Kyle Van Allen (arty_kyle) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-09-21 08:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam, adam and kyle, day twenty-four, kyle |
Change of Direction
Characters: Adam and Kyle
Setting: Basement - bar, then laundry room; once the basement level opens
With nothing to do but wait, Adam made a real effort in getting ready. Call it his version of primping but he showered, shaved, and spent way too long in a pair of boxers trying to piece together the clothes he had, to figure out something that wouldn't be wrong. He wound up in a pale blue button down that fit far better than the one he'd brought with him over to the block and wasn't even sure if it worked on him since he was used to wearing plaid, but really it was the nicest thing he had so he added his jeans to it and went with it, hoping for the best.
As soon as he could get downstairs, Adam was there and headed straight towards the bar. It was weird, thinking that just a few days before he'd actually worked down here which he figured gave him permission to just wander behind it and fiddle with drink options. He also wound up serving a few other people who had already come down, watching the door for Kyle.
Kyle had hit the elevator the moment that it was clear - and given that his room was right by the thing, he was the first of his block down to the basement. Sure, he was in a hurry to go meet Adam, but he also had a stop to make first. Or maybe it was just that this was the first time that he would be in the presence of the other man since they decided to make a go of it. Possibly he was nervous. Either way, he stopped at the laundry room first and put a load of washing on before taking a breath, trying to check out his reflection in the surface of the machine, and then heading for the bar.
Nerves or not, he couldn’t stop the wide grin that broke on his face as he walked into the room and saw Adam there, behind the bar. And there was a definite bounce in the artist’s step as he walked over. “So, how am I meant to buy you a drink if you’re serving?” he asked, teasingly, leaning on the bartop and resting his chin on his knuckles.
"Turns out, the guy runs the place...me, I guess, isn’t that strict on the whole drinking while you work thing." Adam moved closer to Kyle the moment he had a chance. The grin was there, easy at just the sight of Kyle, and already Adam just wanted to hold on to him. "It good to see you."
Kyle pouted and looked at Adam through his lashes, shamelessly flirting regardless of every he might have said previously about being scared and nervous. Right here, right now, it was what felt right and he couldn’t stop himself, even if he had wanted to. “Do you have to be working at all?” he asked. “Couldn’t people just get their own drinks? We’re all big boys and girls. We don’t need to be waited on. Then you could come this side of the bar and we could go… talk. Because - it’s good to see you too.”
That was cheating and everything on Adam's face said it was. It was also obvious that he clearly didn't care. Especially after that hesitation on 'talk'. "Uhh, yeah. Yes. They can. Do you want something?" Because he really wanted to climb over the bar which was was going to be beyond awkward if he really did try.
Kyle straightened up, smiling brightly. “I’ll have a diet coke, and I’ll be over there,” he said, pointing towards the back corner booth. He headed off before Adam could say anything, in no doubt that right now, the other man would follow him to the ends of the earth. That was something he was going to have to think about. But… later.
There was an inkling of how this could be dangerous creeping into the back of Adam's mind when Kyle gave him that direction. One about how it would be hard not to do exactly what he wanted. It was easily pushed away though, because all Adam really wanted to do was follow Kyle, making the duplicate drinks easily then hurrying that way. People could fend for themselves. He had a Kyle actually waiting on him. That trumped everything.
Once he was at the booth, Adam set drinks down then hesitated, not sure where to sit. What was protocol here?
Kyle had sat himself on one side of the booth, watching as Adam hurried through the drinks and came over. When he saw the hesitation on arrival, however, he shifted, standing up and taking the drinks from the other man. Setting them down on the table, he turned back to Adam. “Hey,” he said, softly. And, as he looked at Adam, the nerves began to surface once again. Those few moments of predatory certainty abruptly evaporated and he was left with a scared excitement where he felt all fluttery, but had no real plan about what to do next.
He might not know what to, but Adam took care of that for him. With Kyle standing it was easier and Adam didn't hesitate in pulling Kyle into his arms for a crushing hug. Finally.
Kyle went willingly, wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist and turning his head into the other man’s neck. “Mmm, I missed you,” he mumbled into the skin there, smelling the unfamiliar soap. Room change must have meant Adam ended up with different toiletries. It was weird, but Kyle really didn’t care right now.
Adam could feel the words as much as hear them and he found himself nodding, resting his head against Kyle's. "Missed you too." But it felt better already, as if this was all he needed to bring everything back to order.
Kyle remained just there for a few moments longer, before he pulled back enough that he could look at Adam’s face, in his eyes. He shifted his hands to rest on the other man’s hips. “We should sit,” he suggested, glancing toward the booth. “...Talk.”
Adam couldn't help his smile, full of relief and ease. Kyle's hands on his hips gave him a little thrill, all too aware that that was different than usual. "Sure. Talk," he agreed with a little nod, then gave Kyle a gentle nudge to sit down.
Kyle smiled at that, laughing a tiny bit. He stepped back and let Adam go, though only for a second. Grabbing his hand, Kyle slid into the booth, pulling Adam in after him.
Adam already planned to follow, but being pulled next to Kyle was nice. Really nice. He settled close enough that their shoulders were touching, still holding Kyle's hand. "What did you want to talk about?"
Kyle's expression turned quizzical and he looked between Adam's face and their intertwined hands. "Erm, well... Isn't that obvious?" he asked.
"Oh, right." Adam looked a little sheepish. "Which part?" He asked, curious if he should let go of Kyle's hand. Maybe it was too much. It was kind of fast wasn't it?
Kyle looked away and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. We don’t have to talk. I mean - not like that. We…” He reached out and took his coke with his free hand, taking a long sip for something to do while he got his head together. He sat up a little straighter after a moment, and looked back, his face composed. “So - how’ve you been?” he asked, clearly changing the subject.
Adam did let go of Kyle, turning in the seat, which took him farther away, but it was easier to see Kyle. "Or we do, because you're doing that thing where you go all perfect again." Adam gave Kyle his best stubborn look. "What did you want to talk about?"
The artist deflated and gave a helpless little shrug. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’m not sure… I don’t know what the rules are here. I’ve never… done this before. I mean, that is - I’ve done this before, but… Not like this. I don’t really know where to start.”
That had Adam softening, reaching out to squeeze Kyle's shoulder. "We said whatever's natural right? That's rules enough. If you could do anything, have this be however you wanted, what would it be? Or what would you do? What feels...right?" He was pretty sure he'd tripped over his own words there, but it seemed to convey what he was thinking.
Kyle looked conflicted for a moment and then shifted, moving closer and twisting a little until he could lean in and rest his body, side on, against Adam, shuffling down a little so that his head was resting on Adam’s shoulder. He turned his face in to rest his cheek against Adam’s chest, and looped his arm over Adam’s waist, once again resting his hand on the other man’s hip.
Adam froze at first, nerves getting the best of him until Kyle settled against him. That had Adam smiling, one arm going around Kyle's shoulders, fingers at the base of his neck, running through the hair there. "I like this too."
“That’s nice,” Kyle whispered, enjoying the feel of Adam’s fingers playing along his skin.
"Good." Adam leaned closer, face closer to Kyle's, soft smile on his lips. "I wish I could stay with you tonight." He kept his voice low, only for Kyle.
Kyle kept his head down for now, though he could feel Adam’s breath tickling at his hair. He was well aware of just how close a proximity the other man really was right now. “You just want to make sure you get a good night’s sleep,” Kyle said, speaking into Adam’s shirt, though there was a teasing lilt to his tone.
"No," Adam said lightly, teasing back, but the next words were serious. "I want to wake up like this."
Kyle looked up then. The smile that was more behind his eyes than gracing his lips announcing that Adam had just, in the artist’s opinion, managed to say exactly the right thing.
Adam felt his cheeks heat up, but ignored it, resting his forehead against Kyle's. That look was confirmation enough that this was right. "Soon."
“It’s probably a good thing we can’t,” Kyle offered up, not backing away from the position at all. He was so close to Adam now that he had to look back and forth between his eyes. He couldn’t focus on both from this distance. “Not just yet.”
"No?" Adam said with a frown, pulling back.
Kyle felt the movement like a jolt and he realised that he’d said exactly the wrong thing. He moved his hand up from Adam’s hip to rest against his chest, over his heart. “Not like that, A. Just… Slow, remember? And me. You. The same bed. Wouldn’t lead to ‘slow’.” He bit his lip and waited for Adam’s response, biting back the urge to tell Adam to ‘come back here’.
"But we said just sleep." Adam tried hard not to look disappointed but failed. "We haven't even done anything yet."
"No, we haven't," Kyle agreed. "Not yet, anyway." He continued to worry his bottoming between his teeth, his gaze fixed in Adam as he waited.
Adam had a feeling he was massively out of his depth here. Like Kyle was waiting on something and he wasn't getting it. After a moment he reached forward, thumb against Kyle's chin and lower lip. "Stop. You'll work a hole into it." Adam let his grip slide more towards the back of Kyle's neck and pulled him closer again, foreheads touching again. "Do you want to do something?"
"Nothing you don't want to do," Kyle told him, shifting his head from side to side a little. Adam would feel that against his own skin. "What do you want to do, A?" he asked, quietly.
"That's giving me a lot of freedom there. I've got a good imagination that's been thinking about this for a while," Adam pointed out with a smile. He wanted to run his hand through his hair, but that required moving away, which he didn't want to do. In the end he wound up fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and biting his lip. The nerves were back, ratcheted up six or seven notches because right now, they could maybe go back. They could be friends. But if Adam did what he was thinking about, there was no going back.
Kyle nodded this time, just a little. Just an acknowledgement. "Then, what's the problem?" he asked. He knew they were dancing around matters right now, and he could just bring this to an end, yet he wanted Adam to lead in this. Sometimes, he felt like he was going crazy in his head, with the way things would conflict. Earlier on, when he had first seen the other man, Kyle had needed to take control. Had needed to prove that he wasn't going to surrender to someone. That he was going to be the one directing his own fate this time. Then that had come to an abrupt end. Because this was them. This was Adam. Adam who was all new to this - and he couldn't run roughshod over Adam. So, right now, he was waiting.
Adam could answer that question, but the list was probably long and would lead them somewhere else entirely. Most of it wasn't going to change. Adam still hadn't been with a guy before, he still was anxious about where things might lead. No matter how long he waited, those things were going to be true. So he pushed them away as best he could, using his grip on Kyle to pull him in the rest of the way to kiss him, mentally preparing for it to be massively different than any other kiss he'd ever had.
Kyle's eyes fluttered closed as their lips met, dark eyelashes splaying over pale skin. He tilted his head, just enough for the perfect angle as he returned the kiss, firm, wanting, yet not pushing for more. His hand remained resting over Adam's heart, now pressed between them.
While Adam had been expecting something different, this wasn't it. It was different for the less physical reasons, the fact that it was Kyle and her never really wanted to kiss anyone as badly as he wanted to kiss Kyle and not because Kyle happened to be a guy. Kyle still answered the kiss, probably better than a nervous Adam was giving, and it spurred Adam onward, deepening the kiss and threading fingers through Kyle's hair. It was strange, if he thought about it, but the exciting part was that it was happening and that was much better to focus on than the strange.
In response, Kyle gave a little moan and shifted, pushing Adam back into the bench, seeking entry between his lips. The artist ran one hand up to bury in Adam's hair, feeling the softness of the now slightly longer locks between his fingers. His other arm went down, wrapping around Adam and resting his palm in the small of the other man's back as he leaned over him.
Holy shit. Adam was sure he'd died of was dreaming or something because the armful of Kyle he had was blowing his mind. He answered at Kyle's pushes, free hand catching Kyle's hip and lips parting to deepen the kiss again.
Kyle stretched the kiss out as long as he could be, eventually, he had to pull back, which he did reluctantly, lifting his head. His eyes were dark and his breathing slightly laboured as he looked down at Adam, a stupid smile blooming across his face, uncontained.
That was a look Adam was never going to get tired of. Ever. His own grin was there, fingers tangling in Kyle's shirt, wanting to start again even if his own breath was a little ragged. "I should have done that a long time ago," he said leaning up to kiss Kyle again, something small and lightly and covering an appreciative hum.
Kyle chuckled against Adam's lips. "Probably would have been a bad plan, but I get what you mean," he said. He had been so determined that there would be nothing between them. So good at getting in his own way.
"I'm sorry. I'm having a hard time of thinking of that as a bad idea. Ever. Because it feels like an awesome one," Adam said with a grin, holding Kyle's cheek for a moment. He felt like he was drowning in everything he felt for the other man, but at the same time it was an incredible feeling. "So you might be right on the bed thing, but I still would rather get you alone."
Kyle leaned back, relaxing against the bench, side on to Adam and facing him. "Well, I know it's not exactly ideal, but I do have some laundry I should probably switch over. We could... Go see if the laundry room's empty right now?" he suggested, not exactly sure what Adam intended to do with any opportunity for 'alone' and thus unable to judge whether it was a good idea or not. Right now, he was willing to give the benefit of the doubt.
"I think it's worth checking out," Adam said with a grin and a nod. It wasn't that he wanted to do anything in particular, he just wasn't in the mood for every kiss being up for everyone to see. Sure, there were plenty more things he was thinking of doing if they were really alone and had more time, but he was aware of the fact that they were trying to go slow. That didn't make the want go away, but it reigned in his actions.
For a moment, Kyle's gaze searched Adam's expression, then he nodded. "Okay," he agreed. "Let's go."
Adam worked his way out of the booth, reaching to help Kyle once he was free. Abandoning their drinks he was already starting towards the door, happy bounce to his step.
Kyle grabbed Adam's hand and fell in step beside him, walking pressed up close, shoulder to shoulder. He was still smiling, though it was a more secretive, bashful smile now. He was aware that they knew so many people here, and were probably getting more than a few looks. He also knew they really probably should stop and talk to their friends - something which, right now, he had absolutely no intention of doing.
Adam squeezed Kyle's hand as he took it, focusing on that smile and the steps needed to get to the laundry room. It felt silly, like sneaking out of a party even though everyone knew, because he was sure someone was noticing, but he didn't care. There weren't many steps at all to the laundry room, which for the moment was empty and quiet except for a few whirring machines. That was definitely better. "I didn't even think about laundry," he said as he let go of Kyle's hand to wrap his arm around his shoulders.
Kyle arched a brow as he slipped his arms around Adam's hips, standing just in his personal space. "And you with only half the clothes you should have as well." Which was also a situation Kyle was in, given Zach had some of his. "It was a priority for me." He paused, looking Adam up and down in the brighter light of the laundry room. "I like the shirt."
Adam shrugged. "Not really what my mind was focused on," he said, pulling Kyle a little closer. "Yeah? It's Chuck's. Wasn't sure I could pull it off..."
Kyle smoothly stepped in when he was pulled, running his finger under the collar of Adam's shirt, ostensibly to feel the material, but also stroking Adam's skin as well. "Baby, everything you have is his," Kyle pointed out.
All of that had to be unfair on some level. The light touches, calling him baby, all of it. Adam was pretty sure he was melting like some silly teenager and his hands on Kyle tightened just a little. "Not true. I have one outfit of my clothes that I had slept in the night before because I fell asleep at my desk."
Kyle openly laughed at that, tipping his head back as he did so. He was still chuckling as he looked back at Adam and said, "Okay, fine - you have one set of clothes. I stand corrected."
"Yes. Corrected," Adam said nodding and moving in closer. "And go back to the calling me baby part. I liked that." His cheeks were turning pink as he said it but he said it.
"Mmm, yes. I'd noticed that you kind of liked that," Kyle pretty much purred, leaning in a little more. He brushed a soft and chaste kiss over Adam's lips. "And I like it when you blush like that." The artist hadn't been kidding when he said it made him feel powerful, and like he was doing something right.
"You keep doing what you're doing, I'm going to keep blushing," Adam promised, cupping Kyle's cheeks to pull him in for a longer, less chaste kiss. It was like the first one, but more unabashed with the privacy and Adam's nerve starting to settle. Who cared about those other things? Kissing Kyle was fantastic.
Kyle returned the kiss with enthusiasm, leaving it until it ended to say, "Then I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing," before kissing Adam once again. Definitely not chaste this time.
Adam was more than fine with that, fine with Kyle doing everything he was doing. With the second kiss, the edge to it that wasn't as sweet, but something else, he let out a soft noise, hands roaming Kyle's neck and shoulders, trying to touch more of him, but not sure where to start.
Kyle stepped forward, and kept on walking without breaking the kiss, until he had Adam pushed up against one of the laundry machines. He pressed against him hands running up and down his back, tracing patterns along his spine.
Adam just barely caught himself to keep from hitting the washer too hard, one hand back against it, the other tangled in Kyle's hair. The noise that slipped out was completely embarrassing, something close to a moan as his back arched under Kyle's fingers. That Kyle wanted this much, that he was pushing for this much, blew Adam's mind. Where had this been before?
"We should stop," Kyle mumbled into Adam's lips - though he notably didn't actually make any move to stop kissing him. "Cool down."
Why the hell would they stop? Adam had drag his mind out of the fuzz that was Kyle's mouth and hands to even consider the suggestion. "You're the one with laundry," he pointed out, not stopping either.
"I don't give a damn about the laundry," Kyle practically growled.
Kyle's voice sent a shiver down Adam's spine, completely shocked that he had that kind of effect on the man. "Fuck it, me either," he said one hand going for Kyle's him to get him closer.
Kyle leaned in, going with the flow entirely. He had always been an all or nothing guy, and right now he was giving his all to the moment, lost in feelings and emotions. Running a hand into Adam's hair, he rolled his hips against Adam's, pushing hard against him for a moment.
Only for a moment. Then he realised what he had done, and he abruptly pulled away. Letting Adam go entirely, he spun away, crashing his body against the neighbouring washer. Facing outwards, he held onto the machine, a hand to either side. He was breathing hard now as he looked straight ahead, trying to calm down.
That movement, hips rolled against his and the pressure, left Adam groaning louder than before. Then Kyle was gone and Adam was left standing alone, glancing at the other man from the corner of his eye. His own breath was coming gasps and he was left tugging at the hem of his shirt. "So...um...at least we know that works." Because even with stopping Adam was still a little turned on.
Kyle turned his head to look at Adam as though he might be crazy. "There was ever any doubt?" he asked, giving a shaky laugh.
"Look, I knew how I felt. I had no idea you were hiding...that," Adam said gesturing around. "And I thought it might take getting used to, but nope. Totally normal and hot." He ran his fingers through his hair then looked over at Kyle. "You win, slow won't be easy."
Kyle pushed off and walked away, figuring that a little bit of distance would make things easier right about now. "I told you I liked you," he pointed out, sitting down in one of the chairs after a moment and crossing his legs away from Adam.
Adam took the space as a bad sign. Like he'd said something really wrong and drove Kyle away from him. After a moment of hesitation he followed, but didn't get too close, just closer, pushing to sit up on the washer across from Kyle. "Yeah but I think I missed 'want you' in there," he admitted, blushing a little.
Kyle laughed. "I think the one without the other is generally known as 'friendship' - and we had that already," he pointed out.
Adam felt the blush get deeper, looking at his feet as he kicked them against the washer a little. "I wasn't expecting that, that's all." He paused for a moment. "Liked it. A lot."
Kyle took a slow breath and straightened up a little, interlocking his hands over his knee. "Yeah?" he asked. "I... Spent so long figuring you'd be freaked by it all," he admitted.
"Freaked out by being with you?" Adam said, raising one eyebrow. "Is that part of why you didn't do anything?" He bit at his lip, shaking his head. "It's in the back of my mind I guess. That it's different and maybe a little strange, but it's you. And it's easy to get caught up in you. The rest doesn't matter."
"The 'why's' of why I didn't do anything are complicated. But yeah - that was part of it. I... Am aware that you've never had a boyfriend. And... Any experience with guys has been kinda traumatic for you." Nothing like downplaying the truth. "I didn't want to add to that. And..." Kyle looked down and blushed. "It's easy to get caught up in me?" he asked, bashfully.
Mention of Adam's history brought back bad memories, his shoulders slumping a little. "I know it's bad, but it doesn't....feel bad with you. Not yet. That might change, but for right now I know you won't hurt me." Which was what he was focusing on even if he didn't realize that was where he'd dropped his thoughts.
When Kyle blushed, Adam's spirits lifted a little and he nodded more enthusiastically. "Yes. Did you miss that? Because...whoa."
"I never want you to feel bad because of me," Kyle said, quickly. "And - I know I can be kinda full on sometimes. Like... Well - yeah." Like just now, in fact. "But, if it's ever too much - just... Say the word. I promise I'm better at stopping when it's someone else suggesting it."
Adam pointed over his shoulder to where they'd been. "Did you think I minded that? I didn't at all. And I don't...feel weird now." No, he just wanted to do it again. "But I know you will stop if I need you to."
Kyle quirked a smile and laughed a little. "No. No - I don't think that you minded that. Not at all. I - meant... In the future." He smirked and looked up towards the ceiling, biting his bottom lip between his teeth, impishly. "Assuming that you'd want to do that again, of course," he teased, looking across at Adam, his blue eyes flashing.
"In the future," Adam agreed with a nod. At that devilish tease though he was jumping off the washer and moving to the seat next to Kyle. "Don't be stupid," he countered with his own teasing grin, one hand on Kyle's shirt to pull him in for another kiss.
"But you ...umph" Kyle said, his reply cut off as Adam kissed him again. The artist quickly realised firstly that his reply didn't matter and secondly that he couldn't remember what he had been going to say anyhow.
Adam leaned more into the kiss, one hand going to the other side of Kyle, pinning him lightly in the chair. There was no way he wouldn't want this again. And again.
Kyle twisted a hand into Adam's shirt and hauled him closer, leaning back so that the other man had no choice but to lean over him. He knew he loved that feeling, to be held there. He also knew that there was a darker side to his experiences that could rise up at any moment, but he wouldn't worry about that. This was Adam. He trusted Adam. He could let himself have this, just for right now.
Honestly, Adam liked it too. It was easier to be in some sense of control, feel like he had a say in things and part of him liked Kyle under him. By the time he'd settled he was up on one knee in the chair, leaning well over Kyle, still kissing him fiercely.
Kyle had shucked down in the chair as Adam leaned in. Now he was half lying, his legs splayed enough to keep them both stable. One of his hands was gripping the chair to stop himself falling, the other still was twisted in Adam's shirt as he leaned up into the kiss. He knew what kind of a picture they would make to anyone who may walk in. He simply didn't care.
Adam kept kissing him until he shifted the wrong way and almost lost his balance. Breaking the kiss off he just laughed, looking down at Kyle. He felt a little ridiculous, but happy at the same time. "This chair is so not good for this."
Kyle clutched at Adam as he almost fell, helping him keep his balance. "I doubt it's designed for this," he said, a little breathlessly. He encouraged Adam to sit back down again and only then let him go. Self-consciously preening, pressing his hair back into some semblance of order, he looked at Adam with dark, bright eyes and swollen lips. "So..." he said, though he didn't really have anything to follow on from that with.
"We need something that was," Adam said and he sat back, trying to smooth his shirt and the wrinkles Kyle had put in it. He smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Switch your laundry and we can go join the party. Then try this again later."
Kyle caught Adam's hand and held it, taking over smoothing down his shirt with the other hand. "Okay," he agreed, softly. "I guess we both have people we want to see. And I guess, between our little show and the messages earlier, Autumn probably knows by now. I... I don't care what she thinks. And I think she needs to look at herself before criticising us," Kyle said, expressing his opinions on that.
Adam smiled at Kyle. "It's that and trying to avoid someone walking in on us while I'm trying to take your clothes off." At mention of Autumn, he sighed and nodded. "She will. And she will have an opinion, but...she's different than us Kyle. She thinks different. She wouldn’t think that what she did is bad until Mazie freaked out."
Kyle smirked and held up a finger, wagging it from side to side. "Nuh uh - slow, remember," he admonished, lightly. "Clothing stays on. And anyway, what happened to 'I'm new to all of this and so we'll hit things I'm not sure of'?" he asked, teasing before his face dropped more serious, talking about Autumn. "I don't care that she's some kind of different. You don't do that. Not when you have something going with someone. You don't just... go and sleep with someone else."
"I can get you out of your clothes. It's after that I'm not sure what to do," Adam said. He was teasing too though and it showed, even if he was telling the truth. "I know. I wouldn't. I just...she was a hooker. That's not the same you know?"
Kyle arched a brow. "You saying that the other guy paid her? Because, otherwise, she's doing it for fun, and because she wanted to. And with no appreciation for the other person's feelings in all of this. Either of them. It's selfish. And 'oh, I'm a whore' is no excuse," the artist bristled. He'd kept his opinions mostly to himself about the matter, but he wasn't going to hide them from Adam.
"I don't think he paid her," Adam said sounding a little appalled. "I think it was just fun..." He tapered off to a sigh. "She didn't know she and Mazie were exclusive."
Kyle didn’t look convinced. “Do you agree with what she did?” he asked.
Adam shook his head. "No. I think she screwed up big time. But she's so sad about it it's hard for me to hate her." He looked at Kyle, pain in his eyes. "She was the first one that tried to help me. Her and Wren."
Kyle felt an unsaid bite there that he was certain Adam hadn’t meant. Wren and Autumn had helped him. Kyle had just made his life painful and harder. He was on edge, he knew. It happened, when he let his emotions out to play. He was so much more sensitive, about everything. It made him unfair and judgemental. “I won’t say anything,” he promised. “To anyone. I’m going to stay out of it.”
Adam sighed a little and twisted his fingers so they were laced with Kyle's. "Let's just see where they land first okay? For all we know we might have to choose sides. I'd just rather deal with it when it gets here." He leaned in closer to Kyle, kissing him lightly. "Just know...I wouldn't do that to you."
Kyle returned the kiss. “Neither of them particularly like me anyway,” he pointed out. “So, if I’m having to pick sides, I’m going to go with whatever you choose. And I know - I know you wouldn’t do that to me. Like I wouldn’t do that to you,” he promised.
“Just so long as we’re both clear on that I think we’ll be fine,” Adam said touching Kyle’s cheek again and smiling. He kissed him once more, something light, before getting up and pulling Kyle with him. “Come on, laundry, then a drink and I can see Wren and I can annoy you with telling you how Zach doesn’t look good in your clothes.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “You’re just determined that Zach isn’t going to look good in anything,” he said, letting go of Adam’s hand and heading over to switch his laundry over to dry. “But, yes to the rest,” he agreed, setting the timer and going to take Adam’s hand again. “I suppose it’s too much to wish for for them to do this every day, right?” he said with a sigh.
“No it’s so you won’t notice his jaw and how that’s kind of distracting,” Adam said. He wasn’t one to hone in much on looks, but he hadn’t missed that about Zach. Or the fact that painted as angel, the guy had looked pretty damn good. “You don’t think they will?” Adam asked. “I’d rather them open it up, but I can take...getting down here every so often. Especially since I didn’t do laundry…”
Kyle raised a brow. “And you claim to be the guy who doesn’t notice how people look,” he deadpanned, before reaching in to scatter a line of butterfly kisses down one side of Adam’s jaw. “As it happens, I quite like your jaw. And find it kind of distracting.” He pulled back and tugged on Adam’s hand, setting them walking - otherwise, they were just going to stand here, talking about how they were intending to go back to the bar, for the rest of the night. “And I’d like them to. I’d like them to give us all access to both blocks again. But… I’m trying not to get my hopes up.”
“I don’t. I just...was watching him at one point and noticed that.” Adam’s eyes fell shut at at the kisses so he was only peeking at Kyle when it ended and he got the compliments. “Good,” he said before letting himself get pulled towards the door, moving to wrap his arm around Kyle’s shoulders, holding him close. “I guess...eh my hopes are up. No going back now.”
“No going back now,” Kyle agreed, as they walked out of the laundry room and back towards the bar. Time to actually be social with people.