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Title: After All (Sequel to Can't Let You Go) - Chapter Nine
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]bigj52. Thank you for being an amazing beta.




Chapter Nine

“What else is there to say?”
 
“Plenty,” Adam barked.
 
For over a minute, both Adam and Kris simply stared at each other through the darkness. It was awkward and intimidating. Kris didn’t know what to say or what to expect, but then again, neither did Adam or else he would’ve already been talking.
 
Turning around, Adam rested his bottom against the foot of the bed. Slowly, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “So…” he trailed, turning his head to look at him. “We’re getting divorced, are we?”
 
Kris swallowed hard. “Well…eventually I guess,” he whispered.
 
“Eventually?”
 
He nodded.
 
“So my attorney really didn’t screw up then?” he questioned, letting his shoulders slump. “You haven’t filed yet, I take it.”
 
“No,” Kris whispered, unable to look at him. “I just told him that because he wouldn’t let up about it.”
 
“Tell him to fuck off,” Adam quipped, shaking his head. “I thought you said that you weren’t letting him play the guilt card on you anymore.”
 
“I’m not,” he retaliated. “At least not now. This all happened well over three months ago.”
 
“I see,” he moaned, letting his head fall back.
 
“What’re you doing here?”
 
He continued to stare at the ceiling. “Do I have to have a reason?” When Kris didn’t answer him, he cocked his head to the side. “You forgot the box with your stuff.”
 
“Oh,” Kris simply responded, nodding his head. What was he hoping to hear? Did he really think that Adam was going to claim that he loved him and just wanted to see him? “Well, thanks.”
 
“Listen,” Adam said, pulling his weight off the bed. “I’m sorry about earlier, okay? Things kind of got out of hand and I probably said and did a few things that I shouldn’t have.” He extended his hand in order to shake hands with Kris. “Can we just call it a truce and try to be friends?”
 
Kris hesitated at returning the gesture. Hadn’t they already gone over this? Noticing that Adam wasn’t about to let his hand drop without at least a small return on his part, he slowly brought his hand up and clasped his. “I thought friendship was out of the question,” he whispered.
 
Oddly, they shook hands for a moment. Neither one made any attempt to pull their hands back both of them still leaving them clasped together. “You were the one who said that, not me.”
 
Good point. Kris nervously laughed, dropping his head to look at their hands. Their hands still fit together perfectly. Why that thought would even run through his head at that particular time confused him. He shouldn’t be thinking along those lines. “I don’t know, Adam,” he whispered. “Brian wouldn’t approve.”
 
“Brian doesn’t have to know,” he whispered back, squeezing his hand. “Nobody has to know except us.”
 
Was Adam talking about friendship now or was he referring to something more intimate? Kris’s thoughts were running amuck. Of course he was referring to their friendship. He sighed, lifting his head and trying to steer his thoughts from the gutter.
 
Nobody needs to know about anything we do, Kris.”
 
Kris’s eyes met Adam’s head on. Weakly, he smiled as he took in what he’d just heard. Adam’s tone of voice had changed dramatically with that statement. It took on a sultry, deep tone. He knew that sultry, deep tone. He loved that sultry, deep tone.
 
“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
 
He nodded slightly. “I think so,” he hoarsely whispered, wiping the sweat from his brow with his free hand. Noticing the intense stare coming from Adam’s direction, he dropped his head again and cleared his throat. He needed to change the subject before he broke out into a full-blown sweat. Sweat wasn’t something that did anything for him or his appearance. “Um…our hands always were a nice fit,” he moaned.
 
“We have other parts that fit together nicely too,” Adam groaned, stepping closer to him. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
 
Shit…shit…double shit…triple shit…shit…
 
He was referring to something more intimate. It was clearly evident now. “Um…yeah, I guess.”
 
Adam’s free hand reached up to grab Kris’s chin. Slowly, he lifted his head up so that Kris was looking at him. He cocked his head to the side. “You guess?” He removed his hand from Kris’s chin and slowly dragged one finger along the contour of Kris’s lips. “Do you need me to show you? Would that help you remember?”
 
Kris squeaked out, “Now? Here?”
 
Adam shrugged, forcing his finger into Kris’s mouth. “Why not?”
 
Why not? Was this man out of his mind? Kris freed his hand from Adam’s grasp and grabbed his wrist, slowly withdrawing Adam’s finger from his mouth. “Brian’s…”
 
“Downstairs,” Adam interjected, smiling and taking another step closer. He grabbed hold of the back of Kris’s neck and brought his head closer to his own. Licking his lips, he winked. “He won’t even know,” he whispered, kissing Kris passionately. Pulling back, he brought his mouth to Kris’s ear. “He doesn’t have to know about anything we do…ever. It’ll just be our little secret.”
 
Kris swallowed down the lump in his throat. “What if we get caught?”
 
“We won’t,” Adam assured him, running his tongue along Kris’s ear. “That’s the thrill, sweetheart.”
 
His hand slid underneath Kris’s shirt and pinched Kris’s nipple, causing him to moan loudly.
 
Adam pulled back before sliding his other hand underneath Kris’s shirt, sliding them both up until both Kris’s nipples were between his fingers. “Don’t be too vocal though,” he whispered before leaning in to kiss Kris again. “That could be a problem.”
 
Kris closed his eyes and enjoyed Adam’s touch. Again, Adam was controlling his every move. When he felt Adam’s hands slide down to his sweatpants, his eyes flew open. “Maybe we…”
 
“Should hurry up,” he finished. “Let me make sure the door is locked.”
 
This was really risky and really turning Kris on. He watched Adam fiddle with the door for a moment, taking in his presence. Adam was in his bedroom. Adam was about to give him what he wanted…what he needed…what he craved. It was insane, it really was, but it was a thrill all the same. Without much further thought, he removed his sweatpants in record time.
 
Before Adam turned around, Kris saw him unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. When he turned around, he smiled at him. “Good boy,” he whispered, walking towards Kris. In two big strides, he was standing face to face with him again, gazing at him with his marvelous eyes. They were the most mysterious eyes Kris had ever seen. “Let’s see how ready you are for me.”
 
“Oh God,” Kris moaned, closing his eyes and waiting for his touch.
 
When he didn’t feel Adam making any attempt to see just how ready he was, he opened his eyes. Adam was staring right back at him. “Fuck…you are so beautiful,” Adam whispered. His words took Kris’s breath away. “Why don’t you tell me if you’re ready?”
 
Over the course of their short marriage, the one thing Kris had learned early on was that Adam always got what he wanted when it came to sex. If he wanted something, he got it. And again, Kris was doing as he was told. Feeling his hardness, Kris’s hand lingered for a few moments. It felt good.
 
“I can tell just by the look on your face that you’re more than ready, baby,” Adam moaned, pulling Kris’s hand back up and placing a couple of his fingers in his mouth.
 
Kris watched him suck and then lick his fingers one by one. It was such a turn on that he couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled his hand away and ran it over Adam’s head roughly. “We’d better hurry,” he whispered.
 
“Get on your knees.”
 
It only took Kris a few seconds to do as he was told. Once he was firmly planted on the floor, he heard Adam’s jeans being tugged down and turned his head. “Do we have time for me to get a quick taste?” Kris asked seductively.
 
Adam made his way in front of him and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling his head up. “You’d better do it now,” he mumbled, pushing Kris’s head down.
 
Kris grabbed hold of Adam’s shaft and quickly brought it to his lips. Inch by inch, he ran his tongue along the length of him before taking him in.
 
“Kris? Is everything okay in there?” Brian rattled the doorknob.
 
Kris’s eyes flew open in horror as he looked up to see Adam looking back down at him with a smile on his face.
 
He withdrew Adam from his mouth, slowly dragging his tongue along the tip. “Fine…we’ll be down in a few minutes.” Kris smiled before pressing onward again. The risk involved was thrilling. Adam was right.
 
“Are you sure?” he asked, loudly. “Why is the door locked?”
 
Adam rolled his eyes and pushed Kris’s head in closer. “I’m not raping him Brian if that’s what you’re afraid of!” Kris choked on hearing the words. Pulling back from Adam, he sat on his heels and threw Adam an aggravated look. Adam waved his hand over, pointing to the floor and whispering, “Turn over.”
 
Again, Kris did as he was told.
 
“Fine,” Brian huffed. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
 
Feeling Adam’s lubricated and condom covered cock, right at his entrance, he closed his eyes and fought the urge to moan when he felt Adam fully enter him. “Okay!” His hands flew around to Kris’s stomach. “Oh God,” Kris moaned, hearing Brian’s footsteps go down the stairs.
 
“I told you,” Adam mumbled into his back. Slowly, he brought his hand around to Kris’s cock while he slowed his thrusts down. “I cannot believe how damn hard you are.”
 
The sound of Adam’s voice, the feeling of Adam’s hand and the mere thought of Adam giving it to him, sent Kris flying over the edge.
 
He moaned again, arching his back.
 
Adam remained virtually still, except for his fingers as Kris trembled and moaned repeatedly. Once he relaxed some, Adam gripped his waist and pounded himself into Kris over and over again.
 
“Shhh…” he whispered through Kris’s moans.
 
Kris was trying to be as quiet as possible, but was finding it difficult with what they were doing. It was so damn risky and so damn hot that he couldn’t help but be vocal. “I can’t help it.”
 
“Shit…” Adam moaned, thrusting a few more times before emptying himself inside Kris. He collapsed on his back before slowly removing himself and letting himself fall to the floor. “You’re gonna have to learn to be quieter or next time we may get caught.”
 
Kris sat back on his heels, catching his breath.
 
“I’d better get going,” Adam moaned.
 
Kris smiled back at him. “Yeah.”
 
He stood to his feet and started dressing.
 
Slowly, Kris stood up and put on his clothes while Adam sat on the bed and watched. Lifting his nose in the air, Kris sniffed. “Does it smell like sex in here?”
 
Adam let out a little laugh, shrugging his shoulders. “We wouldn’t be able to tell anyway. Ask Brian, he’ll let you know.”
 
“Very funny,” Kris moaned, making his way to the door of the bedroom. Stopping, he turned around and took in the sight of Adam, still sitting on his bed. He was gorgeous. There was no denying that. But, what had they just done? Or better yet, what were they doing? It couldn’t be healthy for either one of them.
 
But what he also knew was that there was no way he could ever deny Adam anything. Kris watched as Adam made his way past him, holding himself back from reaching out and drawing Adam in. Instead, he simply followed close behind him, waiting to see what was going to happen next.
 
Adam stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned around. “So…you’ll have your attorney resend the divorce papers then, right?”
 
Kris nervously smiled, looking around him and into the living room. Both Daniel and Brian were sitting on the couch, looking right at them. “Yeah.”
 
Adam walked into the living room and held out his hand. Daniel shook it, along with his head. Brian simply ignored it and stood to his feet. He made his way over to Kris and put his arm around him. “I assume…this time…you’ll sign them right away and get them back, right?”
 
Adam walked to the door and laughed. “You should never assume anything, Brian…you know the old saying, I’m sure…it’ll make an ass out of you and me.” He opened the front door and walked out, letting the screen door slam behind him. “Would someone please fix that damn door?!”
 
Kris couldn’t help but laugh. The screen door was a touchy subject with him. Always had been.
 
“What’re you laughing at?”
 
Kris shook his head and turned around to head back up the stairs. “Nothing…I’m gonna head to bed now, Brian…you can show yourself out, right?”
 

 
Kris arose in the morning to some pretty heavy snoring. After hearing the sound for a good minute or two, he turned his head in confusion. Brian was lying directly next to him, on top of the comforter, and sleeping in the fetal position. Scrunching up his nose in distaste, he nudged his shoulder. “Brian.”
 
He flinched before rubbing his face hard. “Yeah?”
 
“What’re you doing here?” he questioned, sitting up and pulling up the blanket to cover himself. “I thought you went home last night.”
 
“Nah,” he mumbled through his grogginess. “I hung out with your brother for a while and then came up here to catch some sleep.” His hand reached up and latched onto Kris’s arm. He tugged Kris closer to him. “You pissed?”
 
“No, why would I be pissed?”
 
His eyes opened fully. Their faces were only a few inches apart now. “I don’t know, you just sounded pissed, I guess.” He pulled Kris closer and landed a kiss on his lips. “C’mere,” he whispered.
 
Kris let himself be pulled in closer, returning Brian’s kiss with only half the passion he had. He didn’t want to kiss him. He didn’t want him to be lying next to him in bed. He didn’t want him…period.
 
It was something he’d realized long before, but something he had still come to terms with. Brian was his first husband. He was the first love of his life. He was the first one he made love to. He was his first everything. He should feel differently. He really should. But sadly, he didn’t and as much as he tried to change the way he felt, he couldn’t.
 
Kris wasn’t in love with Brian anymore. He fell out of love with him as soon as he fell in love with Adam.
 
He pulled back, biting his bottom lip. “I have to get ready for work.”
 
Brian whined, turning his head slightly to see the alarm clock. “Come on, honey…you have two hours before you need to be in.” He turned back and sat up, leaning in and placing his arms around Kris’s neck. “Why do you always pull away from me whenever we start something intimate?”
 
Kris leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. “I’m not ready for intimacy yet, I’ve explained that to you.”
 
Brian dropped his arms, shaking his head in disgust. He let out a long sigh while he glared through sleepy eyes. “This has to do with Adam, doesn’t it?”
 
Kris lied through his teeth. “Absolutely not.”
 
“Well, if it doesn’t have to do with Adam then what the hell does it have to do with?” he asked, leaning against the headboard and folding his arms in front of his chest. “We’ve been together for over a year now. How much longer do you expect me to wait?”
 
The tone of his voice hit Kris’s last nerve. He didn’t have the patience to deal with Brian. Come to think of it, he never had the patience to deal with him. “Have you started to look for a job yet?”
 
“God!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Every time we start talking about sex, you change the fucking subject!” He blew out a loud breath. “Every single time!”
 
Kris had always secretly wondered whether or not he noticed that. And apparently, he had. However, this was the very first time he had ever pointed that out though. “Okay…fine,” he trailed, standing to his feet. “I don’t know how much longer it’s gonna be before I’m ready to have sex with you, Brian, I don’t have a crystal ball. It could very well be another year for all I know.” He started pacing the floors at a rapid speed, his thoughts clouded by the pressure Brian was putting him under. “You know how I feel about infidelity and until I’m divorced, I won’t be having sex.” He stopped dead in his tracks and cocked his head. “So…have you started to look for a job yet or not?”
 
Brian’s head lurched forward. “No, I haven’t started to look for a job yet and thanks to my pension checks, I’m not in a desperate situation to find work yet.” Brian shook his head diligently. “And I don’t understand what your big hang-up is about this infidelity issue. Adam is obviously screwing his boyfriend, so I don’t see what the big deal is about you holding off.”
 
Kris stood his ground, refusing to be intimidated by his stare. “Obviously, Adam and I have very different values. I don’t care what he does…I’m not doing it. He’s the one who has to answer to God for his own actions, not me.” When he finished the thought, he took a step back and mentally slapped himself upside the head. How could he even say what he’d just said?
 
God was watching his every move too and he was pretty sure that He wasn’t pleased with what he’d pulled during the last ten days or so. He would definitely be held accountable for that.
 
“While I realize that your pension checks are covering all your expenses for now, what happens down the road when you decide to move out of your parent’s house?”
 
“I’ll worry about that when the time comes,” he curtly responded.
 
“You should be worrying about it now, not after the fact, Brian.” He stepped into the master bathroom and closed the door slightly so that Brian couldn’t see him undressing. “Furthermore, I would think that by working, you’d be helping with your recovery process too.”
 
Hearing the bathroom door fly open, he let out a little yelp and crossed his arms in front of his nakedness to try and shield himself.
 
Brian’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before, Kris. My God,” he trailed, blowing out a disgusted breath. “We were married for two years…you used to pee with me standing right next to you while I was shaving.”
 
Kris dropped his arms and reached for the towel on the countertop. Once his hand made contact with the cotton, Brian slid it out from under him. “Give me the towel,” Kris demanded, holding out his hand to Brian.
 
Brian took a few steps closer and tossed the towel over Kris’s shoulder. Lifting up his chin, he zeroed in on Kris’s eyes. “Do you know what it would do to me if I ever lost you?”
 
Did he? Brian only told him about a hundred thousand times. “Would you please stop worrying about that, I’m not going anywhere.”
 
“I want to believe you,” Brian whispered. “I really do.” He dropped his hand from Kris’s chin and turned around to leave. Stopping at the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder. “It would kill me, Kris.”
 
“I know,” Kris whispered back, covering himself with the towel.
 
“It would absolutely, positively kill me.” He grabbed hold the doorknob and slowly pulled the door shut. “I couldn’t handle going through that again.”
 
Once the door was fully shut, Kris sank down to his knees and dropped his head to the floor. What was he doing? If Brian ever found out what had happened between him and Adam, he would probably try committing suicide again. Was it worth risking?
 

 
Kris flung the door open to the restaurant. He was supposed to be meeting six other teachers from work, all of who had the day off, except him of course. It was their monthly lunch gathering where each man complained about what his significant other had or hadn’t done in the past month. It wasn’t always complaints that were just thrown about, sometimes compliments made it in there too. Not always, but sometimes.
 
As he made his way towards the table, he glanced down at his watch. His lunch break was usually only an hour long, but today, he actually lied about having a doctor’s appointment so he could extend his lunch. It was hardly worth making the trip when he had to be back to work in an hour.
 
“Hey Kris!”
 
Kris lifted his head to see Blake Montgomery waving him over. Blake was the closest one to his age, and the one he had used in order to cover up his whereabouts with Brian. He wasn’t particularly proud of himself for that one, but he did what he had to.
 
“Hey guys,” he said, taking a seat in the oversized booth. He immediately noticed all the mixed drinks situated in front of the men. “That is so not fair,” he whined. “Next month, we need to make this little luncheon on a day that I have off.”
 
Blake slid his full beer over to Kris. “Go ahead…I haven’t touched it.”
 
Kris bit his bottom lip. “Oh…I don’t know.”
 
“Go on…one isn’t going to hurt you.”
 
He eyed it carefully, wondering whether or not he should. Blake was right. One wouldn’t hurt. But what happened if one became two, which became three and so on? He couldn’t afford for that to happen. Being a little tipsy and trying to deal with kids wouldn’t be a good combination. It wasn’t like he had firsthand knowledge of that or anything; he just didn’t think it would.
 
After the third taste, he felt better about his decision. One drink wouldn’t hurt and after the morning he’d had, he needed one. Brian was driving him absolutely crazy. During the morning hours at work alone, he’d called twice to see what he was up to. Kris knew it was his way of checking up on him, but he always claimed differently.
 
For the entire year that Adam had stepped out of his life, Brian continuously wanted to know his whereabouts. Sometimes he called an average of six times a day, but most of the time, just settled for his usual four times plus a visit. It never sat well with Kris but at the same time, he just accepted it. He knew better than to question it. But as time went on, it became increasingly more annoying.
 
He was beginning to feel smothered.
 
“Yesterday was our six-year anniversary,” Blake stated, folding his hands on the table. “And last night was probably the best sex we have had since our honeymoon.”
 
Everyone erupted in laughter, including Kris. “You can’t be serious,” Josh, the oldest man there, stated. “I mean…I know after a while, things can get stagnant between a married couple, but come on.”
 
Blake nodded his head. “I am dead serious. Morgan is not the type to experiment,” he whispered, leaning his head in towards the group of men more. “If you know what I mean.”
 
“No role playing or anything?”
 
Kris’s head swiftly turned towards the older man at the table.
 
“What?” Josh asked, noticing all the immediate attention turning towards him. “Just because I’m into my late fifties doesn’t mean I can’t have fun in bed. Role playing has been a god-send.”
 
Blake cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows even higher. “Could you be more specific? You have all of our attention now.”
 
Josh laughed, sitting back in his seat. “Oh, you know…” he trailed, looking upwards. “Just the usual stuff.”
 
“Such as?”
 
Josh turned to Kris. “Well, there is one thing we love to do.”
 
“Go on,” Blake urged, cupping his ears.
 
“Since both of us have always been faithful to each other throughout our entire thirty-seven year marriage,” he said, stopping to nod his head. “Yes, it’s true…for thirty-seven years I have slept with the same woman. Now you see why we need to role play occasionally,” he joked. “We take turns doing the affair thing, pretending of course that I’m the other man or she’s the other woman and we’re about to get caught.” He laughed, throwing his head back. “It does wonders for the sex drive…really spices it up.”
 
Blake hit Josh on the arm. “Wow…so old people really do get down and kinky every now and then, you little devil.”
 
“I’m not that old,” Josh stated, rubbing his arm in the exact spot he’d been hit. “But you probably just left a bruise on this arm of mine.”
 
Kris knew exactly what Josh had meant. If he’d been sitting in the restaurant just two weeks ago, he wouldn’t have understood. But today, after what had happened with Adam, he understood completely. It was a sexual high like none other. Was it really just the thrill of getting caught, the thrill of knowing it was wrong, or was it just a thrill because of who it was with?
 
After all, if the roles had been reversed and it had been Brian who he was with, would it have still been thrilling? He severely doubted it. Mainly because Adam was sexually adventurous and probably wouldn’t let things get dull anyway. But in all actuality, he had no way of knowing that since their marriage didn’t even make it past the one-year mark.
 
Maybe, just maybe, Brian was the type to let things get dull.
 
Kris jumped up from his chair and smiled to the men. “I’m sorry, guys,” he said, grabbing his bag and placing it over his shoulder. “But I just remembered that there was something I needed to do this afternoon before heading back to school.”
 
“Seriously?”
 
“Yeah,” he lied, turning to Blake. “Next month, make sure y’all do this on a day I have off.” Not wanting to linger around for fear of them bombarding him with questions, he turned quickly and made his way out the door and to his car.
 
Kris drove like a madman through town. He flew through the yellow lights, speeding up whenever possible in order to avoid stopping. He was a man on a mission and he wasn’t about to let anyone or anything stop him.
 
When he heard his cell phone ring, he simply looked down, grabbed it to see that it was Brian again, shook his head and threw the phone back on the seat. He didn’t want to be sidetracked from his mission.
 
With precision, he shed himself of his coat and threw it on the back seat. Slowly, he fingered the buttons on his shirt, and released the top three.
 
With accuracy, he sped through the gated community he’d entered moments earlier and pulled directly into Adam’s driveway. Perfect timing.
 
Kris jumped out of the car, slammed the car door shut and ran to the front door. It was locked and he didn’t have the time or the patience to go searching through his bag for the keys. He reached for the doorbell and rang it twice before adding some knocks for good measure.
 
When the door finally flew open, he jumped back when a man answered it. “Can I help you?”
 
Kris tried to calm himself down. He wasn’t expecting a man. He really didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a man…an exquisite, totally gay and from the looks of it, a quite wealthy man. “Oh…I was looking for Adam Lambert,” he responded nervously.
 
Who was this man?
 
The man pointed towards the end of the driveway. “Actually, he’s just getting home now with our lunch.”
 
Kris turned around to notice Adam’s car pulling into the driveway. Glancing over his shoulder, he mumbled a quiet “thank you” and stepped down off the porch. He felt like an idiot standing there, unable to comprehend what was happening. Who was that man and why was he in Adam’s house if he wasn’t even home?
 
His car pulled into the garage as Kris made his way to his car. What a complete idiot he had been. Of course Adam was sleeping around; he didn’t doubt that for even a minute. But with a man so much older? And after only sleeping with him just the night before?
 
What a fool he had been.
 
By the time he fumbled around in his bag, looking for the keys, Adam had made his way to his car. Adam stood back and watched as he agonizingly continued his search. He swore under his breath a few times before remembering that he had placed the keys in the pocket of his pants.
 
Kris knew that Adam was standing close by. He could sense his presence even without actually seeing him. Quickly, he inserted the keys into the lock on the door and then suddenly felt Adam’s hand touch his shoulder.
 
“What’s the rush?” he asked.
 
He jerked his shoulder, causing his hand to fall. “I can’t do this.”
 
“Do what?”
 
He turned around with full force. “Who’s the guy in your house?”
 
Adam’s head turned towards the house for a quick moment before looking back at him. “My real estate agent,” he said casually. “I just went and picked up some lunch for us.”
 
“Are you sleeping with him?” Kris questioned, narrowing his eyes. He knew he didn’t have a right to ask Adam that, but at this particular point, he didn’t care. He was hurt, confused and not quite sure what he was even doing in Adam’s driveway in the first place.
 
Adam’s face remained guarded as he casually looked back towards the house. “Are you serious?”
 
Kris’s body remained rigid while he slightly nodded his head. “Are you?”
 
Adam’s head slowly turned towards him. “He’s my real estate agent, Kris.”
 
“I like how you’re avoiding my question,” he huffed, turning back around. He threw open his car door and was just about to put his foot in when he stopped. “Why can’t you just tell me if you’re sleeping with him or not?”
 
“I don’t see why it would matter one way or the other,” he responded, widening his eyes. He looked down at the bag of food in his hand. “Let me just go drop this off in the house and I’ll be right back.”
 
Before Kris could make any remark back, he was gone. He watched as Adam made his way through the garage and into the house with the bag of food. What he desperately needed to do now was leave. He needed to high tail it out of there and head back to work.
 
He glanced at his watch for a moment, deciding whether or not he really wanted to just go or whether or not he should just stay. It wasn’t a hard decision as much as it was a complicated decision. His heart and mind said one thing, but his body said another.
 
By the time he had made up his mind to go, he noticed Adam and the man in question making their way outside and off the porch. They were exchanging words as they walked towards a car that was parked on the street. Neither one paid him any attention as they walked on the grass, avoiding the driveway.
 
Kris was mentally telling himself just to get into the car and go, but apparently, his body had a mind of its own because it wasn’t doing anything of the sort. Instead, he just stood there and stared as the man eventually drove off with a slight wave of his hand.
 
Adam turned and made his way back to him, pointing towards the house. “I have enough food in there for two.”
 
“I’m not hungry,” he stated dryly, finally finding the strength to turn away from Adam’s stare.
 
“Come on,” he urged, pulling him by the arm and slamming his car door shut. “You obviously came by here for something, so let’s go inside and you can fill me in on it.”
 
Kris yanked his arm out of Adam’s hold, but continued to follow him into the house anyway. It seemed like it took forever to finally make it through the front door and into the foyer. “Does your real estate agent know you’re married?”
 
The question surprised Adam. The look he had on his face was clearly evident of that. “I don’t know, Kris,” he stated. “I never mentioned it and he never asked.”
 
Sometimes, Adam could be so damn arrogant and right now, was one of those times. His arms were folded in front of his chest and his look was positively demeaning. His eyes bore into Kris at such force that it made him tremble.
 
“Why’d you stop by anyway?” he questioned, leaning against the wall in the foyer.
 
They hadn’t even made it out of the foyer yet and already Kris could feel Adam undressing him with his eyes. Or was it him undressing Adam with his eyes? Maybe he was reading something that truly wasn’t there.
 
To answer Adam’s question, he simply shrugged.
 
“I thought you had to work today.”
 
“I’m on my lunch break,” he hoarsely whispered, looking away from Adam. He couldn’t keep staring into those eyes of his without him being able to eventually read what he was thinking.
 
“So, you just came by to see me?”
 
Kris shrugged again.
 
“Does Brian know?”
 
Kris’s head flew back around, his eyes narrowing. “Of course not,” he heaved.
 
“Just checkin’,” he heaved back while shrugging his shoulders. “Are we just going to stand here until your lunch break is over?”
 
It took every ounce of control in Kris’s body not to haul off and hit Adam. He could be such a jerk sometimes. Such a complete, totally sexy jerk. Angrily, he dropped his bag to the floor and walked over to Adam. Placing his hands on Adam’s arms, he unfolded them so that they dropped to his sides.
 
He watched as Adam’s chest rose and fell with every breath that he took. Kris was just going to go for it. Take a chance and risk it all. If Adam didn’t respond in kind, he’d at least have his answer and back off, which is what he really needed to do in the first place.
 
Reaching down, he grabbed the bottom of Adam’s t-shirt and roughly yanked it up. Evidently, Adam understood completely. His hands encompassed his and together they pulled his shirt up and off. When that was finished, Adam’s hands reached for the bottom of his shirt, where they repeated the entire process.
 
He was definitely responding in kind.
 
“How much time you got?” Adam asked directly into his ear while forcing his head back.
 
“Enough.”
 
“Good,” he mumbled into Kris’s neck before landing on his target.
 
Good was right. Damn good. He couldn’t get enough of Adam’s lips. Not then and not now. He let himself enjoy the feeling of Adam devouring every inch of his neck and by the time Adam made his way to his mouth, he couldn’t hold back.
 
It was almost like each one of them was trying to prove a point with each kiss. There was nothing slow, delicate or loving with their kisses. They were all the same…hot, frenzied, hungry and earth shattering. Just what where they trying to prove anyway?
 
That they couldn’t get enough of each other?
That they couldn’t stand each other?
That they couldn’t let the other one control them?
 
Did it really matter?
 
Kris jumped up, when Adam reached down for his leg. He knew what Adam wanted. He also knew what he wanted. With Kris’s legs firmly planted around his waist, Adam slowly walked into the living room without ever removing his lips from Kris.


Date: 2011-11-26 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] concordiagirl03.livejournal.com
Oh god, this doesn't sound good :( Kris sneaking around with Adam in the upstairs bedroom with Brian in the same house--they're getting risky ;) And Kris can't even tell himself or Adam why he stopped by to see him on his lunch break. All the lies to Brian and sneaking around that Kris is doing with Adam, it'll lead him to trouble soon! And, is Kris just over-jealous and irrational, or is Adam really sleeping with his real estate agent too? Or, was that really William, and Adam was lying to Kris?
Adam & Kris really need to take the time to sit down and talk seriously about what kind of relationship they want and how to define it. I can see both of them getting hurt :(

Thanks again for the fast update--I can't wait to see what happens next!

Date: 2011-11-26 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] astiga0802.livejournal.com
GOSH...them lying to each other... to brian and to everybody in there lives is not good most of all kris and adam can't seem to be honest with each other about how they are still in love and they are being stupid and playing games that will get them hurt..they are really gonna screw things up.

Date: 2011-11-26 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinkeurogirl.livejournal.com
this is a really bad situation. kris is lying to brian and to himself. sneaking around and taking risks. adam thinks this is the only way he can have kris. kris needs to bite the bullet and break up with Brian.

Date: 2011-11-26 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fara1903.livejournal.com
Don't think what they are doing is a good idea!

Date: 2011-11-26 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karenmitchell.livejournal.com
Wow hot. This just keeps getting better and better. Xxx

Date: 2011-11-26 01:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robin1961.livejournal.com
this is so awesomely (is that even a word) wrong !!! but I love that they need each other so bad that they are doing everything they shouldn't !! and honestly at this point Brian is just pathetic he is using quilt to keep what he knows he doesn't truly have Kris's heart !!

Again I always take a second before I click on the next chapter with this LOL I have to prepare myself .... you are awesome period ♥

Date: 2011-11-26 02:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buckeyeadamfan.livejournal.com
ILU...SFM! I can't wait for the next chap
pie!

Date: 2011-11-26 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dayflower1.livejournal.com
Hot, Hot chapter. I've been waiting so long for these two to get back together!! I know they aren't there yet.....but this closer than they have been. Adam just needed to remind Kris what they can have together, which Adam kind of did at Kris's place. Because when Kris awoke and Brian was next to him,Kris didn't like it.
" Scrunching up his nose in distaste, he nudged his shoulder. “Brian.” " "Kris let himself be pulled in closer, returning Brian’s kiss with only half the passion he had. He didn't want to kiss him. He didn't want him to be lying next to him in bed. He didn’t want him…period.
It was something he’d realized long before, but something he had still come to terms with." "Kris wasn’t in love with Brian anymore."
So happy Kris is finally realizing & acting on his love for Adam. Adams receptive, always has been! Kris still need to understand Adam only left him for Kris own good. Then get the balls to leave Brian, who he only feels for Brian in his head, not his heart, that belongs to Adam. Brian will put the guilt trip on & tell Kris he can't live without him. Brian needs to just deal with it!! Come on Kris, admit your love to Adam & stay with Adam!!!! Adam will gladly take the house off the market!!

Date: 2011-11-26 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fran2011.livejournal.com
Thank you for the quick update!! This was another excellent chapter!! YOur writing is amazing and beautiful. Those sex scenes with Kris and Adam were hot! You can def tell the difference between the 2 relationship. YOu can tell that Kris andAdam love each other. With Brian, Kris lets him walk all over him, but I think Kris is defending himself more. Im glad that Kris realizes that he donest love Brian and stopped loving Brian the moment he fell in love with Adam. Brian needs more help, that is terrible that he guilt trips Kris into staying by implying sucicde.

Date: 2011-11-26 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tommyglitter.livejournal.com
Kris is lying again. Still. *sigh*

I thought he was getting therapy? A therapist would let him know that Brian is using suicide to manipulate him. He is being very stupid!

And Adam! I thought he was going to tell Kris that he loves him? He failed, too! The only one making out here is Kris' brother!

Thanks for another fabulous update! I need more, soon! :D

Date: 2011-11-27 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hillside1.livejournal.com
OK that was hot. Why is Kris letting Brian blackmail him into staying? I thought that Kris went to counseling too. He should know better. Adam and Kris belong together. Please don't let him sell the house. Maybe Kris should buy it.

Date: 2011-11-27 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ally4.livejournal.com
This is so good!!!

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