Adam's smile slowly slipped away, but he'd let himself get prepared for the rejection or whatever it was. After a moment he reached for Kyle's hand, pulling it away from his face. "I can do whatever you think is best. But...well no one's ever kissed me like that and I'm not planning on going anywhere so I'll be thinking about it guess, but...I get it. Do wha makes you happy. There's no point in being miserable again, but I trust you. Even if you don't."
Kyle looked at him, emotion clear in his expression. The confusion, the longing, the fear and uncertainty. "That's the thing. I don't know what I want, or what to do. I'm just scared I'm going to screw this up. And I know I've gone and done the one thing I said we shouldn't and the worse part is that I don't really regret it."
"I don't regret it," Adam said too quickly before closing his eyes. It was hard to look at Kyle when he looked so much like he needed to be taken care of. "I don't. And I don't think you'll screw it up."
"So, what do we do now?" Kyle asked him.
Adam shrugged a little. "Part of me wants to kiss you again because yeah." Letting out a sigh he got up, look at back him. "Another part says I go and we pick back up in the morning..."
Kyle chuckled. "I really like that first idea," he admitted. "But, yeah, that second is probably more sensible. We should probably do that."
Adam nodded and took a step backwards before hesitating, clearly considering something. Then he was going back to Kyle, leaning to pull him into another kiss. What if he didn't get another chance? What if he woke up somewhere normal? It made sense to him. Just one more.
Kyle walked forward and met him in the kiss, his arms going round Adam's neck as he buried his hands in his hair.
Adam realized the moment Kyle's arms were around him it was going to be hard to lead. Hell, he'd already took an instinctive move towards the bed with his hands firmly on Kyle's hips. He stopped it there though, relishing in the kiss itself, how it felt and how this was what he'd been left wanting when Kyle walked out of the diner the last time. This.
Kyle broke the kiss abruptly and buried his face in Adam's shoulder so he didn't do something really stupid, like start kissing his way down the column of Adam's neck. "If you're going to go, now would be a really good time," he said, without lifting his head. Or, in fact, making any move to let Adam go.
Adam nodded. "Yeah because if I don't, I'm not going anywhere." He slipping his arms more around Kyle, holding him for a long moment before finally untangling himself. "You don't need me here," he said, reaching for the discarded sketchbook with a smile. "You have to practice." He handed it over to Kyle, putting it in between them as a barrier in a sense, but at the same time, everything about Adam was reassuring. "And you can show me tomorrow."
Kyle grasped hold of the pad as well, so they were both holding it. He would be strong, he would be sensible, he would in no way suggest that Adam could, in fact, stay. Things were going to be complicated enough, no need to add sex into the equation. "I still won't be satisfied," he said, playfully.
"Yeah well if you can replace me with a pad of paper then I'm doomed for sure," Adam said, teasing right back. That was better. That was fun. "Plus you know where I'll be and you know I won't be either."
"You aren't insane. And if you're dreaming, come find me anyway. You know where to look." Adam smiled, finally letting go of the pad of paper and heading to the door. "See you tomorrow," he promised and let himself out, heading towards his room quickly so he didn't stop and turn around.
Kyle watched him go, never letting go of the pad. Once Adam had left, he sank down on the bed, still staring at the door. After a moment, a smile found its way onto his face and he brought the pad up to cradle it as he had done Adam's bear before. Eventually, he brought himself to stop staring at the door as though it contained some huge secret. He stood and turned back to his things. Maybe this would be a new start.