Date Night Who: Kyle and Adam Where: The bar, their rooms When: Evening/night
Kyle was weirdly nervous. ‘Weirdly’ because he didn’t think there was any chance that he would be badly received in his date, but still, the feeling was there. Throughout the day, it had been building - the feeling that it was of utmost importance that he made more than a good impression tonight. He wanted to leave Adam speechless, entirely floored. Kyle needed to be perfect. Nothing less was good enough.
He had spent hours getting ready. Picking the perfect outfit, styling himself down to the last hair on his head. He was happy with the result: tight black pants, which made his legs look longer. A rich blue shirt, fitted to his form and short sleeved to show off his arms. A leather cuff on one wrist - dual purpose as a fashion accessory, and covering up the bruises from where Harry had gripped him too tightly whilst throwing him out. His hair was styled up and away from his face, and he’d even gone as far as adding in the barest hint of eyeliner. Not enough to be obvious, but just enough to make his eyes really stand out. After all, there had to be a reason he’d found it in the depths of his case.
He timed his arrival to the bar so that he was exactly on time. He worried that being early would make him appear desperate. Being late simply wasn’t an option. He had had to hang around in the lobby for a while, just to make sure that his timing was perfect, but it was what he’d had to do. His nerves wouldn’t allow anything else.
Those nerves were hidden though, as he entered the bar. Pushed deep down inside. Outwardly, he seemed the very definition of poise and confidence. Putting on a perfect show.
Adam had beat Kyle there. Seemed only right to not make Kyle wait since he figured that would give the guy a mini panic attack and if Adam wasn’t early there was that chance he’d be late, so he’d gone with early. And he’d changed his shirt. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about his jeans, he’d already put on his best pair that morning and while they fit, they didn’t quite fit and sort of bunched around his ankles and thighs. The shirt was just a t-shirt, closer to fitted, but still too big, but it really was the best he could do. It was short-sleeved though, which was already bothering him, wishing he could pull the sleeves down to cover the offensive tattoo.
To top the whole thing off, Adam was a little tipsy. More than a little. The whole thing with Kennedy hitting on him, getting right up in his personal space and then jumping down an elevator shaft had been a little too much for one afternoon and Adam had taken advantage of that whiskey bottle when he got back to his room. It was still there actually, like half full and as much as he tried to brush his teeth he was worried he still smelled like it. He was at the bar, arms crossed with his chin on them, but the site of Kyle at the door had him perking up. “Damn.” Lots of damn. That was perfect. Almost too perfect, but for now that wasn’t a bad thing.
Kyle smiled happily when he saw that Adam was already there. Strangely, whilst Kyle had decided that his being early would be ‘desperate’, Adam’s being there first was nothing short of sweet. “Hey,” he said, walking over to just within arms’ reach.
“Hey,” Adam stood up more, fighting that feeling like he was wobbling and really took Kyle in. “I...uh...hey…” He couldn’t stop his eyes from going lower, really taking in those pants and in the end giving Kyle a proper once-over. “Damn.”
That was the reaction Kyle had been after and he buzzed warmly inside as he leaned in to reward the response with an open mouthed kiss. He had intended to draw it out for longer, but he pulled back after a moment or two, frown flickering over his expression. “You taste of whiskey,” he observed, licking his own lips, as tasting Adam and alcohol on them.
That kiss made everything better and Adam was a little slower than usual to go with it, but just as he was getting his arm around Kyle, Kyle pulled back. “Uhh. Right, about that…” Adam winced a little and ran his hand over the back of his neck. “There was this girl and she’s insane and apparently I’m fuckable? And then she jumped down an elevator shaft.”
Kyle was sure there was some sense in there somewhere, but he had no idea where it was. “A girl. She jumped down an elevator shaft? Is she - is she okay?” he asked, latching onto that one because, seriously, seeing a suicide would definitely be good reason to show up tonight drunk. “Shit - A, why didn’t you… Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his tone as his mind conjured up all sorts of possibilities.
“Shockingly enough yeah,” Adam said sitting down on the bar stool closest to him. “Turns out there something fluffy at the bottom and a note that says ‘please stop trying’.” He shrugged and tilted his head going back to looking at Kyle. “Just weird. Freaking phone sex operator and she...wanted me and it was weird. And then she jumped.” Adam took a deep breath and focused on Kyle instead. “But date. Our date. What do we do now? I’ve never been on a date.”
Kyle shook his head, even more confused and not willing to ignore random now-possibly-dead girl to talk about a damn date. “Is she okay, Adam?” he asked, pushing that point.
“Kennedy? Yeah. She’s fine. I mean I didn’t jump after her to make sure she was a hundred percent fine, but yeah, she was laughing.” Adam looked at Kyle like he’d already answered that question.
Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. He looked Adam over, touching him across his chest and shoulders, looking to make sure that Adam wasn’t hurt either, even though he’d already been told he was fine. “I’m glad you didn’t go after her.” He didn’t think he would be able to deal if something happened to Adam. “I…” He stopped, abruptly, and frowned. “Wait… She hit on you?”
“I’m not the jumping type,” Adam said looking at Kyle’s hand as he touched him, thinking that was weirdly sweet. And nice. God it was nice to be touched. “Uhh yeah. Kinda? Well at first she was proving a point which was so not fair then she thought I’d be fun and eventually she was going on about me being fuckable, which I really don’t think is the case. Not like that. Right? That’s not what you think is it?”
So much for perfect - emotions played over Kyle’s face, competing with each other. Jealousy at some woman being after Adam, with the knowledge that the guy’s past had been all female. Worry that Kyle was just some kind of blip, or experiment and how could he compete with that anyway? Confusion that after yesterday and this morning and Kyle figuring he had made it pretty damn clear that he wanted Adam, apparently that message hadn’t been received. Had he just been reading this entire situation wrong? The idea that he was possibly currently making a complete fool of himself with the amount of effort he was putting in warred with the sudden burst of possessive need to show Adam just how fuckable he was, and make him completely forget some slut of a woman. “What do you think I think?” he asked, in the end, his voice deeper than usual, and clearly controlled.
Adam didn’t like that look. Or all of those looks. Sure the perfect version of Kyle was a little to Stepford Wives for him, but that series of emotions didn’t seem good. When Kyle finally spoke, that voice was killer. “I...uh...I think you...think I’m attractive?” He knew Kyle liked the way he looked, Kyle had said as much, but the way Kennedy had put things seemed different even if they might not have been all the different.
“Try again,” Kyle told him firmly. He didn’t look away from Adam for a second, though his expression had settled on something that could only be described as ‘intense’. “Up. More than that. Keep going.”
“Hot?” Which was where Kyle was about right now. Not that he always wasn’t, but that look and that tone was starting to do Adam in a little bit.
Kyle stepped forward, crowding into Adam’s personal space, slipping a leg between his thighs, all whilst still maintaining the eye contact and the look. It almost felt like some kind of out of body experience. The artist knew he never acted like this, but right now, he couldn’t imagine acting any other way. “Do you really think I don’t think you’re fuckable?” he asked.
Shit. Adam’s mouth went dry and he swallowed hard trying to get past it. “I...didn’t think anyone did,” he tried but Kyle was proving him wrong and it was written all over his face.
“Learn,” Kyle instructed him.
He’d had too much to drink for this. That much Adam was certain of. “Learn...what?” That should be obvious he guessed, especially with Kyle just being so direct, but Adam’s brain wasn’t firing the way it should.
“That I-” And apparently some random girl, “-would love to strip you down. Make you moan. Touch you and move with you and find out what you look like when you come. Would want you to make me feel so good. Want your hands on me. Your mouth. Your everything. That I’m not the only one who thinks that, who wants that. But I want to be the only one that matters,” Kyle said, still well within Adam’s personal space, his voice dropping into something between a moan and a purr, distinctly and purposefully sexualised in a way that, at any other time, would have made Kyle blush bright red. Right now, however, he was too far gone in trying to both get his point across, and stop any chance of Adam thinking about what had been offered by someone else, to actually give a damn.
Adam made a noise that got caught in his throat at that and his eyes went as wide as possible. Twice in one day he’d gone through this stupidly public ordeal and this time he knew it wasn’t just to prove a point. Or to prove it could be done, it was to prove that Kyle wanted it. Adam’s reaction was probably stronger to Kyle than to Kennedy, mostly because while he’d put space between himself and the girl when he got turned on, he didn’t do the same with Kyle. Instead he cupped Kyle’s cheeks and nodded. “Right yes, god...all of that. When do we start?”
Kyle wondered in the back of his mind what the hell he was doing. How things got so utterly out of his control so fast. This was exactly where he didn’t want to be. He had wanted everything to be slow. For there to be chaste kisses and sweet dates and for them to be able to figure out them and for Kyle to have time to sort out his head after Harry. But then there’d been some girl and the shadow of competition and the need to prove a point and in doing all of that, Kyle had managed to get himself so unbelievably wound up and now they were hurtling down a one way track to the point where that voice in the back of his head was entirely drowned out by a possessive want and need and Kyle thought nothing of closing those few inches and kissing Adam with everything he had.
Now apparently. Maybe. Adam wasn’t sure. He just knew he made an embarrassing for in public noise as Kyle kissed him and he answered the kiss with everything he had in him as well. He kissed Kyle until he couldn’t breathe and finally pulled back, but not far. “So…” he started, but had no idea what to actually say beyond that.
“So, screw the date and let’s just go back to your room, it’s closer?” Kyle suggested, breathlessly. So, so not like him. Totally out of character for him. Right now, he so didn’t care.
“I thought you…” Adam gestured over his shoulder then shook his head. “Right, room, yes…Yes.” He reached for Kyle’s hand and started walking, faster than he should out of the room and straight to the stairwell.
Kyle didn’t stop touching Adam throughout the walk to his room. Holding hands soon gave way to Kyle’s arm around his waist. Which slipped under his t-shirt as they headed up the stairs, his other hand playing across his chest and stomach as Kyle kissed at Adam’s shoulder.
Adam was having a hard time keeping his head on straight as Kyle kept touching him and kept upping the intensity of the touch. It was hard to get up the stairs without stopping but he managed, though the moment they were in the hall he was turning into Kyle to kiss him before moving down the hall to his room. Adam ungracefully fumbled with the keys before he got the door open and practically fell through it, dragging Kyle with him.
The moment the door shut behind them, Kyle pulled Adam’s t-shirt off in one smooth motion, dropping it onto the floor behind them as he walked them toward the bed, backing Adam up all the way. Kissing at the column of Adam’s neck, he ran his hands across his chest. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, between kisses. “You need to never wear a shirt again.”
Well shit. Adam hadn’t even realized his clothes were coming off until his shirt was on the floor and he was stumbling backwards towards the bed. Something in him said he should be more graceful about this, less like a hot mess, but he was pretty much at Kyle’s mercy in that moment. “I might get cold,” he quipped as the backs of his knees hit the bed and he fell into a seated position looking up at Kyle then back down at Kyle’s pants. “Are these...painted on?”
“Oh god, baby - I’ll keep you warm,” Kyle told him, pulling off his own shirt and falling to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed, fumbling at Adam’s belt. He laughed a little at the comment about his own pants. They were far tighter than he usually liked. Bought for him by Harry because, apparently, they ‘showed off his assets’ well. Harry always had liked the crude, corny comments that apparently Kyle was now using on Adam. Who the hell was he, right now? He didn’t know, and he really didn’t care. What he cared about was getting into Adam’s pants.
That was a thing that was actually being said wasn’t it? Adam watched in awe as Kyle’s shirt came off, then even more so when he wound up on his knees. Twice in one day for that too huh? That was just downright ridiculous, but this time Adam didn’t really shy away, not completely. “I like the pants,” Adam said in response to Kyle’s laugh leaning back to give him access to his belt. His slightly tipsy brain was slowing everything down, keeping it from seeming hurried even if part of him realized it was. “And when you call me that.”
Kyle tugged hard on Adam’s belt, undoing it and going for the button and zipper, working two handed as he leaned in to kiss below Adam’s belly button, nuzzling at the skin there. “You like to be called baby?” he asked, murmuring that against his skin. God, he felt like he was on fire, or possessed. Both maybe. He felt like he was channelling his ex-boyfriend - and he really didn’t want to be thinking about Harry right now.
Adam was shivering a little, more than surprised at the fact that Kyle had already gotten his belt off and was going for his jeans. “Yeah…” he admitted, staring at Kyle as he kissed him. That was intoxicating. Completely. Probably better than the whiskey.
“These need to come off,” Kyle said, tugging at Adam’s jeans as he got them undone. “Lift up,” he instructed, tapping impatiently at Adam’s hip.
Yes. They did need to come off, because Adam was still caught up in what Kyle had said at the bar, but there was that voice, the one in the back of his mind that insisted this was definitely not slow and that Adam had no idea where it was going. It didn’t stop him from doing exactly what Kyle wanted, lifting up and toeing out of his shoes in the process. No, off was good, voice be damned. Kyle was good. Adam would figure it out as he went.
Kyle dragged Adam’s underwear down with his jeans, pulling until he had the other man completely naked. He paused then, sitting back on his heels and just looking, his mouth slightly open and his expression hungry. He licked his lips, then raised his eyes to meet Adam’s, asking silently for permission.
Adam swore a little when he lost both his underwear and his jeans, though he really had no reason for being surprised other than the sheer speed of things. His hands were gripping the comforter of the bed, looking down at Kyle just in time to catch that look, to see the way Kyle was looking at him. No one, not a damn soul, had ever looked at him like that. Sure Kennedy had given him that once over and when she was in his arms he was pretty sure she looked like she wanted it, but not like that. When Kyle looked up at him, Adam just nodded. What else could he do? So what if it was different and he was clearly out of his depth and this was fast as hell. If Kyle wanted to look at him like that then Kyle could do whatever he damn well pleased.
Kyle didn’t need telling twice as he practically dived toward Adam, running his hands parallel up the other man’s stomach and across his chest, dropping his head to take him in his mouth. He was so wound up, he felt like he was going to explode, there was no way he could stop any of this now. They would just have to deal with whatever the fallout of this was later.
Embarrassingly enough, Adam swore again, hips twitching towards Kyle’s mouth before he managed to grip the comforter harder and keep them still. His entire body tensed, eyes close trying to keep from losing it right then and there. Once. Once this had happened and it hadn’t even been all that great outside of the standard holy shit feeling. Adam groaned, trying to urge more but not sure how to do that.
Kyle got the message. He could feel the tenseness, the twitches under his fingers. He heard those little sounds and he redoubled his efforts, pulling on every little trick and technique he had. He might not have been with very many men, but he had been in a long term relationship with an incredibly demanding guy. He knew what he was doing and, like with everything else, he strove to be perfect. He wanted to be the best for Adam.
Kyle didn’t have to try to be the best. There was no need for everything he was doing. Doing it sober and for longer than a minute or two was enough, but Kyle had gone and set the bar somewhere in the stratosphere. Adam was making a litany of sounds, not realizing at all how vocal he could be, but apparently it made sense in the moment to moan, plead, swear and maybe even throw in Kyle’s name for good measure. Keeping his hips in place was getting harder as Kyle kept going, but Adam tried his hardest. What he couldn’t control was his hand twisting in Kyle’s hair, messing up that perfect hairstyle, just to hold him closer.
Kyle’s hands abandoned their places, running along the planes of Adam’s body and he scrambled at the fastenings on his pants instead. It was awkward and ungainly, trying to strip at the same time as not stopping work on Adam, but Kyle managed it, shucking himself out of those pants which really were far too tight to be practical. At least Adam had his eyes closed, seemingly lost in pleasure, and didn’t actually see what an idiot Kyle figured he looked in those minutes. Especially as he got one leg of his pants stuck around his ankle and basically had to twist himself in half to unhook it.
Once he was free, however, he lifted his head, anticipating a complaint at that from Adam, but he had promised him certain things, and he really didn’t want this to be over too soon. So, having stopped, he began to kiss his way up Adam’s body, crawling onto the bed over him.
Adam only half noticed Kyle’s hands leaving him and the small scrambling around his legs, but damn with what Kyle was doing to him he was on a different planet. One where everything felt fucking wonderful and he wondered why the hell he’d never tried to be with a guy before. Then Kyle was stopping and Adam actually whimpered, opening his eyes to see Kyle working his way back towards him. Naked. “Where did…” Damn that was a sight wasn’t it? He fell back on the bed as Kyle moved over him, looking up with a goofy grin. “You’re fucking incredible at that.”
Kyle looked all too pleased with himself at the compliment. “Mmm, I know,” he purred, confidence oozing from every pore in that moment. He felt like he could do no wrong as he lowered himself purposefully toward Adam, kissing him finally on the lips as he slotted their hips toward, moaning into the kiss as he finally - finally - got some much needed contact and stimulation. Giving was all well and good, and Kyle had always got a real kick out of making someone fall apart, but damn, right now he wanted that for both of them.
“And modest,” Adam teased lightly, surprised he could still think enough to tease considering the booze and just Kyle in general. He welcomed the kiss, despite the whole going down on him thing from earlier, but Kyle pressed against him caught his breath in his throat. His hands wound up on Kyle’s hips, pulling him closer, pressing up against him. He knew it should be weird because it was different and new and something like that should be noted, but it felt too damn good to do anything else but respond.
Kyle swore gutturally as he ground his hips down, meeting Adam’s. He started a rhythm he hoped the other man would match. “This okay?” he asked, his voice deep and needy and kind of unsteady. He had no idea what he would do if Adam said ‘no’, but he doubted that would actually be the case.
Already Kyle had him out of breath, panting and moaning more than he ever had before. “God...fuck yes, don’t stop,” he insisted, meeting Kyle’s hips as best he could, thrilled that not only did it feel amazing, but if Kyle’s voice was any indicator, Adam was doing something right.
Kyle laughed a little, breathlessly. “God, no - no stopping. Never stopping,” he promised. It was a little dry, and a little sloppy, but right then and there, Kyle didn’t give a damn. Sheer want and need and the newness of it all overcame everything else.
Thank god. If Kyle had stopped them Adam was sure he’d do something stupid like cry from frustration. Already his hips were working harder against Kyle’s than they should because he was so ramped up, having been turned on more than once today and now he finally was able to do something about it.
Kyle clutched at Adam, fingernails biting into the skin of his shoulders as he dropped his head into the crook of his neck. He was breathing hard now, world shrunk down to just the two of them and the utter necessity of keeping his hips moving and those sensations building.
Adam gasped at that little spark of pain and it was enough to get him moving, need more control if he was sure he was going to stay with Kyle somehow. He pushed at Kyle’s shoulder, rolling them so he was over Kyle, readjusting and starting the rhythm up again, but faster, gripping Kyle’s hip hard.
Kyle gasped, his eyes lighting up with a new spark of pleasure as Adam rolled them and took control. That was awesome in a way that right now he had no words for. It also meant that Kyle could lift his hips slightly, cocking them a little and using his legs more as he shifted his hands to Adam’s ass, pulling him down to keep them together, matching Adam’s movements without hesitation.
Adam’s fingers fisted in the sheets, breath coming in pants as he looked down at Kyle. He was glad that Kyle was doing most of the maneuvering because he still had no idea what he was doing in general, but it felt amazing. Amazing enough that he was quickly losing control. “God...Ky…” he groaned, grinding harder against the other man.
“Kiss me,” Kyle demanded, moving one hand to the back of Adam’s neck and pulling him down, even as he surged upwards, lifting his shoulders from the bed and sloppily kissing Adam. All finesse was gone now, as he felt himself getting closer.
Adam was done more. That demand to be kissed, the kiss in general, all of it, had him falling over the edge with a sharp cry. His body tensed and he tried to keep moving but it was more jerky than anything else.
Kyle kept moving for a few minutes more, but he had been so close that it wasn’t long before he followed Adam over the edge, practically screaming the other guy’s name with absolutely no self-consciousness at all, clinging to him and then collapsing back onto the bed, breathing hard and still holding onto Adam.
There was no missing the screaming his name, no matter the haze and fog that Adam’s head was in and his eyes were wide when he heard it. His name. Adam was shaking but he managed to hold himself up enough to look down at Kyle, completely confused, but in awe in his own way. Say something, his mind supplied, but he had nothing to say and wound up just falling into an all too full of emotion kiss that was sloppy because he hadn’t caught his breath yet, but obviously didn’t care.
Kyle hmmed contentedly into the kiss and rolled them onto their sides, stroking Adam’s face as he pulled back a little. He’d need to get up in a minute. They were a mess and it’s become kinda icky soon enough, but he needed a moment. They needed a moment. Just to be, and come down from that.
Adam didn’t give a shit about sticky or messy or anything. He was lost in Kyle completely, smiling a little too big before catching Kyle’s hand and kissing his fingers. That was kind of cheesy, but he couldn’t stop himself. He just wanted to be closer, constantly touching the other man.
It might have been cheesy, but Kyle loved that move and his expression said that clearly as he melted a little more. Still, he pulled back a little. “I will be right back,” he said softly, getting off the bed. He looked down at Adam, taking in the man and smiling happily, his bottom lip held lightly between his teeth in a cheeky, self-satisfied kind of a way.
“What? Where?” Adam rolled when Kyle moved, then fought a blush as Kyle stared at him and had to wonder if he should be self conscious. “You’re staring,” he wound up blurting shifting a little. He wasn’t usually self conscious about his looks. He didn’t think he was all that much to look at, but he was comfortable in his own skin, more of a coming to terms with this was as good as it got and he might as well just accept it. It was understanding that his ‘good as it got’ was actually really great that he struggled with.
Kyle chuckled in a way that was only just shy of a giggle. “I’m enjoying the view,” he said, before turning and heading to the bathroom, letting Adam enjoy his own view in return. He was aware that he didn’t have the kind of muscle tone that the other man did, but he was slim and toned in his own way. He was quietly confident about the fact that he didn’t have anything really to worry about, aside from the bruises, of course, but after had already seen them.
Adam found himself rolling to really look at Kyle, watching him walk away and deciding that yeah, he liked that view. “Right back at you,” he called out before falling back on the bed, trying not to think about the heavy stuff that went with what they’d just done. Or what to even call it.
Kyle wasn’t long. Just a few moments before he came back with a damp cloth for Adam, after having already cleaned himself up. Climbing back onto the bed, he lay down next to the other man and gently wiped him clean, propping himself up on his other elbow as he did so. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle as his movements as his head started to clear enough to actually begin to appreciate that they’d just blown way past everything they’d said that they’d take their time over. That Adam had never done any of this before and, rather than ease him into the whole thing as he had originally intended, Kyle had pretty much gone and barrelled in with no warning, sweeping Adam along in his wake.
“Hey you don’t,” Adam reached for the cloth, twitching both at the attention and how sensitive his skin still seemed to be. “I can do that.” He looked up at Kyle and shrugged. “I guess…” he said. He’d wanted that, all of it even if he didn’t understand it and didn’t know what to call it. There was no way he wanted to stop any of it. “Did I do okay?”
Disappointment flashed across Kyle’s expression for a second as Adam took the cloth from him. “I… really don’t mind,” he said, tentatively, though he didn’t try and stop him. He backed off a little, not far, but a little, and went with the change of subject. “More than okay,” he assured him.
Adam instantly felt bad when Kyle looked disappointed and slipped away from him. “It’s...you can. You don’t have to though,” he said, holding the cloth and not at all sure what to do with it now. “I don’t expect that.” He sounded like an idiot though and was certain his lack of experience was blatantly on display. “Good. I mean...I can be better. And if there’s more...there is more right?”
Kyle felt self-conscious now in a way that he hadn’t only moments before. He blushed, feeling like he’d made things all kinds of awkward. “It’s just…. I guess it’s a weird… thing of mine. It’s - if you don’t want… I know you don’t expect it, but… I like… Oh god, nevermind,” he said, grabbing the cloth and making short work of cleaning Adam up in a way that was far more hurried and less caring than he normally would ever have gone with. God, he felt like a freak. A freak covered in old yellowing bruises, which at least Adam had seen those the day before, so they weren’t at all distracting. He rolled to drop the cloth on the table by the bed and tried to ignore the instinct to go for his clothes, to use them to cover up the vulnerability, which he knew was actually in his mind. Instead, he rolled back to face Adam once again and focused on Adam’s issues instead. “You were great,” he said. “And yeah, there’s more, but… We don’t have to be in a hurry. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’m… I’m sorry. I know I promised you slow and now I’ve completely ruined that, I just… There was you, and some girl and…” Kyle trailed off, knowing there was no way to reasonably finish that sentence and still sound like a sane person that Adam would maybe want to be with. Rather than someone he would be more likely to run a mile from.
Adam felt like a total ass. “Sorry,” he wound up saying, wanting to pull Kyle closer, but not sure if Kyle would come or not. How had he screwed that up? He wasn’t used to attention and as much as he appreciated Kyle giving it, he didn’t feel like he deserved it. There was no good way to say that though without sounding like an idiot. “I was ready for that,” Adam said gesturing in the air as if towards what they’d done. “I would have been ready for more. Freaked out a little bit, but ready. You started talking and you could have done whatever you wanted.” He paused for a moment, watching Kyle closely. “You did this...because of Kennedy? Did you not want to?”
It helped, to hear Adam say that Kyle hadn’t just pushed him further than he was ready to go. And it helped that Adam didn’t call him on his babbling nonsense. “I wanted to. By the time we got to… Y’know. This - us, here? I wanted this. By the time I was done… talking. At the start, it was about the girl - Kennedy? Then it was about the fact that apparently you didn’t believe that I was sexually attracted to you, which… duh. And then it was… There was lots. But when you said you wanted what I was telling you about? I was so fucking turned on right then that it was either get you back here, or jump you in the bar. I’ve never… I don’t act like that. That… this… I’m… Not like that. Ever.”
“I knew you were, but not the drag me back to my room kind of attracted,” Adam said with a little shrug. He listened to what Kyle was saying and nodded. “Well… it was hot if you ever want to act like that again. Don’t be afraid or anything because it worked.” He smiled a little then brushed at Kyle’s hair. “What are you usually like?”
Kyle bit his lip. “I… Dunno?” he suggested in a way that said he knew exactly how he normally was, he just didn’t exactly want to admit to it. “I guess… I usually, like… Take the other role? Like, I’m not usually… That assertive? And stuff? How about you?” he asked, wanting to get the spotlight of questioning off himself.
Adam raised an eyebrow when Kyle talked around what he was like and what he liked, giving him a little bit of a look. “So you like...being the one pushed back onto the bed?” Adam suggested before shrugging. “Honestly? Drunk and fumbling with my pants, hoping she doesn’t laugh at me for some shortcoming. And wishing she wouldn’t leave right after. Or be gone when I wake up.”
Kyle shrugged. “I… Liked it when you rolled us, when you were on top of me,” he admitted. “And I still maintain that all the girls you’ve known are fucking idiots.” It was then that he remembered the whiskey. “I… I mean, are you drunk? Right now? Is this…” something you wouldn’t have done if you were sober? Kyle finished the question off in his head, because he wasn’t actually sure he wanted to know the answer. Would Adam regret this in the morning?
“Well yeah I liked that too,” Adam admitted then made a face. “Am I drunk? No. I wasn’t drunk in the bar. Tipsy, but no I think I sobered up just fine.” He didn’t feel buzzed anymore. All he felt now was caught up in Kyle.
“So, you’re not… This isn’t going to be something you’ll regret?” Kyle ask, feeling the need to check.
Adam shook his head. “How could I? I told you, I wanted this. And I don’t regret the other times.” He might have been drunk for most of them, but he didn’t regret being with those girls.
“Yeah, but… This is different,” Kyle pointed out.
Adam sat up more, looking at Kyle. “Different how?” He figured he knew the obvious reasons, but he wanted to know what Kyle was thinking.
Kyle gave him a disbelieving look. “Different like I know I’m the first guy you’ve been with,” he pointed out.
“Okay yeah so that’s obvious,” Adam said, settling back more that it was just that. “But that doesn’t really bother me I guess. You’re you. I like you. The guy thing is just something.”
Kyle mulled that over. “Can I ask, because I don’t think you’ve ever said, but… Have you ever liked a guy before?” He was more intrigued than anything else, wondering exactly where Adam lay on the sexality scale.
Adam thought about it and shrugged. “Not really I guess. I mean I’ve seen hot guys before, but that was it mostly.” He hadn’t acted on anything before.
“What about girls?” Kyle asked him, still trying to pin things down.
“What about them? I like them. Not all of them and it’s not really like everyone else? I’m not head over nuts about some hot chic on tv you know?” Adam wasn’t sure why Kyle was asking these questions. “Why?”
Kyle bit his lip, nervously. “I… You said Kennedy hit on you. I just… Guess that I’m uncertain where I stand in that competition. If she’s… I mean, if you like girls more than boys then…” He trailed off, thinking that sounded better in his head. More reasonable.
“I don’t think there’s a more,” Adam said shaking his head. “There’s you. I wouldn’t have done anything with her. I couldn’t. I knew there was you.” He touched Kyle’s cheek lightly.
Kyle leaned into the touch, his expression softening. “Am I insane and stupid and totally insecure?” he asked, giving Adam a tiny smile.
Adam shook his head. “No. not at all. I’m just not fighting off a line of people like everyone thinks.”
“Everyone thinks?” Kyle asked, picking up on that.
“You. Kennedy.” Adam shrugged. “I’ve heard it more the past few days than I have my whole life.” He smiled a little and shook his head. “Jeffrey used to say I was lucky when I got laid, both that it happened and that they didn’t stick around.”
“Do you think you were lucky?” Kyle asked him. He had never really been all that fond of one night stands. He’d had a couple, before Harry, and he hadn’t felt particularly good about himself the next day. He had felt like the one waiting for a call he knew would never come. He liked it to mean at least something. At least that was one thing he was sure of here. That this, no matter what happened in the future between the two of them, meant something.
Adam looked up towards the ceiling play with his hair a little, pulling at it so it stuck up more. “Yeah I guess. I’d be a virgin otherwise, which kind of lame right?” he said. “I would have liked to really be with someone for longer than a night, but if they weren’t worth my time, then maybe I did luck out.”
“God, I’m going to sound like my grandmother when I say this,” Kyle muttered to himself, before saying, “Did you never meet any nice girls?”
Adam chuckled a little and shrugged. “There were one or two. God, one...I thought she was it. She still left but she didn’t seem like she wanted to. And I swear I thought she was going to call.” He laughed at himself and shook his head, rolling onto his side. “She never answered my calls and I never saw her again. Jeffrey told me she was this awful person and he wouldn’t have let me hook up with her if he’d known, but...she didn’t seem like it.”
Kyle raised an eyebrow. “You know, you were the one that told me that friends - boyfriends, whatever, but still - they weren’t there to tell you what you can’t do. They’re there to support you in your choices. You hated the idea that Harry ran my life and told me what I could and couldn’t do. Now you’re saying that Jeffrey wouldn’t have ‘let’ you hook up with this girl who you thought was nice…?” he asked, keeping his tone light and purposefully empty of any clear judgement against Jeffrey. “Still, I guess you’ll never know one way or another, since nothing came of it anyway.” He moved in, stroking his toes against Adam’s calf and sliding a hand onto his hip, tracing little patterns into his skin. “Which, right now, I’m kinda glad about. Does that make me really selfish?” he asked, coquettishly.
Adam frowned. “No it’s not like that. He would have just been a good friend. You know, not letting someone make a mistake.” He didn’t think Jeffrey would have been controlling his life, just looking out for him. “No, never will know.” He smiled at Kyle did just the right things to pull his attention away completely. “No. Just makes me lucky.”
“Hmm,” Kyle hummed as Adam explained away Jeffrey. He wasn’t convinced, but he wasn’t going to push the matter either. After all, he had never met the guy and just because some things Adam mentioned didn’t quite seem right, and just because Kyle could be a judgemental bitch, that didn’t mean that Kyle could ignore the fact that his prime motivator would be jealousy. And that was unreasonable and ridiculous. He had absolutely no right to wrap Adam up and keep him away even from his friends and Kyle would not be that guy. So, for now, he left it, choosing instead to kiss Adam. “I’m sorry I cut short our date,” he said. “We could… get dressed and go start it over, if you wanted.”
Adam wondered what Kyle was thinking but didn’t ask. Instead he focused on the kiss from Kyle, leaning in to that instead. “I still think it was a good date,” he said with a smile and shook his head. “You’ll spend too long trying to fix what I did to your hair. And I like you like this better.” He pulled Kyle closer, enjoying skin against skin.
“You know, I can do messy,” Kyle pointed out, though he smiled when Adam pulled him in, relaxing into his arms and pressing closer. “I’m trying to be different,” he told Adam. “Not like the rest. Not just about sex.”
“Can you?” Adam asked keeping him close and playing with his hair. “Different with me? Well you took me out on my first date ever which is a good start.” Adam was quiet for a moment then went on. “And you couldn’t be. Not after everything else.”
“Yes, I can do messy. Trust me - stick around and you’ll find out,” Kyle promised, gamely letting Adam do whatever he wanted to his hair - it helped it felt really nice. “Oh yeah, I took you out on your first date, which lasted all of five minutes, during which time I did my best to turn you on, then I got you to take me back to your room for sex. Great first date. Memorable. Really something to tell the grandkids,” he teased.
“Oh I’m taking you up on that. I’m looking forward to messy.” He laughed a little and shook his head. “Is that what we’re calling that?” he asked. He’d been curious. “And it was a great date. Best ever.”
“That’s what we’re calling that,” Kyle told him with a nod and a smile. “But - we’re going to have to work on your standards if this is your idea of a great date. I mean, don’t get me wrong…” He said, kissing Adam again. “This is great. You were great. But… It’s not what I had in mind for tonight.”
“You’re gonna have to keep me up to date on what is what,” Adam said. “Or what I’m supposed to do when.” He ran his hand up Kyle’s side, kissing him back. “What did you have in mind?”
“Yeah - I guess I’ll have to teach you. Though, if tonight’s anything to go by, you’re gonna be a quick learner,” Kyle said, returning the kiss and thinking that that thought probably shouldn't appeal so much. Still, it made him smile to himself. “Let’s see… I was thinking more along the lines of a quiet drink. Getting to know each other better. Learning more about what makes you tick. Who you are. Filling in those gaps, from the really obvious, like - what’s your surname? Which, I feel right now that I really should actually know. To the little things - what your favourite food is. Where you’d go if you could travel anywhere in the world. Just… you. And you could get to know me more. General first date stuff.”
Adam held up a finger, then jumped out of the bed and grabbed his boxers on the way, pulling them on, giving Kyle a flash of the tattoo on his shoulder blade. He reached for the bottle of whiskey and found two glasses, pouring them each a glass and handing one to Kyle as he got back on the bed. “Last name, Samuels, favorite food is probably nachos, anywhere in the world might be Miami. Or Disney World.”
As Kyle watched Adam pull on his boxers, he twisted on the bed so that he could hook the briefs he’d been wearing earlier and pulled them on. Then he settled back against the pillows, plumping them up a little, and took the offered whiskey. “Van Allen - which I think maybe I’ve told you before, but there you go. Favourite food… Butternut squash ravioli. This recipe of my grandmother’s. Anywhere in the world… Paris. And I am a complete lightweight,” he warned, taking a sip of the whiskey and trying not to grimace at the taste. He didn’t usually drink hard liquor.
Adam looked down at the tiny underwear that Kyle had on, looking amused. “This is what you had squeezed under those tiny pants?” he asked, pulling at the waistband lightly as he sat next to Kyle. “I was going to question anything squash, but grandma’s recipe makes more sense. Why Paris?” He sipped at his own glass and shook his head. “I’ll cut you off if you get sloppy. Promise.”