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something_rareTitle: After All (Sequel to Can't Let You Go) - Chapter Four
Rating: R
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Note: A huge thank you to![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
bigj52. Thank you for being an amazing beta. I feel guilty for the amount of work I put you through with each story.
Chapter Four
Brian’s breath hitched with every step he took. The closer he got to the front door of his former home – Kris’s present home – the more his heart raced. Thinking about the home as only being ‘Kris’s’, disturbed him more than he let on. After all, he signed the mortgage papers right along with Kris way back when.
Apparently though, the home was no longer in his name. Just Kris’s. Kris had that changed two years after his ‘death‘. He didn’t blame Kris, he just didn’t like it. The home was just as much a part of him as it was a part of Kris. Just about everything that was updated and fixed was done with his own two hands. Yet, he had no legal claim to it.
Quite honestly, it pissed him off no end.
He only knocked on the door once before letting himself in. Brian shut the door behind him and looked around the place. No sign of Kris. Taking the steps two at a time, he shot up the stairs and straight into Kris’s bedroom.
Immediately, he noticed the lump on the bed all covered over with blankets. For a moment, it made him smile. Kris always had every single blanket covering his body, especially his feet. He wasn’t about to take any chances of anything scurrying across the bed as unfounded as it may have been.
He glanced at the alarm clock and shook his head in disgust. Granted, it was Sunday; technically, Kris’s sleeping-in day but it was almost three o’clock in the afternoon. Pulling back the covers, he frowned. Kris was still in his best-man suit. He hadn’t even bothered to change clothes.
“Wake up!” Brian bellowed. “You’re sleeping the day away.”
Kris groaned, reaching down and yanking the covers back over his head. “Leave me alone, it’s Sunday.”
Brian sat down on the edge of the bed and bounced a few times to try and rouse him. When that didn’t work, he simply pulled back the covers again. “Come on!”
“God, Brian,” Kris huffed, rolling over to face him. His eyes were still practically shut; only a hint of brown could be seen beneath the lashes. “I’m tired, leave me alone.”
He folded his arms in front of his chest. “Where were you last night?”
Opening his eyes a little bit more, Kris moaned loudly. “What?”
“Where were you?” He stood to his feet, keeping his arms crossed. Leaning over the bed, he stretched his neck as far as it would go. “I drove by your place shortly after you left the hall and I didn’t see your car.”
“What’re you doing?” Kris asked, propping himself up on his elbows. “Checking up on me now?”
Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Why did Kris care? Did he have something to hide? Brian turned his back to Kris and stared at the walls full of childish drawings. “I hate this room; it looks just like a classroom.”
Kris let out a long sigh. “Well, I am a teacher, you know.”
Brian shook his head in disgust, closing his eyes. Even closing his eyes didn’t help though; the drawings were burned into his corneas and even in the darkness, he still saw the outline of them. “Why don’t we do that today?”
Kris yawned. “Do what?”
Brian made his way over to the wall where he reached out and pulled one of the drawings off.
“What’re you doing?” Kris demanded, sitting up straight. “Don’t pull those pictures off. This is my room.”
Brian nodded, throwing the drawing over his shoulder. “True, but once that dick signs the divorce papers and we finally get remarried, it’ll be my room too.” Placing his hands on his hips in an act of superiority, he turned around. “And there is no way in hell that I’m going to be sleeping in a room full of childish drawings. Period.”
Kris jumped up and off the bed in one swift movement. He frowned at Brian before bending down and grabbing the attacked drawing. “Well, until then,” he trailed, standing up and making his way over to the wall. “Leave the walls and my drawings alone.”
“What’s your problem anyway?” Brian snorted. “Did the dick help you put up these pictures or something? Is that why you’re getting all sentimental on me?”
Kris placed the paper down on the dresser and jerked his body around. “I would appreciate it if you would stop calling him a dick. His name is Adam and no, this room was this way long before he came into the picture.”
Brian blew out a breath and sat back down on the bed. “So, you never answered my original question.” Taking another deep breath, he leaned back on his hands. “Where were you last night?”
Kris’s eyes remained focused on Brian’s. “And you never answered my question…why are you checking up on me?”
Brian tried to gauge Kris’s reaction, read his face. He was looking for any clue that would confirm his suspicions.
“If you must know, Brian,” Kris huffed, throwing a displeasing look his way. “I went for a drive.”
His body jerked. “At two in the morning? Do you even know how dangerous that is?”
“I have a pretty good idea of how dangerous it is but at the same time, I’m pretty capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much,” Kris retaliated, turning his back. Slowly, he started going through his drawers, pulling out clothes along the way and throwing them on the bed. “In case you’ve forgotten, I was on my own for over three years.” He shut the drawer hard and turned back around. “Is there anything else?”
Brian’s body tensed at Kris’s tone of voice. He didn’t like it. And he wasn’t used to it by any means. Kris had changed over the course of the years that he wasn’t around. “You never would’ve talked to me like that before.”
“Before what, Brian?” Kris asked, walking towards the bed. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not the same person I was five years ago? I was forced to grow up and take care of myself.” Kris grabbed his clothes off the bed, never taking his eyes off Brian’s. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but it’s who I am now.”
“I don’t believe that,” Brian said, watching Kris’s every move. “I think you like to try and come off all rough‘n tough but I for one, know exactly what you’re really like.”
Kris sighed heavily, shaking his head back and forth. “What you know and remember, is me being twenty-one years old. I’m not twenty-one anymore.”
Kris’s words fell on deaf ears. Brian was too busy studying his moves, still searching for a clue or sign. Relaxing a bit, he leaned back on his arms again. “How long did you just drive around for?”
Kris’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not gonna let this drop, are you?” Throwing the clothes back down on the bed, he defiantly placed his hands on his hips. “I drove around for approximately two hours, give or take a few minutes and then I came straight home and went directly to bed.” He gave himself a good once-over before bringing his gaze back to Brian’s. “I didn’t even bother to change because I was too tired.”
“Where’d you go?”
“All over town,” he answered swiftly.
Too swiftly in Brian’s opinion. Was that the clue that he was looking for? It was hard to tell. “Give me an exact location.”
Kris’s body shifted to one foot, extending his right hip. Kris sighed loudly while shaking his head. “I can’t because I just drove up one way on the expressway and down the other, Brian.”
Brian narrowed his eyes at the sight of him. Kris was acting too defensive for his liking, a sure sign that he was lying or covering something up. “Why are you lying to me? Are you trying to hide something from me?”
Kris scrubbed his face with his hands. “I am not lying,” he mumbled loudly. Removing his hands, he bent back down and grabbed his clothes. “Brian…you have some serious issues,” he whispered under his breath.
“Yeah?” Brian questioned, rising to his feet. “No shit, Kris. You would have serious issues too if you were held captive in a foreign country against your will…for three fucking years!” He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He was getting too worked up over this and if he didn’t watch it, Kris’d realize what he was up to. “Why do you think I see a goddamn shrink three times a week? For the hell of it?”
Kris’s face softened as he took a few steps towards him. Reaching out, he rubbed Brian’s arm and smiled. “I’m sorry, honey and I know you’re trying to work your issues out but you just have to learn to trust me, okay?”
“I want to trust you Kris, but it’s not easy.” His eyes focused on Kris’s. “After coming home and finding out that you were married to someone else…well, it was a quite a blow and I guess I’m afraid that you’re gonna just pick up and leave one day and it scares me.”
Kris dropped his clothes to the bed and brought his hands around Brian’s waist, pulling him in tightly. “Honey…you know that I would never do that to you.”
Feeling Kris’s arms around his waist, Brian began to relax. It felt good to feel Kris’s body so close to his. It felt right, but yet, somehow, it felt different. It almost seemed like Kris was babying him and toying with his emotions - saying anything and everything just to please him.
Brian pulled away and gripped Kris’s arms with his hands. “Were you with Adam last night after you left the hall?”
Kris’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“You heard me.”
Kris’s body tensed underneath his hold and stare. He felt it. And now he knew what he knew all along. He had his sign.
“No, I wasn’t with Adam,” he said quietly, looking away from Brian. “Why would you even think that? He had his boyfriend with him in case you didn’t notice.”
“Just checking,” he mumbled, pushing Kris away. “But so help me God, Kris…if I find out that you lied to me,” he trailed, picking up Kris’s clothes on the bed and practically throwing them at Kris. “Get dressed.”
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“Are you sure you don’t just want to come back to New York with me tonight, sweetie?” William asked, packing the last of his clothes into his suitcase. Turning to him, he shrugged. “Is there anything I could do to persuade you?”
Adam smiled and made his way over to William. Taking him in his arms, he sighed. “I need to stay back for the next two days and tie up some loose ends around here.” He kissed William on the cheek and pulled back. “Besides, I need time to decide if I really want to sell this house or not.”
William gave him a lop-sided grin. “I would if I were you. This house really isn’t your style anyway.”
Adam was caught off-guard hearing those words. “What do you mean? This house is exactly my style. My place in New York is the one that isn’t me. I can’t stand that modern techno garbage that’s in there.”
“Really?” William asked, zipping his suitcase closed. “I love modern.”
Exactly…and for this measly reason alone, he knew their relationship would never be about anything more than what it already was. Sex. When it came right down to it, that’s all it was about. William knew it and Adam knew it.
He sat down on the window seat in the bedroom and watched his boyfriend continue to gather his things for his carry-on bag. Kris was right. William was definitely beautiful. And classy too. Beautiful and classy. Two words that didn’t really make him go “gaga” like they used to when he was in his twenties.
William’s blonde hair reminded him of Patrick. His chest reminded him of Patrick. His tall, lean frame reminded him of Patrick. Him being an actor reminded him of Patrick. His love of modern décor also reminded him of Patrick.
Adam scratched his head, fighting to keep the comparisons to a minimum. It wasn’t fair to William. He shouldn’t be comparing him to his ex-boyfriend, but damn, it was hard not to. If someone were to just quickly glance in William’s direction, they might actually mistake him for Patrick.
Everything between the two men pretty much measured up equally. Adam wasn’t so sure he liked that exactly, but for the moment, William suited his needs.
“I wish I could stay with you,” William said sweetly, making his way over to Adam. Straddling his lap, he placed his arms around his neck. “But I can’t…duty calls.”
“I know,” Adam whispered into his ear, mesmerized by his scent. He felt an ache in his groin and slightly moaned. Damn, he was getting hard just smelling him. “You smell nice.”
“Thanks,” William whispered back. “I used some body and bath spray I found under your sink in the bathroom.”
Adam closed his eyes, forcing himself to remain still and quiet at what he’d just heard. It was Kris’s scent. “It smells good on you,” he managed to say quietly, wishing like hell that William wouldn’t have put it on.
“Hey,” William said, sitting up straight and stretching his neck towards the window. “It looks like there’s a pair of shoes outside by that tree swing.”
Adam’s eyes opened while he pulled himself back and turned to the side. Straining his eyes, they finally focused on the object. They were definitely shoes all right. Kris’s shoes, to be exact. He must have forgotten them on the night that they talked.
“Are you sure?” he questioned, looking back to his boyfriend. “They don’t look like shoes.”
“They sure do to me,” William quipped, trying to stand to his feet.
Adam’s grip tightened around his waist. “Whoa…where’re you going?”
“Outside,” he said firmly.
Adam’s heart started pounding faster. He needed to think fast or risk the chance of William putting two and two together. He was already suspicious about the night he’d left the hotel to check on the house as it was. He couldn’t understand why it took Adam so long, so he was forced to lie in order to cover his tracks. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t have a choice.
“Not so fast,” he mumbled, grabbing the back of William’s neck with one of his hands. Quickly, he brought William’s head down to where it met his and licked his lips. Winking, he let his other hand slowly trail up William’s side. “I thought you wanted to try and convince me to go back to New York with you?”
William’s look was suspicious. Adam could tell. “And you led me to believe that there wasn’t anything I could do to convince you.”
“Well,” Adam trailed, shrugging. “You’re probably right, but it’d be fun to try.” Pressing his lips to William’s, he quickly dove his tongue inside, desperate to try and get William to forget about the shoes in the backyard. “Don’t ya think?” he mumbled into William’s mouth, running his hand across William’s chest.
“Maybe,” William mumbled back. Quickly, he placed his hand over Adam’s and squeezed. In turn, Adam pinched his nipple. Moaning, William pulled away from him and dropped his head back. “Okay…it’d be fun to do it right here with me sitting right on you in this exact position.”
Adam smiled, squeezing William’s taunt nipple over the fabric of his shirt.
William’s head dropped forward. Opening his eyes to just tiny slits, he smiled. “You’re not just doing this so I don’t question you on how those shoes got in your backyard, are you?”
Busted. Adam should’ve known better than to think he’d actually get away with something so blatant. He threw William a loaded smile. “Maybe.”
“We have an open relationship, Adam,” William stated seriously, looking into his eyes. “I don’t ask and you don’t ask me, right?”
Adam nodded. An open relationship was the exact words that he’d used when they first got together. And it was still how he felt. It didn’t matter that he had never acted on his own words and whether William did or not, remained to be seen. He didn’t want to be tied down…unless it was to a bedpost, which wasn’t all that unlikely with William’s bedroom aerobics.
“And that’s the way I still want it,” William continued, running his tongue along Adam’s lips and down his neck. “I just don’t want to see remnants of your sexual conquests…if you know what I mean.”
Adam knew what he meant, but he couldn’t find the words to say it. He was too caught up in the heat of moment; knowing exactly where William’s tongue was headed.
“Just try and be a little more discreet.” William brought his head back up and nipped on Adam’s bottom lip. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Adam moaned, breathing heavily. “Yeah, I got it.”
Rating: R
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Note: A huge thank you to
bigj52. Thank you for being an amazing beta. I feel guilty for the amount of work I put you through with each story.Chapter Four
Brian’s breath hitched with every step he took. The closer he got to the front door of his former home – Kris’s present home – the more his heart raced. Thinking about the home as only being ‘Kris’s’, disturbed him more than he let on. After all, he signed the mortgage papers right along with Kris way back when.
Apparently though, the home was no longer in his name. Just Kris’s. Kris had that changed two years after his ‘death‘. He didn’t blame Kris, he just didn’t like it. The home was just as much a part of him as it was a part of Kris. Just about everything that was updated and fixed was done with his own two hands. Yet, he had no legal claim to it.
Quite honestly, it pissed him off no end.
He only knocked on the door once before letting himself in. Brian shut the door behind him and looked around the place. No sign of Kris. Taking the steps two at a time, he shot up the stairs and straight into Kris’s bedroom.
Immediately, he noticed the lump on the bed all covered over with blankets. For a moment, it made him smile. Kris always had every single blanket covering his body, especially his feet. He wasn’t about to take any chances of anything scurrying across the bed as unfounded as it may have been.
He glanced at the alarm clock and shook his head in disgust. Granted, it was Sunday; technically, Kris’s sleeping-in day but it was almost three o’clock in the afternoon. Pulling back the covers, he frowned. Kris was still in his best-man suit. He hadn’t even bothered to change clothes.
“Wake up!” Brian bellowed. “You’re sleeping the day away.”
Kris groaned, reaching down and yanking the covers back over his head. “Leave me alone, it’s Sunday.”
Brian sat down on the edge of the bed and bounced a few times to try and rouse him. When that didn’t work, he simply pulled back the covers again. “Come on!”
“God, Brian,” Kris huffed, rolling over to face him. His eyes were still practically shut; only a hint of brown could be seen beneath the lashes. “I’m tired, leave me alone.”
He folded his arms in front of his chest. “Where were you last night?”
Opening his eyes a little bit more, Kris moaned loudly. “What?”
“Where were you?” He stood to his feet, keeping his arms crossed. Leaning over the bed, he stretched his neck as far as it would go. “I drove by your place shortly after you left the hall and I didn’t see your car.”
“What’re you doing?” Kris asked, propping himself up on his elbows. “Checking up on me now?”
Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Why did Kris care? Did he have something to hide? Brian turned his back to Kris and stared at the walls full of childish drawings. “I hate this room; it looks just like a classroom.”
Kris let out a long sigh. “Well, I am a teacher, you know.”
Brian shook his head in disgust, closing his eyes. Even closing his eyes didn’t help though; the drawings were burned into his corneas and even in the darkness, he still saw the outline of them. “Why don’t we do that today?”
Kris yawned. “Do what?”
Brian made his way over to the wall where he reached out and pulled one of the drawings off.
“What’re you doing?” Kris demanded, sitting up straight. “Don’t pull those pictures off. This is my room.”
Brian nodded, throwing the drawing over his shoulder. “True, but once that dick signs the divorce papers and we finally get remarried, it’ll be my room too.” Placing his hands on his hips in an act of superiority, he turned around. “And there is no way in hell that I’m going to be sleeping in a room full of childish drawings. Period.”
Kris jumped up and off the bed in one swift movement. He frowned at Brian before bending down and grabbing the attacked drawing. “Well, until then,” he trailed, standing up and making his way over to the wall. “Leave the walls and my drawings alone.”
“What’s your problem anyway?” Brian snorted. “Did the dick help you put up these pictures or something? Is that why you’re getting all sentimental on me?”
Kris placed the paper down on the dresser and jerked his body around. “I would appreciate it if you would stop calling him a dick. His name is Adam and no, this room was this way long before he came into the picture.”
Brian blew out a breath and sat back down on the bed. “So, you never answered my original question.” Taking another deep breath, he leaned back on his hands. “Where were you last night?”
Kris’s eyes remained focused on Brian’s. “And you never answered my question…why are you checking up on me?”
Brian tried to gauge Kris’s reaction, read his face. He was looking for any clue that would confirm his suspicions.
“If you must know, Brian,” Kris huffed, throwing a displeasing look his way. “I went for a drive.”
His body jerked. “At two in the morning? Do you even know how dangerous that is?”
“I have a pretty good idea of how dangerous it is but at the same time, I’m pretty capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much,” Kris retaliated, turning his back. Slowly, he started going through his drawers, pulling out clothes along the way and throwing them on the bed. “In case you’ve forgotten, I was on my own for over three years.” He shut the drawer hard and turned back around. “Is there anything else?”
Brian’s body tensed at Kris’s tone of voice. He didn’t like it. And he wasn’t used to it by any means. Kris had changed over the course of the years that he wasn’t around. “You never would’ve talked to me like that before.”
“Before what, Brian?” Kris asked, walking towards the bed. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not the same person I was five years ago? I was forced to grow up and take care of myself.” Kris grabbed his clothes off the bed, never taking his eyes off Brian’s. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but it’s who I am now.”
“I don’t believe that,” Brian said, watching Kris’s every move. “I think you like to try and come off all rough‘n tough but I for one, know exactly what you’re really like.”
Kris sighed heavily, shaking his head back and forth. “What you know and remember, is me being twenty-one years old. I’m not twenty-one anymore.”
Kris’s words fell on deaf ears. Brian was too busy studying his moves, still searching for a clue or sign. Relaxing a bit, he leaned back on his arms again. “How long did you just drive around for?”
Kris’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not gonna let this drop, are you?” Throwing the clothes back down on the bed, he defiantly placed his hands on his hips. “I drove around for approximately two hours, give or take a few minutes and then I came straight home and went directly to bed.” He gave himself a good once-over before bringing his gaze back to Brian’s. “I didn’t even bother to change because I was too tired.”
“Where’d you go?”
“All over town,” he answered swiftly.
Too swiftly in Brian’s opinion. Was that the clue that he was looking for? It was hard to tell. “Give me an exact location.”
Kris’s body shifted to one foot, extending his right hip. Kris sighed loudly while shaking his head. “I can’t because I just drove up one way on the expressway and down the other, Brian.”
Brian narrowed his eyes at the sight of him. Kris was acting too defensive for his liking, a sure sign that he was lying or covering something up. “Why are you lying to me? Are you trying to hide something from me?”
Kris scrubbed his face with his hands. “I am not lying,” he mumbled loudly. Removing his hands, he bent back down and grabbed his clothes. “Brian…you have some serious issues,” he whispered under his breath.
“Yeah?” Brian questioned, rising to his feet. “No shit, Kris. You would have serious issues too if you were held captive in a foreign country against your will…for three fucking years!” He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He was getting too worked up over this and if he didn’t watch it, Kris’d realize what he was up to. “Why do you think I see a goddamn shrink three times a week? For the hell of it?”
Kris’s face softened as he took a few steps towards him. Reaching out, he rubbed Brian’s arm and smiled. “I’m sorry, honey and I know you’re trying to work your issues out but you just have to learn to trust me, okay?”
“I want to trust you Kris, but it’s not easy.” His eyes focused on Kris’s. “After coming home and finding out that you were married to someone else…well, it was a quite a blow and I guess I’m afraid that you’re gonna just pick up and leave one day and it scares me.”
Kris dropped his clothes to the bed and brought his hands around Brian’s waist, pulling him in tightly. “Honey…you know that I would never do that to you.”
Feeling Kris’s arms around his waist, Brian began to relax. It felt good to feel Kris’s body so close to his. It felt right, but yet, somehow, it felt different. It almost seemed like Kris was babying him and toying with his emotions - saying anything and everything just to please him.
Brian pulled away and gripped Kris’s arms with his hands. “Were you with Adam last night after you left the hall?”
Kris’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“You heard me.”
Kris’s body tensed underneath his hold and stare. He felt it. And now he knew what he knew all along. He had his sign.
“No, I wasn’t with Adam,” he said quietly, looking away from Brian. “Why would you even think that? He had his boyfriend with him in case you didn’t notice.”
“Just checking,” he mumbled, pushing Kris away. “But so help me God, Kris…if I find out that you lied to me,” he trailed, picking up Kris’s clothes on the bed and practically throwing them at Kris. “Get dressed.”
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“Are you sure you don’t just want to come back to New York with me tonight, sweetie?” William asked, packing the last of his clothes into his suitcase. Turning to him, he shrugged. “Is there anything I could do to persuade you?”
Adam smiled and made his way over to William. Taking him in his arms, he sighed. “I need to stay back for the next two days and tie up some loose ends around here.” He kissed William on the cheek and pulled back. “Besides, I need time to decide if I really want to sell this house or not.”
William gave him a lop-sided grin. “I would if I were you. This house really isn’t your style anyway.”
Adam was caught off-guard hearing those words. “What do you mean? This house is exactly my style. My place in New York is the one that isn’t me. I can’t stand that modern techno garbage that’s in there.”
“Really?” William asked, zipping his suitcase closed. “I love modern.”
Exactly…and for this measly reason alone, he knew their relationship would never be about anything more than what it already was. Sex. When it came right down to it, that’s all it was about. William knew it and Adam knew it.
He sat down on the window seat in the bedroom and watched his boyfriend continue to gather his things for his carry-on bag. Kris was right. William was definitely beautiful. And classy too. Beautiful and classy. Two words that didn’t really make him go “gaga” like they used to when he was in his twenties.
William’s blonde hair reminded him of Patrick. His chest reminded him of Patrick. His tall, lean frame reminded him of Patrick. Him being an actor reminded him of Patrick. His love of modern décor also reminded him of Patrick.
Adam scratched his head, fighting to keep the comparisons to a minimum. It wasn’t fair to William. He shouldn’t be comparing him to his ex-boyfriend, but damn, it was hard not to. If someone were to just quickly glance in William’s direction, they might actually mistake him for Patrick.
Everything between the two men pretty much measured up equally. Adam wasn’t so sure he liked that exactly, but for the moment, William suited his needs.
“I wish I could stay with you,” William said sweetly, making his way over to Adam. Straddling his lap, he placed his arms around his neck. “But I can’t…duty calls.”
“I know,” Adam whispered into his ear, mesmerized by his scent. He felt an ache in his groin and slightly moaned. Damn, he was getting hard just smelling him. “You smell nice.”
“Thanks,” William whispered back. “I used some body and bath spray I found under your sink in the bathroom.”
Adam closed his eyes, forcing himself to remain still and quiet at what he’d just heard. It was Kris’s scent. “It smells good on you,” he managed to say quietly, wishing like hell that William wouldn’t have put it on.
“Hey,” William said, sitting up straight and stretching his neck towards the window. “It looks like there’s a pair of shoes outside by that tree swing.”
Adam’s eyes opened while he pulled himself back and turned to the side. Straining his eyes, they finally focused on the object. They were definitely shoes all right. Kris’s shoes, to be exact. He must have forgotten them on the night that they talked.
“Are you sure?” he questioned, looking back to his boyfriend. “They don’t look like shoes.”
“They sure do to me,” William quipped, trying to stand to his feet.
Adam’s grip tightened around his waist. “Whoa…where’re you going?”
“Outside,” he said firmly.
Adam’s heart started pounding faster. He needed to think fast or risk the chance of William putting two and two together. He was already suspicious about the night he’d left the hotel to check on the house as it was. He couldn’t understand why it took Adam so long, so he was forced to lie in order to cover his tracks. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t have a choice.
“Not so fast,” he mumbled, grabbing the back of William’s neck with one of his hands. Quickly, he brought William’s head down to where it met his and licked his lips. Winking, he let his other hand slowly trail up William’s side. “I thought you wanted to try and convince me to go back to New York with you?”
William’s look was suspicious. Adam could tell. “And you led me to believe that there wasn’t anything I could do to convince you.”
“Well,” Adam trailed, shrugging. “You’re probably right, but it’d be fun to try.” Pressing his lips to William’s, he quickly dove his tongue inside, desperate to try and get William to forget about the shoes in the backyard. “Don’t ya think?” he mumbled into William’s mouth, running his hand across William’s chest.
“Maybe,” William mumbled back. Quickly, he placed his hand over Adam’s and squeezed. In turn, Adam pinched his nipple. Moaning, William pulled away from him and dropped his head back. “Okay…it’d be fun to do it right here with me sitting right on you in this exact position.”
Adam smiled, squeezing William’s taunt nipple over the fabric of his shirt.
William’s head dropped forward. Opening his eyes to just tiny slits, he smiled. “You’re not just doing this so I don’t question you on how those shoes got in your backyard, are you?”
Busted. Adam should’ve known better than to think he’d actually get away with something so blatant. He threw William a loaded smile. “Maybe.”
“We have an open relationship, Adam,” William stated seriously, looking into his eyes. “I don’t ask and you don’t ask me, right?”
Adam nodded. An open relationship was the exact words that he’d used when they first got together. And it was still how he felt. It didn’t matter that he had never acted on his own words and whether William did or not, remained to be seen. He didn’t want to be tied down…unless it was to a bedpost, which wasn’t all that unlikely with William’s bedroom aerobics.
“And that’s the way I still want it,” William continued, running his tongue along Adam’s lips and down his neck. “I just don’t want to see remnants of your sexual conquests…if you know what I mean.”
Adam knew what he meant, but he couldn’t find the words to say it. He was too caught up in the heat of moment; knowing exactly where William’s tongue was headed.
“Just try and be a little more discreet.” William brought his head back up and nipped on Adam’s bottom lip. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Adam moaned, breathing heavily. “Yeah, I got it.”
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Date: 2011-10-18 01:24 am (UTC)*so glad you're back :D
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Date: 2011-10-18 03:34 am (UTC)And Adam's situation is not any better at all. His relationship with William is purely based on sex, with no mutual love and they have no interests in common. Adam compares William to his other ex-boyfriend and seems to be "starving" for someone to love/love him and will settle if he can't have Kris back. Adam feels he has to use sex as a distraction to William, so he will "forget" to ask more questions about having contact with Kris. Even though William said he doesn't care to hear about Adam's contacts with Kris anyway :(
I hope Kris & Adam still plan to meet at the house on Tuesday as planned! They need to have more time to talk and be less awkward.
Anyways, that's my more than two cents and my psychoanalysis of this sequel ;oP I still love it and anxiously await the next update.....btw, do you have a posting schedule? ;)
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:45 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the next chapter and there dinner!
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Date: 2011-11-16 10:58 am (UTC)Fabulous story you have here. You were able to get me so upset with the lying and secrets Kris had, that I couldn't just walk away from the story. That is the mark of a great writer; to be able to make us feel the emotions of the characters.
Thanks for sharing this with us, and please update it soon!