Can't Let You Go - Chapter Thirteen
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something_rareTitle: Can't Let You Go - Chapter Thirteen
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.
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bigj52 . Thanks for your patience and continuous support.
Summary: Nothing can beat true love, except...maybe another true love.
Chapter Thirteen
“They hate me,” Kris sighed, throwing his suitcase on the bed. “Especially Neil.”
Adam walked over to the bed and sat down. “They don’t hate you.”
“Yes, they do.”
“Calm down, Kris,” Adam replied, pulling Kris onto the bed. “Everyone’s just a little uptight with this whole thing. It has nothing to do with you.”
“It has everything to do with me, Adam,” Kris sighed, dropping his head.
“They’re just a little skeptical with how fast it all came about. It doesn’t have anything to do with you personally.”
Kris lifted his head and peered at his soon-to-be husband. “They were quizzing me left, right and centre.”
Adam grabbed Kris’s hand and toyed with his ring while he shrugged. “It wasn’t as bad as your father’s questions.”
Kris dropped his head again. Adam was right. It wasn’t as bad, but at the same time, it wasn’t pleasant. And Adam’s mother really wasn’t the problem; she seemed nice enough and really didn’t say much throughout the dinner. It was his father and brother who was the problem. “They think I’m marrying you for your money…I can tell.”
“Who gives a shit?” Adam shrugged and smiled. “I know you’re not, that’s all that really matters,” he said, kissing Kris’s hand. “Isn’t it?”
“I give a shit, Adam,” Kris huffed, throwing himself back, slipping his hand out from Adam’s hold. “Why didn’t you just tell them that I agreed to sign a pre-nup?”
Adam continued to sit upright, but turned himself slightly so that he could see Kris. “It’s none of their goddamn business, that’s why.”
“Well,” Kris trailed, frowning. “I’d feel better if they knew.”
Adam got up from the bed and shut the door leading into the guest room all the way. Slowly, he started pacing the floor. “First of all, honey…I didn’t totally agree to a pre-nup. So, until I agree to anything…I’m not saying a damn thing about it.”
Kris took a minute to take in the simplicity of the guest room. It was obvious that at one time or another it belonged to one of the Lambert boys. It was painted blue and he could have sworn that he noticed some sort of pattern bleeding through the paint. Wallpaper maybe?
Adam’s words finally sank in. Kris stopped daydreaming and looked at him. “I thought everything was all set with that.”
“It was,” Adam replied, leaning back against the door of the bedroom. “But now I’m having second thoughts about it.”
“Adam,” Kris replied quietly, propping himself up on his elbows. “I don’t have a problem with signing it, okay? We talked about it and I agreed to it. Besides, I’m pretty sure that even my father would agree on this one. You’re only doing what needs to be done. I understand that.”
“Pre-nups don’t sit well with me,” Adam said, while looking around the room. “They never did…it’s almost like by having one you’ve already decided that there will be a divorce in the future and with us…it isn’t something I’m worried about.”
“Me either,” Kris replied, getting up from the bed and walking towards Adam. When he was about halfway to Adam, he stopped and did a complete turn. “Whose room was this anyway?”
“Neil’s.”
“Where are you sleeping tonight?” he asked with a smile.
Adam’s lips turned up slightly. “In my old room.” His eyes traveled the length of Kris’s body, causing him to feel lightheaded. “My mom’s a little old fashioned.”
“Aren’t all parents?” Kris asked, suddenly very aware of the looks Adam was purposely throwing his way. Lowering his voice, he smiled. “Are you gonna try and sneak in tonight?”
Adam shrugged.
“Do you want me to try and sneak in to your room?”
Adam shrugged again, walking towards him. “We’ve got to go back down there and have dessert and the entire time we’ll be stuffing our faces with some type of homemade pie…I’ll only be thinking about how I want to be stuffing my face with something else.”
“Adam!” Kris shrieked, unable to believe he’d actually just said what he did and as loud as he did. “What if someone hears you?”
He shrugged. “That’ll teach them not to eavesdrop.” He smiled, bent down and kissed Kris on the nose. Kris gripped him by the neck, pulling him down in one swift movement. “You sure I can’t interest you a quickie?”
“Damn,” Adam moaned, pulling away. “If my brother wasn’t here, I’d say yes. But I don’t trust the lock on this door or him for one minute.”
“Okay,” Kris pouted. “You go on and I’ll be behind you shortly.” He walked back to the bed and promptly let himself fall to it. “Right after I take care of it myself.”
Adam’s hand froze on the doorknob. Slowly, he turned around and winked. “Don’t take too long,” he said teasingly.
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“What’s taking Kris so long?” Neil questioned while taking a bite of the apple pie in front of him.
“That’s Kris,” Adam corrected, throwing his brother a disgusted look. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. What was taking him so long? It’d been well over twenty minutes since he’d left Kris. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at the steps leading upstairs and frowned.
“You men probably scared him,” Leila angrily said. “The way you two were quizzing him at dinner was uncalled for.”
“They didn’t scare me,” Kris replied, making his entrance into the dining room. “I was just unpacking a little.” He took a seat next to Adam and smiled. “Besides…I don’t blame them for questioning me, Leila. They’re just looking out for Adam.”
Leila handed him an empty dessert plate. “Help yourself,” she said, pointing to the desserts on the table. “There’s a distinct difference between looking out for him and being rude. What they did was uncalled for and I can assure you that it won’t happen again.”
Adam watched as Kris helped himself to the apple pie. He seemed more relaxed than he had at dinner. Eyeing him up and down, Adam’s thoughts traveled back to what Kris’d said right before he walked out of the room.
Kris put his plate down and looked over at Adam’s brother. “I realize that this all happened so fast…but I can promise you that I’m not after your brother’s money. I didn’t even know who he was until he told me and just to put your mind at ease…”
Adam zoned out, hearing Kris’s words. He wouldn’t…he just wouldn’t…
“I’ve agreed to sign a pre-nup as well.”
He did. He just did.
“I thought we agreed that the pre-nup wasn’t anyone’s business, Kris,” Adam said quickly. “That’s something between you and I.” He looked over at his brother and groaned. “What he wants to think is his problem…not ours.”
Kris turned to Adam. “I just didn’t want him thinking that this was about money, because it’s not. I have a job and a house and a retirement account and a savings account.”
Eber shifted in his seat. Neil followed suit.
“So you see, guys,” Kris continued, looking back at them. “I’m not interested in Adam’s money…I’m only interested in him.”
Leila laughed. “Maybe you should have Adam sign a pre-nup, dear.”
Kris and Adam laughed simultaneously. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea,” Kris said.
Finally, the conversation lightened up and everyone seemed more at ease…which seemed to make Kris happy, but made Adam more unhappy. He didn’t want his brother knowing all his business and right now, he did.
Adam’s eyes were glued to Kris’s, watching every move like a hawk watching its prey. Why was he suddenly so relaxed? What was he up to? When he slowly brought his fork to his mouth, he turned to Adam before taking a bite. With all the precision in the world, he slowly wrapped his lips around the fork and smiled. It was a long, dragged out bite too. He was savoring it, enjoying it and toying with Adam. He knew it.
“What’d you do?” he mouthed to Kris.
Kris looked at him with confusion.
“Did you?” he mouthed to clarify what he was getting at.
“Did I what?” Kris mouthed back.
Adam snapped his head forward. “You know,” he mouthed.
“I’ll never tell,” Kris mouthed back, smiling and running his tongue along his lips.
“Kris, dear,” Leila said, getting up from her chair and motioning for Eber and Neil to follow. “How are the wedding plans coming along? Is everything in order?”
Kris winked at Adam and turned to Leila. “Pretty much,” Kris replied. “My best friend has been taking care of all the details. She’s been able to organise most of it so far. She’s been a godsend.”
“And your tux?” Leila questioned, lifting the empty pie plates into her hands. “Have you already gotten one?”
“Yes,” Kris said, smiling. “It’s nice too.”
“Adam tells us that the wedding is going to be in your parent’s backyard,” Neil said, helping Leila carry the dishes into the kitchen.
“It is,” Kris said, placing his fork down and then placing his hand on top of Adam’s hand that was resting on his thigh. “My parents have a beautiful backyard and it’s huge so it’ll be just perfect.”
“How are your parents with this whole thing?” Eber questioned, while grabbing Adam’s dirty dishes from in front of him.
Kris bit his bottom lip. “Oh…they were a little surprised, like you. But they’re coming around.”
Adam tried to act naturally but it wasn’t easy. Kris’s hand dragged his hand to his thigh. He tapped Adam’s hand once before quickly grabbing hold of the tablecloth, stretching and tweaking it so that it covered what was happening underneath the table. He couldn’t help but be surprised. What the hell was Kris up to?
And did he even realize what he’d started?
Adam wasn’t one to back down from a proposition. And in his mind, that’s exactly what this was…
“So, have you met the in-laws yet, Ad?” Neil asked, taking a seat back down and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Adam looked directly at Neil, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kris’s eyes widening. His hand was gripping at Kris’s pants and slowly moving up. “Yes, we had dinner over there when I was in Conway a couple of weeks ago.”
Neil laughed loudly, reaching over for the coffee pot. “And you didn’t scare the hell out of them with that man-liner and freaky hair of yours?”
Adam frowned at his brother.
“Actually, he wanted to cut it, Neil,” Kris replied, shifting slightly in his seat when Adam’s hand made contact with his crotch. “But I talked him out of it.”
“Oh dear,” Leila replied, slightly laughing. “Why would you do that? I’ve been trying to convince him to cut it.”
Adam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “I like my hair, ma.” He smiled when he realized that Kris was getting hard. Damn… The feel of his hard-on on his hand was making him grow hard with desire himself. The farther he inched his hand up, the more Kris shifted in his seat. It was obvious that he wasn’t the only one affected by this little game.
“Are you okay, Kris?” Leila questioned, placing her hand on his. “You look a little warm, dear. Are you feeling okay?”
Adam smiled, leaning towards Kris. This was the perfect opportunity for him to slide his chair closer to Kris without it looking suspicious. Doing just that, his fingers were able to finally reach their destination. “Yeah, honey, are you okay? Your cheeks look really flushed.”
Kris turned to Adam and swallowed hard when he felt Adam’s finger slowly rubbing him. “Um…yeah…I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Adam asked again, pressing his hand a little harder. He bit his bottom lip and suppressed the laugh that wanted to find its way out. Kris looked anything but fine.
“Um…” Kris trailed, closing his eyes. “I’m fine…just a little warm that’s all.”
“I can open a window for you,” Leila said, rising to her feet. “Do you think that’ll help?”
“Probably not,” Adam replied, slowly pulling away his hand. “You’ve had a long day, honey,” he said, rubbing Kris again. “Maybe you should just head to bed.”
“He’s right, dear,” Leila said, stopping at the window. “Opening the window probably won’t help…but I’m sure a good night’s sleep will.”
Adam rested his head on the palm of his free hand, which was propped up on the table by his elbow. “You think a good night’s rest will help?” he asked, looking at Kris intently and pulling his hand away slowly again. When Kris didn’t respond, Adam’s fingers lightly trailed to his thigh and then back again. “Why don’t I just head to bed with you, I’m pretty beat myself.”
“Not yet, honey,” Leila said. “I’d like to talk to you some more about this wedding. I need to know what I can do to help.”
“Okay, mom,” he replied, withdrawing his hand completely. “Why don’t you head to bed and I’ll be up there shortly to tuck you in,” he said with a wink.
“Oh yeah, Adam…sure,” Neil said, throwing his brother a quizzing look.
“You showed him to the guest room, right, Adam?” his mother asked.
“Yes, mom,” he said, watching Kris straighten his pants before getting up from his seat.
“Thank you for dinner, Leila, it was wonderful,” Kris replied, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. “Eber and Neil, it was a pleasure meeting you and I’m looking forward to meeting your girlfriend too, Neil.”
“She’s looking forward to meeting you too, Kris. She was disappointed that she couldn’t make it,” he replied.
“I understand, Neil,” Kris replied, walking over to Adam. He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “And by the way,” he whispered into his ear. “I did do it.” Smiling, he quickly walked up the stairs.
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Adam tossed and turned in his bed for nearly over an hour before finally attempting to sneak into the guest room across the hall. The floors creaked beneath his feet with every step he took, making it virtually impossible to go undetected. Hopefully, his mother was fast asleep or at least partially asleep or else he’d get an earful in the morning.
He felt like a teenager sneaking around. It brought back memories of his earlier years when he would try and sneak out to meet up with his friends in the park nearby. And every time he tried, he failed. If it wasn’t Neil ratting him out, it was the damn squeaky floorboards that gave him away every time.
By the time he finally made it to the guest room, he was exhausted and breathing heavily. He’d been holding his breath practically the whole way there while tiptoeing through the darkness. Slowly, he pushed the door open and made it over to the bed.
“Kris,” he said quietly, leaning down.
“Hmmm?” Kris replied, turning on his back and looking at Adam.
“Were you asleep?”
“No,” he said quickly. “Couldn’t sleep after what happened tonight during dessert.”
“Ah…” he trailed, getting down on his knees. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“That was the single most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced,” Kris whispered.
Adam leaned in closer and raised his eyebrows slightly. “Better than the car?”
“Not better,” Kris said sweetly. “Just different and dangerous…God, do you think they knew what was happening?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Not my mom and dad,” he said. “But I think Neil knew something was up.”
“Oh God,” Kris moaned. “He probably thinks I’m a slut.”
“Nah,” Adam replied while shrugging. “And so what if he does…you’re my slut.”
Kris looked over at him and stared at him for quite some time before placing his hand on the back of Adam’s neck and pulling him down. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”
“Not enough,” Adam said, eyeing his lips.
“Well…I love you a whole lot,” Kris said with authority. “More than anything and I love your mom too…she’s really nice and your dad and brother aren’t too bad either.”
“They’ll lighten up eventually, honey.” Adam’s eyes stayed fixed on Kris’s lips. He wanted those lips. He wanted Kris. But the whole idea of his mother only sleeping down the hall was a little too risky for even him. “Now…were you serious when you said you did what I think you did?”
Kris licked his lips and brought his gaze down to Adam’s. “What do you think I did?”
Lowering his head, Adam’s lips brushed against his swiftly. “You actually did, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Shit,” he moaned, leaning in and grabbing hold of the back of Kris’s neck. “Don’t toy with me…did you?”
Kris smiled sweetly back and then bit his bottom lip. “Could I interest you in a quickie?”
Adam laughed quietly. “You could interest me in a lot more than a quickie, boy,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “But my mom is right down the hall.”
“So.”
“So?” He clenched his jaw and shook his head. “Don’t you think it’d be a little risky?”
“Yeah.”
Adam noticed the look on Kris’s face and instantly swore under his breath. Kris wanted it. Kris wanted him, but his mother was only yards away. He couldn’t do it. He shouldn’t do it. It’d be disrespectful, wouldn’t it? Adam closed his eyes and groaned. Was it disrespectful when he bent his fiancé over the counter of his soon-to-be in-laws kitchen?
Probably…but it was hot. Damn hot.
What was the difference?
When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that Kris’s eyes were closed. “Hey you…are you falling asleep on me?” he asked, kissing him on the cheek.
“Hardly,” Kris moaned, shifting slightly from under the weight of Adam’s chest. “I’m just trying to figure out how I can convince you to change your mind.”
Adam’s lips trailed to his ear, where they landed and stayed while he took a deep breath in. Just the sight and sound of Kris was enough to convince him. Looking up for a brief moment, he sighed. “Sorry, mom,” he said, swinging himself on the bed. “Shit…we can’t do anything on this bed. Did you just hear the squeaks it made?”
“Yeah,” Kris said, laughing quietly. “The floor?”
Adam swung his legs back around and slowly slid himself off the bed and onto the floor. “Come here,” he whispered, holding his hand out.
Kris took his hand and locked it in his. He locked it so tightly that Adam grimaced for a few seconds. Pulling Kris on top of him, he smiled.
“Thank you,” Kris mumbled; his face only inches from Adam’s.
“For what?”
“For being you and for loving me,” Kris replied sincerely.
“You’re pretty ease to love,” Adam genuinely said. “Now I, on the other hand, am not that easy to love.”
Kris lowered his head and kissed Adam passionately on the lips. “I disagree, Mr. Lambert…you’re more than easy to love.”
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.
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bigj52 . Thanks for your patience and continuous support.Summary: Nothing can beat true love, except...maybe another true love.
Chapter Thirteen
“They hate me,” Kris sighed, throwing his suitcase on the bed. “Especially Neil.”
Adam walked over to the bed and sat down. “They don’t hate you.”
“Yes, they do.”
“Calm down, Kris,” Adam replied, pulling Kris onto the bed. “Everyone’s just a little uptight with this whole thing. It has nothing to do with you.”
“It has everything to do with me, Adam,” Kris sighed, dropping his head.
“They’re just a little skeptical with how fast it all came about. It doesn’t have anything to do with you personally.”
Kris lifted his head and peered at his soon-to-be husband. “They were quizzing me left, right and centre.”
Adam grabbed Kris’s hand and toyed with his ring while he shrugged. “It wasn’t as bad as your father’s questions.”
Kris dropped his head again. Adam was right. It wasn’t as bad, but at the same time, it wasn’t pleasant. And Adam’s mother really wasn’t the problem; she seemed nice enough and really didn’t say much throughout the dinner. It was his father and brother who was the problem. “They think I’m marrying you for your money…I can tell.”
“Who gives a shit?” Adam shrugged and smiled. “I know you’re not, that’s all that really matters,” he said, kissing Kris’s hand. “Isn’t it?”
“I give a shit, Adam,” Kris huffed, throwing himself back, slipping his hand out from Adam’s hold. “Why didn’t you just tell them that I agreed to sign a pre-nup?”
Adam continued to sit upright, but turned himself slightly so that he could see Kris. “It’s none of their goddamn business, that’s why.”
“Well,” Kris trailed, frowning. “I’d feel better if they knew.”
Adam got up from the bed and shut the door leading into the guest room all the way. Slowly, he started pacing the floor. “First of all, honey…I didn’t totally agree to a pre-nup. So, until I agree to anything…I’m not saying a damn thing about it.”
Kris took a minute to take in the simplicity of the guest room. It was obvious that at one time or another it belonged to one of the Lambert boys. It was painted blue and he could have sworn that he noticed some sort of pattern bleeding through the paint. Wallpaper maybe?
Adam’s words finally sank in. Kris stopped daydreaming and looked at him. “I thought everything was all set with that.”
“It was,” Adam replied, leaning back against the door of the bedroom. “But now I’m having second thoughts about it.”
“Adam,” Kris replied quietly, propping himself up on his elbows. “I don’t have a problem with signing it, okay? We talked about it and I agreed to it. Besides, I’m pretty sure that even my father would agree on this one. You’re only doing what needs to be done. I understand that.”
“Pre-nups don’t sit well with me,” Adam said, while looking around the room. “They never did…it’s almost like by having one you’ve already decided that there will be a divorce in the future and with us…it isn’t something I’m worried about.”
“Me either,” Kris replied, getting up from the bed and walking towards Adam. When he was about halfway to Adam, he stopped and did a complete turn. “Whose room was this anyway?”
“Neil’s.”
“Where are you sleeping tonight?” he asked with a smile.
Adam’s lips turned up slightly. “In my old room.” His eyes traveled the length of Kris’s body, causing him to feel lightheaded. “My mom’s a little old fashioned.”
“Aren’t all parents?” Kris asked, suddenly very aware of the looks Adam was purposely throwing his way. Lowering his voice, he smiled. “Are you gonna try and sneak in tonight?”
Adam shrugged.
“Do you want me to try and sneak in to your room?”
Adam shrugged again, walking towards him. “We’ve got to go back down there and have dessert and the entire time we’ll be stuffing our faces with some type of homemade pie…I’ll only be thinking about how I want to be stuffing my face with something else.”
“Adam!” Kris shrieked, unable to believe he’d actually just said what he did and as loud as he did. “What if someone hears you?”
He shrugged. “That’ll teach them not to eavesdrop.” He smiled, bent down and kissed Kris on the nose. Kris gripped him by the neck, pulling him down in one swift movement. “You sure I can’t interest you a quickie?”
“Damn,” Adam moaned, pulling away. “If my brother wasn’t here, I’d say yes. But I don’t trust the lock on this door or him for one minute.”
“Okay,” Kris pouted. “You go on and I’ll be behind you shortly.” He walked back to the bed and promptly let himself fall to it. “Right after I take care of it myself.”
Adam’s hand froze on the doorknob. Slowly, he turned around and winked. “Don’t take too long,” he said teasingly.
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“What’s taking Kris so long?” Neil questioned while taking a bite of the apple pie in front of him.
“That’s Kris,” Adam corrected, throwing his brother a disgusted look. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. What was taking him so long? It’d been well over twenty minutes since he’d left Kris. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at the steps leading upstairs and frowned.
“You men probably scared him,” Leila angrily said. “The way you two were quizzing him at dinner was uncalled for.”
“They didn’t scare me,” Kris replied, making his entrance into the dining room. “I was just unpacking a little.” He took a seat next to Adam and smiled. “Besides…I don’t blame them for questioning me, Leila. They’re just looking out for Adam.”
Leila handed him an empty dessert plate. “Help yourself,” she said, pointing to the desserts on the table. “There’s a distinct difference between looking out for him and being rude. What they did was uncalled for and I can assure you that it won’t happen again.”
Adam watched as Kris helped himself to the apple pie. He seemed more relaxed than he had at dinner. Eyeing him up and down, Adam’s thoughts traveled back to what Kris’d said right before he walked out of the room.
Kris put his plate down and looked over at Adam’s brother. “I realize that this all happened so fast…but I can promise you that I’m not after your brother’s money. I didn’t even know who he was until he told me and just to put your mind at ease…”
Adam zoned out, hearing Kris’s words. He wouldn’t…he just wouldn’t…
“I’ve agreed to sign a pre-nup as well.”
He did. He just did.
“I thought we agreed that the pre-nup wasn’t anyone’s business, Kris,” Adam said quickly. “That’s something between you and I.” He looked over at his brother and groaned. “What he wants to think is his problem…not ours.”
Kris turned to Adam. “I just didn’t want him thinking that this was about money, because it’s not. I have a job and a house and a retirement account and a savings account.”
Eber shifted in his seat. Neil followed suit.
“So you see, guys,” Kris continued, looking back at them. “I’m not interested in Adam’s money…I’m only interested in him.”
Leila laughed. “Maybe you should have Adam sign a pre-nup, dear.”
Kris and Adam laughed simultaneously. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea,” Kris said.
Finally, the conversation lightened up and everyone seemed more at ease…which seemed to make Kris happy, but made Adam more unhappy. He didn’t want his brother knowing all his business and right now, he did.
Adam’s eyes were glued to Kris’s, watching every move like a hawk watching its prey. Why was he suddenly so relaxed? What was he up to? When he slowly brought his fork to his mouth, he turned to Adam before taking a bite. With all the precision in the world, he slowly wrapped his lips around the fork and smiled. It was a long, dragged out bite too. He was savoring it, enjoying it and toying with Adam. He knew it.
“What’d you do?” he mouthed to Kris.
Kris looked at him with confusion.
“Did you?” he mouthed to clarify what he was getting at.
“Did I what?” Kris mouthed back.
Adam snapped his head forward. “You know,” he mouthed.
“I’ll never tell,” Kris mouthed back, smiling and running his tongue along his lips.
“Kris, dear,” Leila said, getting up from her chair and motioning for Eber and Neil to follow. “How are the wedding plans coming along? Is everything in order?”
Kris winked at Adam and turned to Leila. “Pretty much,” Kris replied. “My best friend has been taking care of all the details. She’s been able to organise most of it so far. She’s been a godsend.”
“And your tux?” Leila questioned, lifting the empty pie plates into her hands. “Have you already gotten one?”
“Yes,” Kris said, smiling. “It’s nice too.”
“Adam tells us that the wedding is going to be in your parent’s backyard,” Neil said, helping Leila carry the dishes into the kitchen.
“It is,” Kris said, placing his fork down and then placing his hand on top of Adam’s hand that was resting on his thigh. “My parents have a beautiful backyard and it’s huge so it’ll be just perfect.”
“How are your parents with this whole thing?” Eber questioned, while grabbing Adam’s dirty dishes from in front of him.
Kris bit his bottom lip. “Oh…they were a little surprised, like you. But they’re coming around.”
Adam tried to act naturally but it wasn’t easy. Kris’s hand dragged his hand to his thigh. He tapped Adam’s hand once before quickly grabbing hold of the tablecloth, stretching and tweaking it so that it covered what was happening underneath the table. He couldn’t help but be surprised. What the hell was Kris up to?
And did he even realize what he’d started?
Adam wasn’t one to back down from a proposition. And in his mind, that’s exactly what this was…
“So, have you met the in-laws yet, Ad?” Neil asked, taking a seat back down and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Adam looked directly at Neil, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kris’s eyes widening. His hand was gripping at Kris’s pants and slowly moving up. “Yes, we had dinner over there when I was in Conway a couple of weeks ago.”
Neil laughed loudly, reaching over for the coffee pot. “And you didn’t scare the hell out of them with that man-liner and freaky hair of yours?”
Adam frowned at his brother.
“Actually, he wanted to cut it, Neil,” Kris replied, shifting slightly in his seat when Adam’s hand made contact with his crotch. “But I talked him out of it.”
“Oh dear,” Leila replied, slightly laughing. “Why would you do that? I’ve been trying to convince him to cut it.”
Adam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “I like my hair, ma.” He smiled when he realized that Kris was getting hard. Damn… The feel of his hard-on on his hand was making him grow hard with desire himself. The farther he inched his hand up, the more Kris shifted in his seat. It was obvious that he wasn’t the only one affected by this little game.
“Are you okay, Kris?” Leila questioned, placing her hand on his. “You look a little warm, dear. Are you feeling okay?”
Adam smiled, leaning towards Kris. This was the perfect opportunity for him to slide his chair closer to Kris without it looking suspicious. Doing just that, his fingers were able to finally reach their destination. “Yeah, honey, are you okay? Your cheeks look really flushed.”
Kris turned to Adam and swallowed hard when he felt Adam’s finger slowly rubbing him. “Um…yeah…I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Adam asked again, pressing his hand a little harder. He bit his bottom lip and suppressed the laugh that wanted to find its way out. Kris looked anything but fine.
“Um…” Kris trailed, closing his eyes. “I’m fine…just a little warm that’s all.”
“I can open a window for you,” Leila said, rising to her feet. “Do you think that’ll help?”
“Probably not,” Adam replied, slowly pulling away his hand. “You’ve had a long day, honey,” he said, rubbing Kris again. “Maybe you should just head to bed.”
“He’s right, dear,” Leila said, stopping at the window. “Opening the window probably won’t help…but I’m sure a good night’s sleep will.”
Adam rested his head on the palm of his free hand, which was propped up on the table by his elbow. “You think a good night’s rest will help?” he asked, looking at Kris intently and pulling his hand away slowly again. When Kris didn’t respond, Adam’s fingers lightly trailed to his thigh and then back again. “Why don’t I just head to bed with you, I’m pretty beat myself.”
“Not yet, honey,” Leila said. “I’d like to talk to you some more about this wedding. I need to know what I can do to help.”
“Okay, mom,” he replied, withdrawing his hand completely. “Why don’t you head to bed and I’ll be up there shortly to tuck you in,” he said with a wink.
“Oh yeah, Adam…sure,” Neil said, throwing his brother a quizzing look.
“You showed him to the guest room, right, Adam?” his mother asked.
“Yes, mom,” he said, watching Kris straighten his pants before getting up from his seat.
“Thank you for dinner, Leila, it was wonderful,” Kris replied, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. “Eber and Neil, it was a pleasure meeting you and I’m looking forward to meeting your girlfriend too, Neil.”
“She’s looking forward to meeting you too, Kris. She was disappointed that she couldn’t make it,” he replied.
“I understand, Neil,” Kris replied, walking over to Adam. He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “And by the way,” he whispered into his ear. “I did do it.” Smiling, he quickly walked up the stairs.
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Adam tossed and turned in his bed for nearly over an hour before finally attempting to sneak into the guest room across the hall. The floors creaked beneath his feet with every step he took, making it virtually impossible to go undetected. Hopefully, his mother was fast asleep or at least partially asleep or else he’d get an earful in the morning.
He felt like a teenager sneaking around. It brought back memories of his earlier years when he would try and sneak out to meet up with his friends in the park nearby. And every time he tried, he failed. If it wasn’t Neil ratting him out, it was the damn squeaky floorboards that gave him away every time.
By the time he finally made it to the guest room, he was exhausted and breathing heavily. He’d been holding his breath practically the whole way there while tiptoeing through the darkness. Slowly, he pushed the door open and made it over to the bed.
“Kris,” he said quietly, leaning down.
“Hmmm?” Kris replied, turning on his back and looking at Adam.
“Were you asleep?”
“No,” he said quickly. “Couldn’t sleep after what happened tonight during dessert.”
“Ah…” he trailed, getting down on his knees. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“That was the single most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced,” Kris whispered.
Adam leaned in closer and raised his eyebrows slightly. “Better than the car?”
“Not better,” Kris said sweetly. “Just different and dangerous…God, do you think they knew what was happening?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Not my mom and dad,” he said. “But I think Neil knew something was up.”
“Oh God,” Kris moaned. “He probably thinks I’m a slut.”
“Nah,” Adam replied while shrugging. “And so what if he does…you’re my slut.”
Kris looked over at him and stared at him for quite some time before placing his hand on the back of Adam’s neck and pulling him down. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”
“Not enough,” Adam said, eyeing his lips.
“Well…I love you a whole lot,” Kris said with authority. “More than anything and I love your mom too…she’s really nice and your dad and brother aren’t too bad either.”
“They’ll lighten up eventually, honey.” Adam’s eyes stayed fixed on Kris’s lips. He wanted those lips. He wanted Kris. But the whole idea of his mother only sleeping down the hall was a little too risky for even him. “Now…were you serious when you said you did what I think you did?”
Kris licked his lips and brought his gaze down to Adam’s. “What do you think I did?”
Lowering his head, Adam’s lips brushed against his swiftly. “You actually did, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Shit,” he moaned, leaning in and grabbing hold of the back of Kris’s neck. “Don’t toy with me…did you?”
Kris smiled sweetly back and then bit his bottom lip. “Could I interest you in a quickie?”
Adam laughed quietly. “You could interest me in a lot more than a quickie, boy,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “But my mom is right down the hall.”
“So.”
“So?” He clenched his jaw and shook his head. “Don’t you think it’d be a little risky?”
“Yeah.”
Adam noticed the look on Kris’s face and instantly swore under his breath. Kris wanted it. Kris wanted him, but his mother was only yards away. He couldn’t do it. He shouldn’t do it. It’d be disrespectful, wouldn’t it? Adam closed his eyes and groaned. Was it disrespectful when he bent his fiancé over the counter of his soon-to-be in-laws kitchen?
Probably…but it was hot. Damn hot.
What was the difference?
When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that Kris’s eyes were closed. “Hey you…are you falling asleep on me?” he asked, kissing him on the cheek.
“Hardly,” Kris moaned, shifting slightly from under the weight of Adam’s chest. “I’m just trying to figure out how I can convince you to change your mind.”
Adam’s lips trailed to his ear, where they landed and stayed while he took a deep breath in. Just the sight and sound of Kris was enough to convince him. Looking up for a brief moment, he sighed. “Sorry, mom,” he said, swinging himself on the bed. “Shit…we can’t do anything on this bed. Did you just hear the squeaks it made?”
“Yeah,” Kris said, laughing quietly. “The floor?”
Adam swung his legs back around and slowly slid himself off the bed and onto the floor. “Come here,” he whispered, holding his hand out.
Kris took his hand and locked it in his. He locked it so tightly that Adam grimaced for a few seconds. Pulling Kris on top of him, he smiled.
“Thank you,” Kris mumbled; his face only inches from Adam’s.
“For what?”
“For being you and for loving me,” Kris replied sincerely.
“You’re pretty ease to love,” Adam genuinely said. “Now I, on the other hand, am not that easy to love.”
Kris lowered his head and kissed Adam passionately on the lips. “I disagree, Mr. Lambert…you’re more than easy to love.”
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