Broken Wings (And A Thousand Broken Hearts)
Title: Broken Wings (And A Thousand Broken Hearts)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: POV Kris of Fallen Angels Sing (And Sometimes Snuggle).
Warnings: M/M Sex, cussing.
Notes: Sorry for the wait. Try to have the next one up as soon as possible. :)
When Kris woke up, it was to Katy. She wasn’t necessarily doing anything, just staring at him lying face down on their bed; his back was probably a mess, he could feel the stickiness of sweat and blood binding feathers to his skin, and well… the obvious.
“Kris… you’re…” He sighed and lifted up, his arms were wobbly and it made his entire body hurt, but there’s not much he could do. He does credit her some explanation before he gave into that constant itch at the back of his mind telling him to get to Adam. Much to his dismay, Katy was stepping back from him as he’s standing up. “What happened…”
Her voice was watery and he felt his stomach clench. How he wished it was her. “Kate…” He went to step towards her, but stopped when she shook her head violently, holding her hands up at him. He rocked back on his heels, feeling the weight of the wings almost tearing at his back. They felt heavier than they should, like they’re tugging at every inch of his skin, too. He knew exactly why, too. “I’m still me… just…” He tried to move one of the wings and it burned his entire right side. He decided to give that up for now. “A little different…”
She was nodding, still gaping at him. He figured that’s good enough to continue for. “I… don’t really know why… it’s a bit hard to explain.” How could he explain a dream he had when he was a kid that he still remembered so well, of someone telling him everything he’d go through and how he’d be the first and all that.
Katy was quiet for a few moments, and he watches as she worked through all of it, then he watched her jaw slacken, a few tears escaping - it’s everything in him to stop from crossing the room to wipe them away - and she stared up at him in disbelief mixed with fear and… his stomach twisted uncomfortably as he registered the last expression.
“I-I can’t…” She backed away a bit more as her face finally gives way to that third emotion completely; the hatred there almost felt like a punch to the stomach. He stood stock-still in the room, feeling his legs like jelly beneath him, and finally knocking out from under him with the slam of the front door.
The carpet was like fire under his cheek, a burning rasp with every inhale. He doesn’t know how long he’d been laying there when his phone started buzzing, the sound making him jump and reminding him of the pain outside of his chest. He got up slowly, careful due to the uneven and unsteady feeling he had, then reached for the device. It’d stopped buzzing, but seeing the picture in the missed calls - blue eyes shining goofily back at him with an extraordinarily dorky smile accompanying them - it still held an impact strong enough to knock the air out of him. For a split second everything - all the pain and the lost, uneasy feeling - disappeared. He felt the wings twitch behind him before unfurling as much as they could in the room. Before everything had felt numb but now he… he could feel everything.
He knew that Adam was at his house, phone in hand, deciding whether to call again or not. He was still half-dressed since he’d checked the messages as he was getting ready and now he was running late since he got the call from Kris and there was no message except for the phone dropping and cutting off. “Kris, come on. Call, something. Please.” He could practically hear Adam‘s voice saying that, running his hand through his black hair repeatedly before Lane texts him with a final warning and he’s rushing out with a groan.
Kris heard the phone drop to the floor and stared. It was… weird. Like he was completely attuned to Adam now. But as quickly as it appeared it was fading and the pain was curling back in, slowly and surely. It’s a sign, he knows. Something he should’ve done weeks ago, or maybe he should’ve never left Adam in the first place, but he’s going to make it right.
It’s a few minutes later he’s setting out the note to Katy and the divorce papers. Explaining everything and giving the number she could call since he was probably going to be missing for the next few days - and it’s not like his management would be able to see him like this anyway - and his heart ached as he did, but he still had to do it. He felt horrible for doing it this way but he’d already made enough mistakes he had to right. It’s one last look to all of his memories here, everything he’s leaving behind, then he followed the itching instinct between his shoulder blades and flying off to Adam’s with only the wings, a heavy heart and everything to explain.
A few days later, he was standing at Adam's door, feeling around at the ledge entirely too tall for him to reach without balancing on the frame for the spare key. He felt wind whipped and tired and dirty and all he really wanted to do was clean up. As soon as the door was open, though, he was hit with a wall that made him stagger back for a moment. Adam was all around him here; not actually, unfortunately, but the sense of him. Kris took a deep breath, feeling the wings sag a little and the pain slowly seep away until it was just a slight buzz under his skin. He felt himself start to smile, and took a moment to glance around the room before moving to the shower.
With a towel low around his hips, he moved out in search of something to wear; he’s certain there’s a pair of his sweats somewhere around there. He was in the living room, looking through the modern cabinet when he heard the car door slam. He felt the wings behind him lift up, tense with the rest of him. There’s an itch between his shoulder blades again but it’s different; instead of saying ‘go to him’, it’s screaming ‘he’s here’ and making Kris want to rush to the door and tackle Adam in a hug and just breathe him in until his arms are sore and beyond.
He glanced down over himself, and decided retreating would be a better decision. He heard the key scratching against the lock and, with one hand gripping the towel around his waist, dashed down the hall. He heard the door open behind him and takes a second to look back and ended up running into the dresser in the bedroom. The drawers knocked out of place, and the mirror on top wobbled for a moment before falling to the floor and shattering.
“Fuck.” He could hear Adam coming down the hall, and the towel was trapped under the dresser after it fell out of his hand when he hit it. Kris glanced around the room and grabbed onto the sheets of the bed to pull around himself just as the door pushed open.
Seeing the familiar, ruffled black hair and careful, blue eyes, freckled lips turned down slightly, it felt like coming home. “Kris?” That flame that had been slow burning in his chest, waiting for this moment, seemed to erupt to every inch of his skin. It knocked a breath out of him, and when Adam’s eyes met his, it’s everything he has in him to stop from dropping the sheets and running over, face planting in Adam’s chest.
But then he remembered his… situation, and gripped the sheets a bit tighter, feeling himself twitch under Adam’s gaze. It seemed to click for Adam, because he saw Adam’s cheeks tint a bit and his hand slackened a bit around the umbrella he’s holding. “Why are you naked?”
Oh, right, that. Kris looked up and… really what’s he supposed to say to that? He gathers the sheets a bit closer. “I-I can explain.” He’s opening his mouth to do just that, but then he stopped, words freezing on his tongue. The wings were twitching behind him, almost like a reaction to his nervousness, and Adam, of course, noticed.
The umbrella dropped to the floor, and Adam was scrambling back, and it felt just like with Katy only… only worse. He looked away, fisting his hands in the sheets to try and keep the burning feeling behind his eyes from turning into tears, and he felt the wings stretch out for a moment before they curled around him protectively. There’s a heavy feeling in his stomach that’s only growing worse as the silence in the room stretched on.
He heard Adam take a deep breath, and he squeezed his eyes shut ready for the rejection. He couldn’t see Adam give him that same look Katy did. He wouldn’t be able to take it.
A few more seconds passed before Adam spoke up; it’s small, confused, but it didn’t sound like there was anything akin to hatred or disgust. “What happened?” Of course, it was a loaded question with an even more loaded answer. Kris sighed.
He pulled the sheets up a bit more when he saw Adam staring at him - it’s curious, still a little shaken but it’s miles better than what he expected. He straightened up a little, barely noticeable but it still felt like the world lifted off his shoulders. “It’s a long story.” He’s about to pull the sheets off and bring Adam down to the bed to tell him everything, but feeling the smooth material over part of his body that really shouldn’t have been bare at the moment reminded him of why that would be such a bad idea. “Um… Do you think I could…” He trailed off when he saw Adam smile and felt himself blush. Adam, though, smiled and nodded, and Kris thought then that their friendship was really, pretty amazing if they could still communicate with such ease like that, despite the… unusual… situation. He almost wanted to roll his eyes when he saw Adam pull out a pair of sweats - his sweats, the ones he was looking for, dammit - and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was a problem, he hadn’t tried it but he’s sure it wouldn’t work well with the wings. Adam seemed to process this as well while Kris stared down at it, because he grabbed it with a grimace and pulls out a too-big tank top instead.
He watched as Adam turned away from him, and he couldn’t help but smile while he dropped the sheets and pulled on the sweat pants. In a way, he was glad that it was Adam who he feels like this for. Adam would be quick to accept him like this; sure he was surprised - okay, maybe a little more than surprised - when he first saw Kris, but to adjust that quickly…
Kris winced, feeling the tank top pulling at the feathers and his wings which refused to tuck in so he could pull the tank over them. With a sigh, he gave up and looked up to Adam’s back. “Adam, I… I need some help.”
He watched Adam turn around, and he saw blue eyes check to the sweats first before settling on the tank top. Adam clucked his tongue slightly, half pouting as he moved across the room. He involuntarily flinched when Adam walked behind him. He still felt a little sticky so he’s sure there were still traces of blood along his back. There were a few seconds of nothing, then he felt Adam’s hand on the tank top and-
Kris felt like he bucked clear out of his skin. Adam’s hand on the wing was like an electric shock rocketing through him, lighting every inch of his body with live-wire energy. He had to clamp down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut to stop from making any embarrassing noises.
As soon as his eyes slipped shut, though, he regretted it. All he could see was Katy’s face, the woman he’d loved ever since… well, practically since he was born. Someone who should have been there for him, instead of…
He opened his eyes, letting out a huff of air as he felt the wings slip over the top of the tank. He could feel the tears burning in his eyes, and the massive lump in his throat that he’s sure going to give him away. “Thank you…” He flinched afterward, but turned toward Adam none-the-less. Adam was safe. Adam was home.
Katy had been home, too. His mind wouldn’t stop reminding him of that. He felt Adam’s arms start to coil around him and it’s the biggest relief. He let out a breathy sob, the tears spilling over, and he face planted into Adam. Adam hesitated for a moment, before Kris felt his face burying in Kris’ hair, hands gently falling over Kris’ back where the feathers meet his skin. He drew in a breath, short and sharp and almost making him feel like he was going to choke; that some electric current was there, running from Adam’s hands through his body. He expected it to disappear after a while, but it just felt like it was getting worse, building until Kris felt completely overwhelmed and high strung, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
He planned on staying there for the entire day, but then he remembered he had some things to explain. He drew in a deep breath and looked up into deep blue eyes. “Adam?” Adam tensed for a moment before lowering his gaze to Kris; he felt the wings fall a little, the tips just barely brushed his calves. Kris lowered his eyes to the floor again and cleared his throat; it didn’t help. “Can we, um… sit down? I have something to tell you.”
He felt Adam nod, and strong, freckled arms helping him over to the bed. He felt himself start smiling when Adam looked back behind him, fixing the wings every so often for Kris to be comfortable, then blue eyes lifted up to his face. “Okay, what is it?”
The smile disappears, and he sighed, concentrating on the fabric of the sweatpants rather than anything - anyone - else in the room. He took a deep breath, then looked up at Adam. “Katy kicked me out.” It wasn’t exactly how it happened, but the feeling in his gut tells him that if he would’ve stayed it would’ve happened anyway. He was about to say something else when Adam reached out, taking Kris’ hand’s in his and squeezing. It felt like Adam was squeezing his heart, in a completely amazing and great way that made him feel… loved. The feeling spread all over, making him feel almost blissfully numb.
It only lasts for a moment, though. “Is it because of…?” He nodded behind Kris, and he watched freckled lips fall when he nods. Adam’s eyes started evaluating him, then, and Kris felt his skin tingle at the same time that the familiar heat from before spread all over. After a few moments Adam cleared his throat, looking away and uncoiling their hands. Kris felt his heart sink a little. “You can stay here as long as you want…”
He felt the wings fall behind him, then stood up. “You don’t have to.” He’s about to take a step to leave, working out where else he could possibly go, when Adam’s hand closed around his shoulder. Kris gasped, biting down, hard, on his bottom lip as his wings twitched up to meet Adam’s skin. “It’s fine.” He heard through the blood pumping wildly in his ears, and when he turned toward Adam he was met with a smile that punched all the air out of his lungs. “Really.”
He stared, looking for any sign that Adam would be lying or have any regrets, and he let out a soft breath when he found nothing. He burrowed himself into Adam’s chest, feeling himself moving through the room until they fell back on the bed. Kris let himself break open then, pouring out everything from the past year into the dry sobs in Adam’s shoulder. It all seemed to melt out, though, when Adam’s hands found the wings, combing through without any kind of hesitation, smoothing down feathers and making Kris gasp and pull himself a bit closer to Adam.
He smiled to himself when Adam doesn’t seem notice Kris’ twitching in Adam’s lap and the way he was practically moaning right into his ear. He wondered just what it was going to take for Adam to realize just how dependent and important and… well, exciting Adam was to him.
Kris’s eyes flutter open and he groans, feeling Adam’s hands moving along his hips and waist, nuzzling into the his stomach and nipping on his hipbone. He feels Adam’s lips curl against his skin. “About time you woke up.” He sort of expects Adam to lift up to cuddling against Kris’ side like usual, but instead Adam trails a few kisses down to Kris’ hardening cock, brushing his lips along the sensitive skin. Kris moans and bucks up, going from half-hard to need-to-come-now just like that.
Adam, though, seems to have other plans. “What.” A kiss to the tip that makes Kris babble. “Were you.” Another. “Dreaming.” Two more, he’s stopped when he tries to coil his fingers into Adam’s sleep-mussed hair, he moans needily instead to show just how much he needs Adam right the fuck now. “About, Kristopher.” Adam looks up at him with a smile at that, and Kris never really thought his name could sound so sexual, Adam just proved him wrong and more. He writhes and whines, needing Adam to do something.
Adam decides teasing him half-to-death with little, tickling brushes over his fingers along his cock is enough. Kris shudders. “Oh god.” Adam chuckles and trails a finger of the other hand along his hip, following the subtle curve of his stomach down.
“Come on, Kris. Tell me.” It has a bit of an or-else vibe to it, and Kris has a feeling that if he doesn’t say anything now he’s going to have a horrid case of blue balls in his future.
“A-Adam.” Because he really can’t talk while Adam is still doing that with his dick, but Adam just smiles and pressed a barely-there kiss to the tip, his tongue poking out to dip into the slit and making Kris cry out and shudder something horrible. He takes a deep breath and sits up just enough to see Adam. It doesn’t exactly help. “I-” He cuts off to gasp, Adam is now suckling lightly, his lips wrapped around the crown of Kris’ cock. He takes a moment to think how evil Adam is and makes a mental note to come up with a way to get back at him later. “When… when I - nngh, fuck - I-I came here… a mmm-month ago. Just how… how accepting and great you were to me.” He pauses a moment then does his best to glare down at Adam. “Unlike now.”
Adam just snorts, then drops his hand to wrap around the base and sucks all of Kris into his mouth. It’s about two seconds before Kris is practically screaming, Adam’s hands on his hips the only things holding him back from arching up into the air wildly. A few moments later Adam pulls off, licking his lips - Kris knows what’s going to be the star of his dreams for the next week, now - and moving up beside him to nuzzle into Kris’ body. Adam growls in a way that’s just completely cute and makes Kris want to cling and hug him forever, then nips at Kris’ slack lips. “That’s rather interesting.” Adam purrs, hands brushing over Kris’ wings and making a certain part of his anatomy start arguing about round two. “I had a dream kind of like that, too.” Adam presses a kiss to Kris’ forehead, and he’s about to ask Adam what he means, but he’s distracted by the column of heat Adam just pushed into his thigh.
They’re both very thoroughly distracted for the next hour… maybe two.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: POV Kris of Fallen Angels Sing (And Sometimes Snuggle).
Warnings: M/M Sex, cussing.
Notes: Sorry for the wait. Try to have the next one up as soon as possible. :)
When Kris woke up, it was to Katy. She wasn’t necessarily doing anything, just staring at him lying face down on their bed; his back was probably a mess, he could feel the stickiness of sweat and blood binding feathers to his skin, and well… the obvious.
“Kris… you’re…” He sighed and lifted up, his arms were wobbly and it made his entire body hurt, but there’s not much he could do. He does credit her some explanation before he gave into that constant itch at the back of his mind telling him to get to Adam. Much to his dismay, Katy was stepping back from him as he’s standing up. “What happened…”
Her voice was watery and he felt his stomach clench. How he wished it was her. “Kate…” He went to step towards her, but stopped when she shook her head violently, holding her hands up at him. He rocked back on his heels, feeling the weight of the wings almost tearing at his back. They felt heavier than they should, like they’re tugging at every inch of his skin, too. He knew exactly why, too. “I’m still me… just…” He tried to move one of the wings and it burned his entire right side. He decided to give that up for now. “A little different…”
She was nodding, still gaping at him. He figured that’s good enough to continue for. “I… don’t really know why… it’s a bit hard to explain.” How could he explain a dream he had when he was a kid that he still remembered so well, of someone telling him everything he’d go through and how he’d be the first and all that.
Katy was quiet for a few moments, and he watches as she worked through all of it, then he watched her jaw slacken, a few tears escaping - it’s everything in him to stop from crossing the room to wipe them away - and she stared up at him in disbelief mixed with fear and… his stomach twisted uncomfortably as he registered the last expression.
“I-I can’t…” She backed away a bit more as her face finally gives way to that third emotion completely; the hatred there almost felt like a punch to the stomach. He stood stock-still in the room, feeling his legs like jelly beneath him, and finally knocking out from under him with the slam of the front door.
The carpet was like fire under his cheek, a burning rasp with every inhale. He doesn’t know how long he’d been laying there when his phone started buzzing, the sound making him jump and reminding him of the pain outside of his chest. He got up slowly, careful due to the uneven and unsteady feeling he had, then reached for the device. It’d stopped buzzing, but seeing the picture in the missed calls - blue eyes shining goofily back at him with an extraordinarily dorky smile accompanying them - it still held an impact strong enough to knock the air out of him. For a split second everything - all the pain and the lost, uneasy feeling - disappeared. He felt the wings twitch behind him before unfurling as much as they could in the room. Before everything had felt numb but now he… he could feel everything.
He knew that Adam was at his house, phone in hand, deciding whether to call again or not. He was still half-dressed since he’d checked the messages as he was getting ready and now he was running late since he got the call from Kris and there was no message except for the phone dropping and cutting off. “Kris, come on. Call, something. Please.” He could practically hear Adam‘s voice saying that, running his hand through his black hair repeatedly before Lane texts him with a final warning and he’s rushing out with a groan.
Kris heard the phone drop to the floor and stared. It was… weird. Like he was completely attuned to Adam now. But as quickly as it appeared it was fading and the pain was curling back in, slowly and surely. It’s a sign, he knows. Something he should’ve done weeks ago, or maybe he should’ve never left Adam in the first place, but he’s going to make it right.
It’s a few minutes later he’s setting out the note to Katy and the divorce papers. Explaining everything and giving the number she could call since he was probably going to be missing for the next few days - and it’s not like his management would be able to see him like this anyway - and his heart ached as he did, but he still had to do it. He felt horrible for doing it this way but he’d already made enough mistakes he had to right. It’s one last look to all of his memories here, everything he’s leaving behind, then he followed the itching instinct between his shoulder blades and flying off to Adam’s with only the wings, a heavy heart and everything to explain.
A few days later, he was standing at Adam's door, feeling around at the ledge entirely too tall for him to reach without balancing on the frame for the spare key. He felt wind whipped and tired and dirty and all he really wanted to do was clean up. As soon as the door was open, though, he was hit with a wall that made him stagger back for a moment. Adam was all around him here; not actually, unfortunately, but the sense of him. Kris took a deep breath, feeling the wings sag a little and the pain slowly seep away until it was just a slight buzz under his skin. He felt himself start to smile, and took a moment to glance around the room before moving to the shower.
With a towel low around his hips, he moved out in search of something to wear; he’s certain there’s a pair of his sweats somewhere around there. He was in the living room, looking through the modern cabinet when he heard the car door slam. He felt the wings behind him lift up, tense with the rest of him. There’s an itch between his shoulder blades again but it’s different; instead of saying ‘go to him’, it’s screaming ‘he’s here’ and making Kris want to rush to the door and tackle Adam in a hug and just breathe him in until his arms are sore and beyond.
He glanced down over himself, and decided retreating would be a better decision. He heard the key scratching against the lock and, with one hand gripping the towel around his waist, dashed down the hall. He heard the door open behind him and takes a second to look back and ended up running into the dresser in the bedroom. The drawers knocked out of place, and the mirror on top wobbled for a moment before falling to the floor and shattering.
“Fuck.” He could hear Adam coming down the hall, and the towel was trapped under the dresser after it fell out of his hand when he hit it. Kris glanced around the room and grabbed onto the sheets of the bed to pull around himself just as the door pushed open.
Seeing the familiar, ruffled black hair and careful, blue eyes, freckled lips turned down slightly, it felt like coming home. “Kris?” That flame that had been slow burning in his chest, waiting for this moment, seemed to erupt to every inch of his skin. It knocked a breath out of him, and when Adam’s eyes met his, it’s everything he has in him to stop from dropping the sheets and running over, face planting in Adam’s chest.
But then he remembered his… situation, and gripped the sheets a bit tighter, feeling himself twitch under Adam’s gaze. It seemed to click for Adam, because he saw Adam’s cheeks tint a bit and his hand slackened a bit around the umbrella he’s holding. “Why are you naked?”
Oh, right, that. Kris looked up and… really what’s he supposed to say to that? He gathers the sheets a bit closer. “I-I can explain.” He’s opening his mouth to do just that, but then he stopped, words freezing on his tongue. The wings were twitching behind him, almost like a reaction to his nervousness, and Adam, of course, noticed.
The umbrella dropped to the floor, and Adam was scrambling back, and it felt just like with Katy only… only worse. He looked away, fisting his hands in the sheets to try and keep the burning feeling behind his eyes from turning into tears, and he felt the wings stretch out for a moment before they curled around him protectively. There’s a heavy feeling in his stomach that’s only growing worse as the silence in the room stretched on.
He heard Adam take a deep breath, and he squeezed his eyes shut ready for the rejection. He couldn’t see Adam give him that same look Katy did. He wouldn’t be able to take it.
A few more seconds passed before Adam spoke up; it’s small, confused, but it didn’t sound like there was anything akin to hatred or disgust. “What happened?” Of course, it was a loaded question with an even more loaded answer. Kris sighed.
He pulled the sheets up a bit more when he saw Adam staring at him - it’s curious, still a little shaken but it’s miles better than what he expected. He straightened up a little, barely noticeable but it still felt like the world lifted off his shoulders. “It’s a long story.” He’s about to pull the sheets off and bring Adam down to the bed to tell him everything, but feeling the smooth material over part of his body that really shouldn’t have been bare at the moment reminded him of why that would be such a bad idea. “Um… Do you think I could…” He trailed off when he saw Adam smile and felt himself blush. Adam, though, smiled and nodded, and Kris thought then that their friendship was really, pretty amazing if they could still communicate with such ease like that, despite the… unusual… situation. He almost wanted to roll his eyes when he saw Adam pull out a pair of sweats - his sweats, the ones he was looking for, dammit - and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was a problem, he hadn’t tried it but he’s sure it wouldn’t work well with the wings. Adam seemed to process this as well while Kris stared down at it, because he grabbed it with a grimace and pulls out a too-big tank top instead.
He watched as Adam turned away from him, and he couldn’t help but smile while he dropped the sheets and pulled on the sweat pants. In a way, he was glad that it was Adam who he feels like this for. Adam would be quick to accept him like this; sure he was surprised - okay, maybe a little more than surprised - when he first saw Kris, but to adjust that quickly…
Kris winced, feeling the tank top pulling at the feathers and his wings which refused to tuck in so he could pull the tank over them. With a sigh, he gave up and looked up to Adam’s back. “Adam, I… I need some help.”
He watched Adam turn around, and he saw blue eyes check to the sweats first before settling on the tank top. Adam clucked his tongue slightly, half pouting as he moved across the room. He involuntarily flinched when Adam walked behind him. He still felt a little sticky so he’s sure there were still traces of blood along his back. There were a few seconds of nothing, then he felt Adam’s hand on the tank top and-
Kris felt like he bucked clear out of his skin. Adam’s hand on the wing was like an electric shock rocketing through him, lighting every inch of his body with live-wire energy. He had to clamp down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut to stop from making any embarrassing noises.
As soon as his eyes slipped shut, though, he regretted it. All he could see was Katy’s face, the woman he’d loved ever since… well, practically since he was born. Someone who should have been there for him, instead of…
He opened his eyes, letting out a huff of air as he felt the wings slip over the top of the tank. He could feel the tears burning in his eyes, and the massive lump in his throat that he’s sure going to give him away. “Thank you…” He flinched afterward, but turned toward Adam none-the-less. Adam was safe. Adam was home.
Katy had been home, too. His mind wouldn’t stop reminding him of that. He felt Adam’s arms start to coil around him and it’s the biggest relief. He let out a breathy sob, the tears spilling over, and he face planted into Adam. Adam hesitated for a moment, before Kris felt his face burying in Kris’ hair, hands gently falling over Kris’ back where the feathers meet his skin. He drew in a breath, short and sharp and almost making him feel like he was going to choke; that some electric current was there, running from Adam’s hands through his body. He expected it to disappear after a while, but it just felt like it was getting worse, building until Kris felt completely overwhelmed and high strung, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
He planned on staying there for the entire day, but then he remembered he had some things to explain. He drew in a deep breath and looked up into deep blue eyes. “Adam?” Adam tensed for a moment before lowering his gaze to Kris; he felt the wings fall a little, the tips just barely brushed his calves. Kris lowered his eyes to the floor again and cleared his throat; it didn’t help. “Can we, um… sit down? I have something to tell you.”
He felt Adam nod, and strong, freckled arms helping him over to the bed. He felt himself start smiling when Adam looked back behind him, fixing the wings every so often for Kris to be comfortable, then blue eyes lifted up to his face. “Okay, what is it?”
The smile disappears, and he sighed, concentrating on the fabric of the sweatpants rather than anything - anyone - else in the room. He took a deep breath, then looked up at Adam. “Katy kicked me out.” It wasn’t exactly how it happened, but the feeling in his gut tells him that if he would’ve stayed it would’ve happened anyway. He was about to say something else when Adam reached out, taking Kris’ hand’s in his and squeezing. It felt like Adam was squeezing his heart, in a completely amazing and great way that made him feel… loved. The feeling spread all over, making him feel almost blissfully numb.
It only lasts for a moment, though. “Is it because of…?” He nodded behind Kris, and he watched freckled lips fall when he nods. Adam’s eyes started evaluating him, then, and Kris felt his skin tingle at the same time that the familiar heat from before spread all over. After a few moments Adam cleared his throat, looking away and uncoiling their hands. Kris felt his heart sink a little. “You can stay here as long as you want…”
He felt the wings fall behind him, then stood up. “You don’t have to.” He’s about to take a step to leave, working out where else he could possibly go, when Adam’s hand closed around his shoulder. Kris gasped, biting down, hard, on his bottom lip as his wings twitched up to meet Adam’s skin. “It’s fine.” He heard through the blood pumping wildly in his ears, and when he turned toward Adam he was met with a smile that punched all the air out of his lungs. “Really.”
He stared, looking for any sign that Adam would be lying or have any regrets, and he let out a soft breath when he found nothing. He burrowed himself into Adam’s chest, feeling himself moving through the room until they fell back on the bed. Kris let himself break open then, pouring out everything from the past year into the dry sobs in Adam’s shoulder. It all seemed to melt out, though, when Adam’s hands found the wings, combing through without any kind of hesitation, smoothing down feathers and making Kris gasp and pull himself a bit closer to Adam.
He smiled to himself when Adam doesn’t seem notice Kris’ twitching in Adam’s lap and the way he was practically moaning right into his ear. He wondered just what it was going to take for Adam to realize just how dependent and important and… well, exciting Adam was to him.
Kris’s eyes flutter open and he groans, feeling Adam’s hands moving along his hips and waist, nuzzling into the his stomach and nipping on his hipbone. He feels Adam’s lips curl against his skin. “About time you woke up.” He sort of expects Adam to lift up to cuddling against Kris’ side like usual, but instead Adam trails a few kisses down to Kris’ hardening cock, brushing his lips along the sensitive skin. Kris moans and bucks up, going from half-hard to need-to-come-now just like that.
Adam, though, seems to have other plans. “What.” A kiss to the tip that makes Kris babble. “Were you.” Another. “Dreaming.” Two more, he’s stopped when he tries to coil his fingers into Adam’s sleep-mussed hair, he moans needily instead to show just how much he needs Adam right the fuck now. “About, Kristopher.” Adam looks up at him with a smile at that, and Kris never really thought his name could sound so sexual, Adam just proved him wrong and more. He writhes and whines, needing Adam to do something.
Adam decides teasing him half-to-death with little, tickling brushes over his fingers along his cock is enough. Kris shudders. “Oh god.” Adam chuckles and trails a finger of the other hand along his hip, following the subtle curve of his stomach down.
“Come on, Kris. Tell me.” It has a bit of an or-else vibe to it, and Kris has a feeling that if he doesn’t say anything now he’s going to have a horrid case of blue balls in his future.
“A-Adam.” Because he really can’t talk while Adam is still doing that with his dick, but Adam just smiles and pressed a barely-there kiss to the tip, his tongue poking out to dip into the slit and making Kris cry out and shudder something horrible. He takes a deep breath and sits up just enough to see Adam. It doesn’t exactly help. “I-” He cuts off to gasp, Adam is now suckling lightly, his lips wrapped around the crown of Kris’ cock. He takes a moment to think how evil Adam is and makes a mental note to come up with a way to get back at him later. “When… when I - nngh, fuck - I-I came here… a mmm-month ago. Just how… how accepting and great you were to me.” He pauses a moment then does his best to glare down at Adam. “Unlike now.”
Adam just snorts, then drops his hand to wrap around the base and sucks all of Kris into his mouth. It’s about two seconds before Kris is practically screaming, Adam’s hands on his hips the only things holding him back from arching up into the air wildly. A few moments later Adam pulls off, licking his lips - Kris knows what’s going to be the star of his dreams for the next week, now - and moving up beside him to nuzzle into Kris’ body. Adam growls in a way that’s just completely cute and makes Kris want to cling and hug him forever, then nips at Kris’ slack lips. “That’s rather interesting.” Adam purrs, hands brushing over Kris’ wings and making a certain part of his anatomy start arguing about round two. “I had a dream kind of like that, too.” Adam presses a kiss to Kris’ forehead, and he’s about to ask Adam what he means, but he’s distracted by the column of heat Adam just pushed into his thigh.
They’re both very thoroughly distracted for the next hour… maybe two.