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Thanks for your understanding. Playlist Album. American Idol Top 11 Season 14 V. American Idol: Top 7 Season 12 V. Video MV. The American Girl - Rick Springfield. All American Man - Kiss. Lonely Together Avicii , Rita Ora 0. Fla 0. Material Girl Madonna 0. Bedtime Story Madonna 0. Life Goes On Oliver Tree 0. There's a river a fifteen minute walk from the cabin, and by the time Kris gets out of the shower, Adam isn't showing any signs of waking up, so he takes a box of flies, his rod, and a sandwich and leaves a gone fishing note that will probably make Adam laugh.
Kris's roll cast isn't in great shape and the river's running low, but two hours of fishing is better than two hours of watching Adam sleep.
He gets a few rainbow trout and a small brown, nothing to write home about, but Kris doesn't have to think too hard about anything but where he's dropping his fly and whether the fish are hitting on midges or caddis fly imitations. The whole cabin smells like french toast when Kris walks in the front door, and Adam's in the kitchen, powdered sugar smeared across one cheek, licking his fingers in a way that's almost enough to undo two hours of relaxation. He's wearing one of Kris's button downs, barely enough to cover everything, and Kris keeps his eyes on Adam's face instead of his legs or the gap in his shirt.
Adam snorts and starts spooning more sugar onto the plate of french toast. Adam's never been a particularly messy eater, so Kris ends up mystified as to how he manages to get syrup and sugar everywhere. Kris spends five minutes chewing one bite of toast because Adam won't stop sucking his fingers into his mouth, and then Adam starts licking syrup off the inside of his wrist, flashes of tongue that have Kris wishing he'd jerked off in the shower.
When Adam goes for his palm, Kris has a sudden flashback to being seventeen and messing around in the back of his pickup, Katy's hand against her mouth just like that, and he can't help the low, involuntary noise that comes out. Kris suddenly realizes that Adam's just messing with him. You do shit like that to me all the time. Adam disappears after breakfast. Kris figures he's going to spend the next hour in front of the bathroom mirror, so he doesn't exactly check, which turns out to be a mistake when he's three minutes into tuning his guitar and notices Adam on the deck, sprawled out on a beach towel in the sun.
He's wearing a pair of Kris's sunglasses and, as far as Kris can tell, nothing else. Kris's brain stops working again. Adam gives up after the sunbathing and puts on real clothes, stretching out on the floor while Kris plays through a couple of the songs he's been working on. Adam hums along on the chorus, once Kris goes through it, and it's comfortable.
He can feel something unknotting in his stomach. It feels too fast. You're writing love songs. Did that interview last month with that obnoxious Seventeen reporter turn into something special?
Kris knows he could laugh it off, joke about it right back, but there's a real question underneath what Adam's trying to say, and it's been eight months.
Kris figures it's probably time to be honest. It hasn't been easy, but Kris has lived through harder things, and for the first time, he feels like he's not trying to split himself into pieces, one person on weekends and holidays and during two am phone calls and another the rest of the time. Adam's never asked him to be anything but what he is. Kris puts his guitar aside, stretching out on the sofa, and Adam takes the invitation, climbing up to sprawl on top of him. Kris has never known anyone like Adam, so damn comfortable with touching the people he's close to, but after a couple of years, he's used to it.
The way Adam shoves his face into Kris's neck isn't weird anymore, just comforting, and Kris forgets about the fact that Adam feels different and just takes what he's offering.
Adam drags his iPod out of his sweatshirt pocket, offering Kris an earbud, and puts on the playlist of music that Adam made for him when they were taking multiple transcontinental flights a week and Kris managed to check his headphones four times in five days. Kris wakes up a couple of hours later with Adam still on top of him, the iPod playing against his cheek, and wonders what he should freak out about first, whether he should start with the fact that he's in love for the first time since he was seventeen, or that it's another guy — at least most of the time — or that it's Adam.
Surprisingly, Kris doesn't really feel like freaking out at all. He slides out from underneath Adam, wandering into the kitchen, and Kris is halfway through buttering the bread for grilled cheese, working without really thinking about it, when Adam leans up against him, wrapping his arms around Kris's neck. Kris puts down the knife and lifts a hand without really thinking about it, pressing deep, and pushes his thumb up just beneath Adam's hair, rubbing hard.
It only takes a couple seconds for Adam's head to fall forward, and then he's making little noises, soft, the kind that sound involuntary, sex noises. Adam is so close Kris can see the freckles across his temple, the way his eyes are closed, the curve of his mouth, and he's suddenly unbelievably angry.
It's this game , like you're so charitable, such a nice guy, look how comfortable you are with the gay boy —" Adam's voice breaks. And I finally have something you want, and I just wanted you to see what it felt like, and you —".
Kris backs Adam up against the counter and kisses him. Adam pushes him back, but it's only a couple of inches. It's not exactly a firm rejection. It's not that I don't want you like this, I'd have to be dead, but I want —" Kris takes a step in, trying to keep his breathing even, leaning his forehead against Adam's.
I don't care what you look like. Kris doesn't know who starts it, but it's hot and deep and almost desperate, Adam's hands fisted in his shirt, and Kris doesn't bother to try to keep it nice. He slides his hands underneath Adam's ass and just lifts him onto the counter, stepping forward between Adam's thighs when Adam makes room. Adam licks across his lower lip, and Kris presses his hips up against the counter and swallows the noises Adam's making, trying to pull him closer until Adam gets his hands on Kris's shoulders and pushes a little.
Adam's almost naked by the time he falls back into Kris's bed, shirts and socks all over the hallway, and then he kicks off his jeans and Kris can't stop looking long enough to take his shirt off. All the women Kris has slept ever slept with have been the same, small and delicate with perfect bodies and perfect manicures and perfect lingerie, and it takes Kris all of ten seconds to realize how wrong it's always been, because Adam's spread out in his bed, laughing , and it's everything he's wanted, all along.
Kris rolls over, spread out on top of Adam, and pushes his thighs apart, finally getting their hips together, just his boxers between them. Kris likes just making out, taking it slow, but the first time he rocks his hips against Adam, rubbing up against him, Adam makes a surprised noise against his mouth. I think I miss my cock. Kris looks at him for a long moment before he drops his head against Adam's shoulder, laughing too.
Kris manages to find Adam's mouth, and then Adam's wrapping himself around him, a leg over Kris's thighs to pull him closer, sliding his palms down Kris's back. Kris moves just enough so that he can get a hand between them, cupping Adam's breast.
When he drags the heel of his hand over Adam's nipple, rubbing, Adam makes a noise that Kris almost can't handle. He's always known that Adam was loud, remembers listening to the ah-ah-ah noises Adam made when they shared a room and he thought Kris was asleep, and trying to read in his bunk on the tour when Adam's boyfriend was visiting, but it's different, up against his mouth, when Adam's arching into him.
Kris doesn't want to wait that much longer to take this further, can't wait, but Adam's pushing his hips up against Kris's in a way that's going to drive him crazy if he doesn't do something about it. Kris pulls out of a kiss to slide down Adam's body, running his hands up Adam's thighs to get him to spread his legs wider, and when he nuzzles his way across Adam's lower belly, Adam buries his hands in Kris's hair, laughing.
Adam pushes up into Kris's touch almost immediately, until Kris pulls his hand back and spreads it out against Adam's palm, holding him to the bed, and licks into him, slowly. Adam's wet, hot underneath his mouth, and Kris doesn't bother to hold back, just fucks Adam with his tongue until Adam's making that noise again, then licks up, slow broad swipes of his tongue around the outside, opening him up. Kris drags his tongue over Adam's clit, feeling him shudder all over, and then shifts so he can press his fingers into Adam again, pressing up with his fingertips.
Kris flicks his tongue again and sucks just a little, barely any pressure, and Adam comes apart underneath his mouth, panting. Kris doesn't back off, just fucks him harder with his fingers, licking him through it. Kris manages to get up for long enough to rummage in Adam's suitcase, stepping out of his boxers, and when he climbs back into bed, Adam pushes him back against the headboard and rips open a condom, rolling it down onto him before Kris can say anything.
Adam's grip is firmer than Kris is used to, unbelievably good, and he has to bite down on his lower lip to keep from pushing up into it. Just show me how to —" Adam's in his lap, squirming, and it takes all the self control Kris has not to hold him still and slam up into him. He gets a hand on Adam's hips, nudging him up until he's straddling Kris.
It takes a minute for Kris's breathing to even out, just watching Adam's face, and he has to bite his mouth again when he realizes what they're doing, who he's doing this with. It's easy to find a rhythm, but Kris knows he isn't going to last very long.
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