last time. Sorry for the long wait I’ve been having… difficulties with a family member and thus used most of my energy not to kill him. Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone, as well.
Kris ended up stuck in the stock room for the rest of the week, and Adam made sure that he would grab an extra cookie or muffin or whatever Kris would want before he left to sneak off into the room. Then they would spend most of the time with Adam handing Kris a book out of the new boxes while listening to songs that they would sing along with - sometimes Kris would drop down with Adam or Adam would perch himself on Kris’ lap and they’d have these fantastic make-out sessions with the music.
When Friday came by, Kris only dropped in to stay at the café for a few hours, read a book that he took from his usual shelves, then kissed Adam before he left with Katy for god-knows-what. As soon as he disappeared out the doors Adam huffed and leaned against the counter. “Alli, I think I’m in love.”
She scoffed, settling the freshly baked cookies and coffee cakes into the display case. “I could’ve told you that, Adam.”
He shook his head. “No, I mean like… Really. Not some puppy love thing that may or may not disappear within the week.” He shuddered. “God, I can’t even think of not having Kris anymore…” He sighed. “I’m a wreck over a guy I’ve known for less than a month.” He turned his head toward her a little. “Is that pathetic?”
She chuckled. “Just a little.” She turned toward him and rolled her eyes, smacking his hip with the cookie sheet. “Don’t pout! It’s sweet, in one of those romantic comedy ways.” She shifted against the counter by him, crossing her arms. “It’s like… When you met Kris, your soul just kinda knew and the rest is just now catching up.”
Adam thought for a few minutes, thinking of how when he first saw Kris he felt happier than he’d been in weeks, and when their fingers brush it felt like he was kind of soaring. He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I get it.” He sighed happily and snatched a cinnamon chip scone from the case before skipping off to the break room.
Adam woke up on Saturday, smiling more than was possibly healthy, and jumping out of the bed to get everything ready for when Kris would come by. He checked his phone first thing, seeing no text messages or calls, then sighing and picking up his ipod. He put in an ear bud and started singing softly to his lover’s voice, then set up the main room for the event he had planned.
After all that was done he packed up a suit bag with his nicest shirt, jeans and accessories, redid his black nails and slipped his makeup kit in the bottom of the bag, then got dressed in his work clothes and sped off to make sure he got there well before Kris. Thankfully, he didn’t see Kris’ car when he pulled into the parking lot so he pulled the suit bag out and rushed into the store to put it into his shared locker with Alli before tying on his apron and walking out to the café.
“I smell a romantic gesture.” Alli muttered as she came back from the back room, grinning. “You had a suit in the locker, Adam. What exactly are you planning for Krissy?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing much.” He smiled as Kris walked in, Katy at his side fussing about something. “And it was not a suit now no more talking about this since Kris is here.” He rushed out before straightening up with a grin. “Hi lover.” He reached over the counter and pressed their lips together, delighting in the small sound of appreciation from Kris. “Excited for tonight?”
Kris nodded. “I have absolutely no idea what your planning and it’s awesome.” He laughed then looked to Katy, who gave him a small wink before rushing off to Cale just walking into the store. “I might have a bit of a surprise for you, too.” He whispered, nipping at Adam’s jaw and sending these tentative flutters through his stomach.
“Well…” Alli muttered, giggling a little. “I just remembered I have to go get the flour from the back room so I’ll leave you two alone.” Adam turned to see her winking at him and gesturing to the counter for some reason before she left, then he turned back to Kris to see the shorter man trying to hop onto the counter.
Adam chuckled and pulled him up, pushing his legs apart and settling in between them. “Happy now?”
Kris pouted for a bit then giggled. “Much.” He wrapped his tiny arms around Adam’s waist and peppered kisses all along his neck. “Missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” He muttered, weaving his hands into Kris’ hair. “Now lips, gimme.” Kris laughed again before obliging, leaning up the slightest bit to press their mouths together and seconds later tongue wrestling and practically grinding against each other.
“Geez, you guys seriously need to get laid.” Adam yelped as he almost dropped Kris, then looked up to see Katy smirking at them.
“You really need to not do that.”
“What?” She looked up at two pairs of glaring eyes innocently. “Sneak up on you playing tonsil hockey or interrupt you playing tonsil hockey?”
“Both.” They snapped at the same time.
She held her hands up in defense. “Fine, okay.” She sighed. “You should probably take my advice though-Hey!” She yelled as a bundle of napkins bounced off her head. “You two are insufferable.”
Kris snickered, pressing another kiss to Adam‘s lips, jaw and neck. “Kay Kate, whatever you say.”
Adam pulled Kris into him again, placing a chaste kiss to his lips then helping him over on the other side of the counter and starting on his coffee.
Katy rolled her eyes then leaned against the counter, watching as Cale walked around behind the counter. “So Halloween’s coming up.” She looked up to the couple making heart eyes at each other a smiled. “Any plans?”
“Nope.” Kris muttered at the same time that Adam nodded excitedly. “Yeah, always go clubbing for Halloween. Got my costume all ready and everything.” He looked to Kris and smiled. “You should come with me.”
Kris chuckled. “I have work on Halloween.” He thought for a few moments. “I think I actually have candy duty most of the day…”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Well yeah, I do to, but I’m pretty sure we can find a way to get off early.” He nipped at Kris’ neck as he handed the cup off, leaning down to whisper in the smaller man’s ear. “You could be my tasty victim, babe.”
Kris shuddered as Adam’s tongue trailed up a tendon, nearly dropping his cup and chuckled shakily. “W-what are you going to be, exactly?”
Adam’s eyes narrowed and he grinned wickedly. “Glampire, baby.” He snapped his teeth at Kris and giggled at the scared, doe-eyed expression he got. “Relax, I’m just playing.” He pressed a kiss to Kris’ lips and grinned. “I’ll see you later, try not to get in trouble.”
Kris nodded dumbly and kept staring at Adam as Katy pulled him away, talking his ear off about something he couldn’t pay attention to. Seeing as his mind was still wrapped around images of a vampire Adam licking, biting and suckling at his neck.
Kris stood watching the clock in the café, waiting for the hands to hit six thirty. It would be when he’d be able to run back to his locker, grab the clothes Katy bought him, and try to clean up as well he could for their date… or whatever it was that Adam was planning. He smiled when the clock hands finally lined up and shoved the book he was holding onto the shelf, then ran off to the locker room to get ready.
He grabbed the bags and ran into the bathroom for a decent sized mirror, then threw off his work clothes, pulled on the nice, dark blue button-up, the black slacks and pulled the gel out to run through his hair, making it messy and ‘sexy’, as Katy dubbed him earlier. He grinned after he took a look in the mirror then rushed into the parking lot, threw the bags in the back seat, checked on his guitar and made his way to Adam’s apartment.
When the door opened to reveal Adam - dressed deliciously in tight jeans, a black shirt hugging his chest with the top few buttons undone, and several necklaces hanging over the bare, freckled skin - he could smell vanilla and lavender and lilies, see almost complete darkness aside from a sliver of light flickering on the wall behind Adam’s head. And then he saw Adam’s face. He knew Adam usually wore cover-up, he just couldn’t see how he could have so many freckles everywhere else - he wanted to find out if he even had freckles down there - and he even wore eyeliner most days. But now, there was a deep, almost black, glittery blue eye shadow, licking up from the corner of his eye, and a light shimmer to his lips - lip gloss.
Kris groaned and stared at him, not wanting to move from the spot to admire but at the same time wanting to jump the beautiful creature in front of him and do dirty, dirty things to him.
Adam chuckled. “You look pretty damn good yourself.” He pulled Kris in and shut the door, then pressed a kiss to Kris’ lips. The gloss was smooth under his lips, making Adam’s already soft lips feel like silk, and when Adam pulled away it clung, like a glue trying to keep them together. Not that Kris would mind that much. “Taste yummy, too.”
Kris managed to gurgle out some sort of response and Adam laughed, leading him to the couch and managing to pry the guitar case from Kris’ fisted hands. “So…” Adam slipped onto the seat beside him, carding his fingers through Kris’ hair as best he could with the gel. “Ready for your surprise?”
Yes please. Please let it be the removal of all clothes and the breaking in of this couch. “Mmhmm.”
Adam smiled widely then stood up, and a few seconds later Kris heard soft beats flowing in from somewhere. He looked up as a shadow flickered across the room and saw Adam, and seconds later Adam’s voice filled the room. It wasn’t as if he’d never heard Adam sing, but it was usually in a whisper, and to other songs covering him up. This… this was meant to be heard, and it made Kris’ mouth pop open with no hope of ever closing and that consistent ache in his heard grow to the point that a few tears pool over in his eyes.
Adam’s voice was… amazing, more than amazing, more than any word Kris could think of at the moment. And it just got even better when the beats got quiet and Adam’s voice dropped, sounding so hurt and sad that it made Kris want to just hold him and never, ever let go.
When the last note rung into the air and the music continued for a few seconds only to fall into silence Kris watched, seeing Adam’s arms go around himself and his head drop to Kris’ feet. Go to him now. Kris stood up, seeing Adam’s head rise to meet his eyes, and Kris’ heart cracked a little when he saw smudged eyeliner and tear tracks when he got closer. Without a word he wrapped his arms around Adam and pulled him in, feeling Adam’s arms coil around his body and squeeze to the point of almost pain but it didn’t matter, Kris wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go, after just a few weeks he realized he would break if he let go. He felt a quick flash of fear before it was drowned out by love and the need to comfort Adam.
“I’m sorry.” Adam muttered, half an hour later into a mug of tea that Kris had thrown together on Adam’s request. He sighed. “It’s… been a while since…” He laughed darkly, curling both legs into his chest and coiling his arms around, burying his face into the lip of the mug. “Music is a bit complicated for me when it comes to performing.”
Kris nodded slightly, almost bursting at the seems with questions but keeping quiet. He saw Adam’s eyes flicker up to the scroll before he frowned and drank a huge gulp of the tea. “Are you feeling better now?”
Adam paused for a moment then sighed. “Yeah.” He smiled slightly, tilting his head onto the knee the mug didn’t occupy. “Thank you.”
Kris shrugged, sipping from his own mug of hot chocolate. “It’s not a big deal.” He smiled. “Thank you for sharing this with me.” He bit into his lip to stop from saying ‘I can see how difficult it is for you’ or asking any questions that may get him tossed to the curb.
Adam watched him for a moment, then chuckled weakly. “I can just see all those questions popping around in your head.” Kris made some undignified squeak of a noise then blushed into his mug as Adam laughed, for real. “It’s fine you know.” He grinned. “You can ask me anything you want… just…” He faltered slightly, turning back into his mug. “Just know that if I’m not comfortable with a question I’m not going to answer it.” He paused, then nodded slightly. “At least not until I’m ready.”
Kris nodded. “That’s fair.” He set his mug aside and crossed his legs, turning toward Adam. “You said you were in a band before, right?” Adam nodded. “Kay, did something happen during that? Something that…” He trailed off, chewing onto his lip as he saw Adam’s expression change.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah…” He started rubbing his thumb against the mug. “I had a… disagreement with someone in the band… I did something they didn‘t like and…” He sighed. “I… didn’t sing that much after.”
Kris watched Adam’s face turned pained and decided to swerve away from the topic. “Did you write that yourself?”
It certainly changed Adam’s expression, but he gave Kris a sad pout now. “You didn’t recognize the words?”
Kris thought for a moment then remembered, and smiled. “The song you wrote for me.” He watched as Adam’s lips curled up as well then chuckled and leaned forward. “Did you play all the music for it, too?”
He shook his head, still grinning. “Cale helped me with that.” Adam set the mug aside, bracketing Kris’ jaw with his hands and leaning back a little. “Figured he could be trusted and not tell the girls about it if I helped him with Katy.”
Kris rolled his eyes as Adam kept talking, then settled himself into Adam’s lap, knees bracing his hips. “Enough about that.” He smirked as Adam’s mouth slowly closed and blue eyes flickered up to look into brown. “More kissing.” Adam’s lips turned into a smirk before he nodded and tilted his head up just enough to press their mouths together.
“Well I can’t say no when you say it like that, can I?” Adam muttered once they separated, then moved his hands down Kris’ back to his thighs, shifting both of their bodies on the couch so Kris was laying down and Adam was above him. He smirked as Kris’ breaths started coming faster and melded their mouths together again, and again, and again.
“Adam…” Kris whimpered, writhing a little on the couch. His jeans were entirely all too tight at the moment to be comfortable. “Please.”
Adam stared at him for a moment then leaned down again, kissing him gently. “I need you to be sure.” He muttered. “You need to be absolutely sure you want this and sure that you’re ready.”
Kris exhaled, lacing his hands around Adam’s waist and nodding, looking straight into Adam’s eyes as he spoke. “I’m ready.”
Blue eyes bore into him for a few seconds more before he nodded and snapped the button and Kris’ jeans. While he moved the denim down inch by inch Kris was pulled Adam’s shirt button by button, then pushing back until Adam stalled long enough to pull his arms out of the sleeves and toss the shirt into the corner. He shed Kris’ shirt quickly, throwing it into the same direction then latching onto the skin there.
Kris groaned as he felt Adam’s lips on his chest, tickling over his pecs and collarbone before he nuzzled into his neck and resumed the removal of his jeans. “So beautiful…” Adam murmured, licking lightly at Kris’ rapidly throbbing jugular and then the jeans were joining in the pile. Adam stood to quickly shed his own along with boxers and… yeah. Kris’ imagination didn’t hold any kind of a candle to the real thing before him.
First of all, Adam was huge, Kris had to school himself to keep his eyes from looking too big. And even in the dim light Kris could see spots of freckles all over, and his tongue itched to lap at every single one. And there were so many other things that Kris just loved about Adam’s body that his mind couldn’t even comprehend but then Kris’ boxers were off and Adam was over him again and holding a bottle of lube in his hand.
Adam actually looked a bit nervous, but it made Kris that much more sure about his decision than anything else. Kris watched as Adam pooled some of the clear liquid in one palm, swiped a finger through in, then jumped as he felt a cool touch to his entrance. “Sorry.” Adam muttered before slipping the finger inside slowly, moving it back and forth for Kris to get used to.
After a few seconds another finger was added, then stars burst into Kris’ vision when Adam stroked his prostate. He heard Adam chuckle as he moaned and then he rocked the two digits in and out, prodding the bundle of nerves every other stroke. When Kris started writhing Adam decided to change things up a little.
Adam leaned down enough to clamp both of their lengths in the lubed hand, then started pumping in time with the other hand. His legs twisted and his mouth parted in earnest moans and gasps as Adam worked him. He took a few seconds to realize that - fuck - his right hand just wasn’t going to cut it after this. But then everything was blurring as the edges as Adam’s hand sped up, his breaths coming faster and faster like Kris’, until Kris’ heels slammed down into the couch, a keening noise leaving his throat as his eyes slammed shut and he felt warmth pooling over his stomach.
He opened his eyes again when Adam huffed and fell on the couch behind him - their legs twisted together, Adam’s chest against Kris’ side while Adam kept himself propped up on an elbow - his eyes a little wide as he looked over Kris. “W-wha?” Note to self, never try to talk right after Adam gives you the best orgasm of all time.
Adam chuckled and brushed his thumb along Kris’ jaw line. “You’re fucking beautiful.” Kris smiled as he felt himself start to blush and Adam leaned forward, licking into his mouth and kissing him sweetly. Kris closed his eyes, stroking his hands along Adam’s neck as they kissed.
After a few minutes, though, the mess between them needed their attention. Adam laughed and hopped up from the couch. “I’ll be right back.” He picked up the pile of clothes as he left, leaving Kris to settle back into the cushions, smiling like an idiot and not caring. He looked down at the guitar case laying abandoned on the floor and his smile faltered slightly. He glanced to where Adam disappeared to then pulled the instrument out, using the napkin he wrapped around his mug when he brought it out to wipe away most of the stickiness on his body then balanced the guitar on his lap and started strumming.