“Why not?” Adam asked innocently, kissing down his neck, hands slipping under his shirt. He might have sounded innocent, but he wasn’t acting like it. He knew they had reasons why Kyle was supposed to stay alone, but Adam had forgotten them already because touching Kyle was far more fun.
“Because I – oh god – I have no will power in situations like this,” Kyle admitted, tilting his body further toward Adam and biting his bottom lip as he ran his fingers up and down Adam’s spine. He couldn’t even blame the alcohol – he hadn’t had enough to make him more than a little fuzzy headed and even that had cleared by now. What he was feeling in this moment was lust, pure and simple.
Adam shivered under Kyle’s fingers and nodded. “Me either.” He wasn’t drunk any more either, just turned on and pressed against Kyle. He did manage to pause, pulling back to press his forehead against Kyle’s. “Do I have to go?”
Kyle hated the question, because every molecule of his body wanted one answer, and the tiny corner of his mind that was still thinking straight wanted another. The silent war inside his head went on for what seemed like an eternity, but the outcome really was inevitable. He just wasn’t that strong. “No,” he told Adam, kissing him again. “No, you don’t have to go.”
Adam reached around and found Kyle’s keys to open his door. Part of him wasn’t completely sold on Kyle’s answer, but he didn’t want to go, not at all. He held the door open for Kyle, moving out of the way to give him space to go into the room.
Glancing at Adam, his tongue darting out to moisten his suddenly dry feeling lips, tasting the other man there, Kyle walked into his room. He hastily grabbed the clothes which he had thrown on the bed earlier, when he was getting ready to head to the bar. He wasn’t one of life’s naturally tidy people, and he didn’t want Adam to realise just what a slob he was, not when Adam seemed to be under the impression that he was something else.
Adam didn’t go in right away, something keeping him leaning in the doorway, looking at the room. He chuckled a little as Kyle cleaned up after himself. “I thought I lived in chaos.”
Kyle blushed and stuffed the handful of clothes in a random draw. “I, er… It’s usually a lot worse?” he suggested. The only reason he and Harry had managed to actually be able to live in some semblance of order was because Harry had organised a housekeeper to come in a couple of times a week. Kyle, of course, had paid.
Adam laughed again and nodded. “I didn’t start living like I do until I moved in with Jeff. It felt like I had my own space for first time.” He took a step in and closed the door behind, but stayed near it. “Otherwise it’s like I have it now, I live in a suitcase.”
“I tend to accumulate,” Kyle said, shifting awkwardly form one foot to the other. It was like, on the other side of the door, he’d known exactly what he wanted, but now they were in his room, that knowledge was the same, but he wasn’t touching Adam anymore and they seemed stuck in conversation. Yet, Kyle couldn’t stop himself from talking. “If I had a suitcase, give me a day or two and I wouldn’t be able to fit all my stuff in it.” He glanced at the now empty suitcase. “Won’t be able to fit everything in it,” he amended.
“Foster life,” Adam clarified, moving closer to Kyle, more into the room. “Always ready to leave you know? Just in case. Did the same thing living with Jeffrey for a good two months. Then he figured it out and laughed, helped me unpack and bought a bunch of new stuff so it wouldn’t fit in the suitcase.”
“I figured you meant foster life,” Kyle agreed, meeting Adam halfway, but not actually taking that final move to touch him again. He quirked a smile, for once hearing something about Jeffrey that he wholeheartedly approved of. “I like that. That Jeffrey did that for you. That’s what I would have done,” he confessed.