The Introduction

sequel to hang the sense of it

Adam opens his eyes to a sunlit room and takes a moment to watch Kris sleep. Kris sleeps like a baby, arms thrown over his head and loosely holding his own hand. It’s the cutest thing ever—which, Adam thinks, pulling the sheet down slowly to reveal Kris’ naked torso, makes his plans for this morning feel almost perverse.

Almost.

Kris also sleeps like the dead. He doesn’t wake up when Adam runs his hands up his arms, or as Adam settles snugly between his legs. He snuffles at the kiss that lands on his neck, mumbles incoherent words when Adam bends his legs up at the knees, and whines when Adam pushes a hand between their bodies to press against his cock.

He doesn’t open his eyes until Adam has a steady rhythm going, and bites Kris on the shoulder to get some kind of participation from him.

“Wha—?”

“Good morning,” Adam says, panting. “Nice of you to join me.”

Kris moans helplessly. His legs wrap around Adam’s hips—instinct or habit—and Adam rises up to claim his sleepy lips in a kiss. Adam’s hands, now that they’re free, reach up of their own volition and take a hold of Kris’ wrists. Adam proceeds to press him into the bed with lips and hands and hips, which he can tell Kris is getting off on by the constant whining sound escaping his throat.

“Get the lube,” Kris pants when Adam releases his mouth, and Adam scrambles to obey, because—brilliant idea, and he’s making good use of it when the doorbell rings.

Kris groans. “We’re ignoring it. Please tell me we’re ignoring it.” He moves his hips down insistently.

Adam shrugs. It’s Kris’ apartment.

He has three fingers in and Kris is writhing under him when the doorbell rings again, this time followed by a woman’s voice.

“Kristopher? I know you’re in there. I saw your car.”

Kris is up and off the bed in an instant. “Crap,” he says, trying to pull on his sweatpants, keeping himself steady with one hand on the wall. “Get up! Get up!”

“What?” Adam looks at his tight black jeans in dismay. Does he have to?

“It’s my mom!”

Apparently he does.

~

“Kristopher Allen, where are your manners?” the woman says, walking in like she owns the place. Which Adam guesses she kind of does. Kris’ paycheck wouldn’t cover his groceries, let alone this apartment. “I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes!”

“Sorry, Mom,” Kris says, running a hand through his hair. Adam wishes Kris had put on a t-shirt. There’s a hickey forming right on his collarbone. Very incriminating—though also very hot.

Mrs. Allen looks around and spots Adam, taking in the bed head and the rumpled clothes in a very knowing, Mom way. She puts her hands on her hips, and Adam preemptively cringes.

“You’re dating a boy and you didn’t see fit to tell your mother?”

Kris covers his face with his hands and mumbles into them. “He’s not a boy, Mom.”

Mrs. Allen makes a dismissive sound.

“What’re you doing here anyway?” Kris asks. Then he straightens up suddenly. “Is Dad here, too?”

“He’s at the hotel. Don’t tell me you forgot Ginger’s wedding!”

From the looks of it, Kris did, in fact, forget Ginger’s wedding. Adam leans against the doorframe to enjoy the dawning horror in Kris’ eyes. Weddings mean a lot of relatives. Relatives Adam needs to be introduced to. Which is something Kris has been putting off forever.

Adam clears his throat. “Mrs. Allen,” he says, “I’m Adam. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He extends a hand, but then remembers where that hand had been just a couple of minutes ago and pulls it back, rubbing his palm against his jeans unconsciously.

“Well,” Mrs. Allen says, studying Adam with an unnervingly sharp gaze, and then turning expectantly to Kris. Adam turns to stare at Kris as well. If Kris wimps out now, there’ll be hell to pay.

But Kris doesn’t, of course. Adam knew he wouldn’t. He just wasn’t maybe one hundred percent sure. Possibly.

Kris walks over to stand next to Adam, head held high, and takes Adam’s hand in his. “This is Adam,” he says, looking at his mother defiantly. “My boyfriend.”

Mrs. Allen shakes her head, giving Adam a tiny panic attack, but then she’s smiling as she says, “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

Adam gulps down his heart.

~

Kris’ mother leaves them with instructions to get a couple of tuxes and meet the family at the hotel. Kris assures her that they’ll be there, on time, appropriately attired, yes, he promises. He all but ushers her out the door, making promise after promise, and as soon as she’s gone, he slides down to the floor and says, “I can’t believe that just happened.”

Adam smirks.

“This is like a theme with us, isn’t it?”

Adam stalks over and pulls him up by the hand. “Could’ve been worse,” he says. “Could’ve been dinosaurs.”

Kris hides his laugh in Adam’s shoulder. He sounds a little like maybe he would have preferred the dinosaurs. Adam thinks an intervention might be in order.

“You wanna hide with me in the closet?” he offers. After all, it did work for them the last time.

When Kris looks up, his eyes are twinkling. “I’ll get the lube.”

The End

February 1st, 2010