On the Verge of Something Wonderful

aka the seduction fic

It’s just a finger, nothing more, but Kris feels his whole body wake up and take notice. Adam is holding his hand by the wrist, tracing the lines in his palm with a finger, slow and teasing, and taking his time. His face is turned down, eyes riveted on their hands.

Kris feels the shopping bag slip out of his grip and hit the floor. He’s just stepped inside the room. Adam said something after opening the door, asked him something…about dinner…what was it? How did they end up like this; Kris slumped against the wall and Adam looming over him, slowly stealing his sanity with a fingertip?

“Adam…what?”

“Ssssh,” Adam says, his breath brushing Kris’ neck. Kris shivers.

Adam’s finger travels up his palm to the inside of his wrist. It tickles and burns along the trail, leaving an itch under Kris’ skin.

“Adam, we said…” He feels Adam step even closer, their thighs brushing. “We said we’d wait,” Kris says, suddenly breathless.

“So we did,” Adam whispers, face tucked against Kris’ neck, his lips almost touching his skin.

Kris’ breath hitches; just the suggestion of those lips on his body makes it hard to breathe. Adam’s finger continues to trace shapes on the inside of Kris’ arm, slowly and hypnotically. Kris closes his eyes and sees notes and chords branded into his skin, waiting for Adam’s mouth to turn them into sound.

“So we’re not waiting anymore?” he breathes out.

Adam pushes his face firmly against Kris’ neck, his body going taut. “We’ve waited enough,” he says, voice rough and gravelly, like he’s been singing all day. “I’ve been waiting forever.” His lips finally press against Kris’ skin and Kris’ heart jumps in his chest when they part to suck on his flesh. Adam’s mouth is hot like a furnace and so wet and alive, Kris can’t help but buck against him, wanting more, wanting everything.

Adam’s hand tightens on his wrist and holds it against the wall in an iron grip. He bites Kris’ jaw, just a warning, and follows his jaw line with his tongue. Kris can feel his pants getting tighter and his chest feeling too full to contain his out-of-control heart. This is too soon, too much, he doesn’t know if he can…

“Adam. I don’t…”

“You don’t what?” Adam whispers, nuzzling his ear. “You don’t want this?” His hips move against Kris’ thigh to make it obvious what’s on offer.

Oh, Kris wants it. Kris wants it bad. He just isn’t sure if he can do it. He’s only been officially separated for a week now. He took off his ring, but he is not even divorced yet. He thought he’d have time for this—time to get ready and get comfortable.

Adam licks a stripe down his throat and gives his collarbone a firm kiss. He lets go of Kris’ wrist to run his hands up Kris’ waist, lifting his shirt up with broad, unyielding palms. The shirt bunches up, but then falls back down. Adam’s hands stay on Kris’ sides, holding him against the wall.

“Tell me you want it,” Adam says, working one of his thighs between Kris’ legs and moving. Kris can’t think, let alone talk. He can feel a flush cover his face and work its way down his chest. Adam must see it too, because he ducks his head to place a kiss where Kris’ shirt is gaping, showing a little skin.

“Tell me,” Adam says again, hips moving against him like waves, like Kris has seen him move on stage a million times before, but somehow darker and deeper now, as if he means to drown Kris. Kris opens his mouth, but only a groan comes out. His eyes close again; he is too scared of what’s in front of him to keep looking.

Adam growls—a noise Kris has never heard him make before—and grabs the sides of Kris’ shirt to yank it open. Buttons fly left and right, and before Kris can take in a breath to ask Adam what he thinks he is doing, Adam’s lips clamp on his nipple.

Kris’ body shudders. He tries to stop it, but it’s futile. His body is a live wire, trembling with barely contained energy. Adam’s hair tickles his chest and his chin, and Adam’s tongue laves his nipple, wet and hot and with purpose. It’s the most intimate they’ve ever been, and even though Kris knew that they were more than friends, that there was more to their relationship, that Adam wanted him, this right here changes everything. It makes everything real.

Kris opens his eyes and looks down; messy hair, blue streaks, large, familiar hands. His own hands are shaking as they move to touch him, and Adam looks up when they settle tentatively in his hair.

Adam’s lips look used. Kris licks his own in sympathy.

Adam refuses to look away as he slowly kneels down. His hands trail down Kris’ sides, landing on the waistband of Kris’ jeans, and Kris expects him to smirk, watches his lips waiting for the one sided lift, but it doesn’t come. Adam holds his gaze for as long as he can as he moves closer and shuts his eyes with a soft moan when he buries his face between Kris’ legs.

It feels like a heart attack, a thousand shocks to his system at once, and Kris makes an undignified noise. He can’t even feel much through his jeans, not Adam’s breath or his warmth, but it’s the sight of him that does it. Adam’s hands tease their way over to Kris’ fly and it’s like a silent gunshot when he pops open the button. Kris watches, suspended in time, as he pulls down the zipper, slips a hand inside and strokes him through his boxers.

It’s a challenge not to come at that sight.

“Tell me,” Adam whispers, his hands everywhere at once, his mouth impossibly close to Kris’ skin.

Kris opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out.

Next thing he knows, Adam is getting up on his feet, grabbing Kris’ thighs, lifting him off the floor and pushing him up against the wall. Kris’ hands automatically grab onto Adam’s shoulders, clutching at his t-shirt, and he groans when Adam thrusts in between his legs as they wrap around Adam’s thighs. Kris tells himself that it’s not real, the way Adam’s hard on feels like it’s burning its way through both their clothes, but he thinks it would be appropriate if it were. Adam’s want is a physical thing between them, sticky and hot, and Kris finds it hard to believe that someone could want him that badly. That Adam could want him that badly.

Adam lets his mouth rest on Kris’ cheek, lips parted to let breath and moisture escape. “Kris,” he moans, and he looks like he means to say more, but then their lips meet and the sound is lost between their mouths.

Adam kisses him like he is making love to his mouth: smooth and soft, leaving no corner untouched, and then hard and fast, like he is running towards an orgasm. It’s not like a first kiss at all; it’s like they’ve practiced it for days and found a way to perfectly fit their mouths and tongues together. Kris may not have had many partners, but he would have thought that he knew all about kissing. This one leaves him breathless and dazed, so bewildered he can do nothing but cling to Adam’s shoulders and neck, leaning his head back to offer himself up to Adam’s kisses, now soothing his lips with small pecks and licks.

Adam gives him another firm kiss and leans their foreheads together, his eyes softer and a little bit pleading.

“Tell me you want me,” he begs, slowing down the rhythm of his hips.

Kris breathes in Adam’s skin, his sweat, and leans forward slightly to take his upper lip into his mouth. He feels the slight hint of stubble against the inside of his lip. When he lets go, Adam’s face is scrunched up, like he is concentrating hard, maybe bracing himself for a no, I can’t.

The denial is at the tip of Kris’ tongue, but when he opens his mouth, that’s not what comes out.

“I love you.”

Adam stares at him, mouth gaping open, brows drawn together. He drops Kris’ legs, letting him land back on his feet, and Kris panics, thinking that was the wrong thing to say, that wasn’t what he asked. But the next second, Adam is on his knees again, yanking down Kris’ jeans along with his boxers, and then he is holding Kris’ cock in a sure grip and swallowing him whole.

Kris grabs his hair and lets the waves wash over him.

~

Kris is sitting against the wall with Adam’s head in his lap, fingers carding through his wild hair, their clothes half on and half strewn about the place.

“So,” he says, looking down at Adam. “Let’s not wait then.”

Adam grins wide. “Let’s not.”

The End

August 28th, 2009