“He was...is a good friend,” Adam shrugged a little then reached for Kyle, pulling him closer and leaning in to kiss him lightly.
“I don’t want to talk about your friend just now,” Kyle muttered against Adam’s lips, and then kissed him more deeply, seeking a return to where they’d been in the hallway.
Kyle had a very, very good point, and Adam let himself fall into the kiss, one hand in the hair at the back of Kyle’s head, holding him there to kiss him harder. He wanted to get back to where they were, where they’d been, so he could stop trying to remember why he’d wanted to come inside in the first place.
He could back out now, Kyle knew. They’d had that little bit of space, they’d both cooled down just enough for higher brain function to be restored again. If he didn’t ask Adam to leave, then he would be making a conscious, controlled decision that the other man should stay. Conscious, controlled… oh hell, who was he kidding? There was no way in hell that Adam was walking out that door. Especially not when he was kissing him like that. Kyle slipped his arms round the larger man and let him decide where they went from here.
Adam kept the kiss going, but guided then back towards the bed, this time he was pushing Kyle until Kyle was there. He wasn’t entirely sure what came next, beyond what they’d already done, but he could start them in that direction right? He pulled back from the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off and drop it on the floor then went for Kyle’s helping him out of it even as he kissed him again.
Kyle sat down as he felt the bed behind him, breaking the kiss as he dropped, and looking up at Adam. His hands drifted to Adam’s waist, his fingers splayed around his sides, his thumbs resting on Adam’s belt, waiting.
Adam could totally get used to that sight. Kyle just waiting, looking up at him. After a moment he nodded, stepping out of his untied shoes and starting at his belt himself. “Show me what to do,” he said.
“Care to be a little more specific?” Kyle quipped, though his gaze drifted to Adam’s hands, as he watched him undress.
Adam fought a blush but it was still there as he slipped out of his pants and after a moment of daring his underwear too. “What comes next. What you want me to do…” God he really had no idea what he was supposed to do.
“Well, isn’t that a loaded question?” Kyle purred, leaning back on his hands and stretching out his body. He may have still been wearing pants, but as Adam had so succinctly put it earlier, they did look like they were painted on. They left nothing to the imagination. “What do you want to do?”