Adrian Moretti (![]() ![]() @ 2021-10-21 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian and Kane (with small cameo by Reza and Shane)
Where: Outside Dragonfly
When: Wednesday night, shortly before closing 6/20
Warning: Uhm... not for sisters?
Adrian had stuck with his decision to not drink until late in the evening so that if he felt all sleepy and drunk just from half a beer, he wouldn't feel so shitty about going straight home. He ended up not getting a beer, tempted into trying a fancy cocktail since it was offered to him but he'd thought he was still being smart about it; drinking very little, taking his time. Whatever was causing his alcohol sensitivity turned out to not have been smothered by Caius's ritual and he wasn't even half way through his drink when he was feeling drunk. It hit him fast too, no subtle warnings, just his legs not quite working right when he went to the bathroom and the whole of Dragonfly swimming and swirling a bit around him as he slumped back down in his seat.
Shane, who had bought him that drink, was visibly concerned when Adrian came back - as was his boyfriend - and Adrian didn't think anything was amiss with the two. They were Toby's friends and so he had no qualms about accepting the offer when Shane insisted on calling him an uber once Adrian said he was ready to go home. It was on Shane's account and he'd end up paying so how could Adrian refuse? He felt really good, even if he was drunk out of his mind against his will, and he gave Shane and Reza big hugs as they escorted him outside. "You're great," he slurred with a soft smile. "I'm so happy Toby has friends like you. God, I sound like a dick."
Shane reassured him he didn't sound like a dick and went to wait by the curb for the uber, making sure the number and make of car matched what the app was telling him. This probably wasn't as necessary in a small town like Point Pleasant but old habits died hard.
Kane had thought that he probably should just stay home and keep resting in his low profile, but Wednesday night he’d gotten restless. He didn’t want to go hunting, so he did the next best thing and fired up his Uber app. He hadn’t worked in a couple of days now, and while he didn’t think he would get many clients on a Wednesday night in Point Pleasant, the driving around at least alleviated some of his antsiness. Kane’s thoughts sorted themselves out much better when he was behind the wheel, he didn’t know why.
He’d only had a couple of fares when he got a ping for a pickup at Dragonfly. Some guy named Shane. Kane wasn’t too far away, and he arrived a little over five minutes later, pulling up to the curb and rolling his window down to check out the fare. “Shane?” he asked the guy standing there. All his focus was on the man at the curb, he didn’t even really notice the two behind him yet.
"Yes," Shane said with a smile and held up a finger in indication for him to wait before turning back to Reza and Adrian. "You gonna be okay?" he asked as they approached and earned himself another hug from Adrian so he supposed that was answer enough. He turned to talk to Kane again while Adrian clambered inside. "Maple Street," he told him, then tapped the top of the cab and turned to leave with Reza. Dragonfly was closing in only a few minutes and he didn't want to get locked out of there before he had one more drink.
Adrian just felt so grateful, he'd had such a nice night and he'd gotten to know so many people. He almost felt normal, aside from the sudden drunkenness, but even that was kind of nice and not too debilitating. He watched the adorable gay guys go back inside before glancing up at the driver and feeling like some of that drunkenness just melted right off of him. Kane. This felt like a cosmic joke - or the strangest set-up ever - and he huffed softly. "You gonna take me home or back to your cabin?" he muttered and wondered just how fast he could summon up the monster inside of him if this went sideways again.
Kane registered that the dude who’d called for him had done it for someone else, but he’d looked down at his phone while they bundled his real fare into the seat behind him. He looked at Shane first for the address, nodded, and then glanced in the rearview mirror. Their eyes met and a weird mix of cold dread and excitement filled his stomach. Kane’s first impulse was to call out to Shane and tell him no, take Adrian back, but by the time he looked toward the club again, the door was closing behind the other two men. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he muttered, eyes squeezing shut briefly. Kane twisted around to look at Adrian directly, his jaw tight. “Did you plan this? Are you armed? Gonna stab me from behind, huh?” He looked pretty sloshed, but that was easy enough to fake if you knew what you were doing.
Adrian should have been terrified and on some level he knew that. It was just another case of 'what the fuck is wrong with me' and those had been plenty lately. He wasn't terrified, even if he was aware of all the reasons why he should be. Instead he was... amused and excited in a way that felt ten shades of wrong. "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead," he said and it wasn't exactly something he'd ever thought he'd say. Adrian Moretti, registered nurse, certified badass? Hardly. He sounded like a bad mob movie and it made him want to laugh. "You drive an uber," he said next, sounded as incredulous as he felt. "I guess souls don't sell for much, huh?" He had no idea why he wanted to rile Kane up, what he should have been doing was saying 'nope' and getting the fuck out of the car. He could walk home, it'd probably do him good.
“It’s a cover, dipshit,” Kane growled. There was heat in his body from confusing sources -- irritation, a fight or flight response to possible danger, some embarrassment he didn’t want to admit to ... and his cock was getting hard for some stupid reason. With Adrian back there, inches away, looking kind of smirky and drunk and relaxed, it was impossible not to remember the three or four times Kane had jerked off thinking about him since they’d last parted ways. He was glad the car was dark, his neck and cheeks felt hot. He thought about demanding that Adrian move up to the passenger seat so he could see him better, but he wasn’t sure he wanted him that close. Adrian had a point that he could’ve killed Kane a few dozen times the last time, so hopefully he wouldn’t try anything now. Kane faced forward again and put the SUV into gear to pull away from the curb.
Adrian watched what he could see of his face in the rearview mirror and when the car started moving, he released a breath he wasn't sure he'd been holding. There were plenty of smartass comments running through his head but even drunk as he was he knew bringing up Kane's sister was more likely to get him killed than anything else. "You know where I live," he muttered instead. "Guess you don't even need the house number." That was the part he hated, Kane knew everything about him but he only really knew three things about Kane; he was a hunter, an uber driver and he had a sister called Bailey. He knew what she looked like from afar now but it didn't really tell him anything. The only thing he really knew about Kane was that he got Adrian all mixed up, jamming some important signals, boosting others that really did not need to be boosted. He couldn't see much of his face in the mirror but he could practically feel how tense he was and it reminded him he should be tense too. This guy had killed him. "What would you have done if I hadn't gotten the upper hand?" he asked, morbid curiosity overriding good sense. "Would you have killed me again?"
Kane did know where Adrian’s house was ... or rather, his sister’s house. His sister whose name was Mila and who was either married to or dating one of the Lucas brothers, who worked at The Back Porch. He knew far too much about Adrian, really. He wasn’t the most comfortable with his own obsession either. The questions made him bristle inside, but he knew he would probably be asking the same thing in Adrian’s position. Kane’s jaw clenched a few times as he thought about his answer. “Would you even believe me if I say no?” he countered, glancing in the rearview mirror. That night was kind of jumbled to him now, he’d definitely been under the influence of something again. Something that had brought out the worst in him, which could get pretty fucking bad. It was probably best that Adrian had been able to turn things around. Kane wasn’t positive he would’ve killed him over and over like he’d been thinking about, but ... torture? Maybe. Rape? Almost definitely. “You sounded so sure it was gone,” he muttered. “I didn’t wanna kill you if you weren’t coming back.”
Adrian had a feeling he might have done something else, far worse things, including things that only worked in his fantasies and would have been horrific if they happened for real. "I did think it was gone," he said and he really had no idea why he cared that Kane knew he hadn't been lying. The rational explanation was that if Kane got the upper hand again, he wouldn't dismiss everything Adrian said as a lie. But that wasn't the real reason. "I couldn't feel it anymore." He leaned his head back, tempted to close his eyes and let the waves of drunkenness lull him into sleep but there was no way he was going to do that in Kane's car so he kept his eyes open, watching Kane in the mirror. "The next time this town doles out the bad vibes, you gonna come for me again?" he asked, rather than comment on whether he believed Kane or not, he wasn't sure he did, he knew for sure there would have at least been pain - even if Kane hadn't killed him.
A sense of surreality washed over Kane, strong enough to make him want to stop the car. He could just get out, walk away from it, keep walking until he was out of this fucking town for good. Cut ties with this huge repeated mistake that had almost cost him his life twice now. His hands almost turned the wheel to the side to do it, but then he thought of Bailey. He couldn’t disappear on her, not now. He didn’t think Adrian would hurt her, but he still couldn’t abandon the one person who gave a shit about him. His heart was beating too hard and he felt kind of sick with all the mixed emotions churning in his gut. “No,” he said, all the bite gone from his tone. “It’s over. We agreed. I’m a genuine piece of shit, but I keep those promises.” Kane could only hope that whatever fucked with his head next time would allow him to stay away, but he would do everything he could to prevent any more shit between them. He’d also promised Bailey. Kane briefly met Adrian’s eyes in the mirror again. “I could have your drunk ass now if I wanted to. But it’s over.”
It was an interesting choice of words and while Adrian knew it meant Kane could kill him, it sounded like something completely different and hearing it was over was weirdly disappointing. It was still tempting to argue that Kane couldn't do shit, even if he was drunk, challenge him to do something and Adrian didn't know why that was tempting, it really shouldn't be, but he was just wrong in the head now apparently. "Good," he said instead, even if it didn't sound genuine nor did it feel genuine. "I don't wanna kill you, I don't wanna kill anyone." He licked his lips, thinking of the other things he wanted to do but Jesus Fucking Christ, no. "Sorry I got your sister involved," he said. "It wasn't a power move, I just didn't want you to drown in your own puke or anything."
Kane’s stomach twisted again at the confirmation that it had been Adrian who’d texted Bailey, and he just grunted. He’d known that, but hearing him reference it out loud was something else. Goddammit, how had this monster-man gotten so far under his skin? Because he was beautiful? Because Kane hadn’t fucked a man in a long time? Did he just need to get that out of his system? He knew it was more complicated than that, but it was aggravating not to have a solution, a way to stop the desire burning in his chest to climb back there to kiss the shit out of the quasi-wendigo. “Good,” he echoed, not sounding too happy about it either. He shifted in his seat a bit as he continued to drive toward Maple Street, silent for a beat. “You feel it now?” he asked then, eyes in the mirror again.
Even if Kane had said it was over, this felt like a trick question. If he said yes he was a monster, but if he said no he was vulnerable. Adrian didn't answer for a beat, glancing out the window and finding some relief in the fact that Kane was indeed heading towards Maple Street and not towards Witcham. "Does it matter?" he asked rather than giving a direct answer. "We both know it's still there." How did that make Kane feel? Knowing there was a literal monster in his backseat, one he'd felt the urge to kill before. Adrian should be afraid but he was just horny and a little thankful that he was the kind of drunk that made him want to curl up somewhere warm and soft to sleep - and not the other kind that would have him gagging to ask Kane to pull over somewhere so he could sit on his lap again, feel that tongue in his mouth instead of on his cheek, see Kane's eyes full of something that wasn't hate or fear. He had a feeling he'd fall asleep jerking off but he didn't really care how messed up that was.
Kane wasn’t trying to corner him into any particular answer -- Adrian was off limits now, whether Kane thought he was truly a monster or not. He didn’t, if it mattered at all. Adrian had obviously retained most of his humanity, considering what he’d done with Kane when he could’ve just torn him to pieces and left him scattered in the woods. Being that vulnerable to anyone made Kane uncomfortable, but maybe that was part of Adrian’s appeal. He’d never been so unsettled by a target before, and he’d definitely not had a target become ... something else to him. Something that made his belly warm and his jeans feel uncomfortably tight. Why did it turn him on to think about that switch in Adrian’s eyes? The shift into something more dangerous. And the strength he’d had ... fuck. Kane rolled his window down a bit and reached for his cigarettes, needing something else to focus on. He went silent again. Words had never been his strong suit, especially not exchanging them with someone he couldn’t think straight about.
This had to be the weirdest car ride Adrian had ever found himself on and the smell of smoke mingled with the cool night air touched on something inside of him that he couldn't explain. Memories, desires, some combination thereof. He should hate Kane so much but here he was, breathing in his smoke and thinking about how it felt to kiss him. He huffed softly, then leaned forward, resting his arm against the passenger seat and his head against his arm. "Give me one of those," he said quietly because it had been way too long since he smoked and the urge always got stronger when he drank. That much apparently hadn't changed in all those years and if Kane could smoke in the car then he could too. He didn't know if Kane would oblige him, of course and if he would, would he out of fear or generosity? The latter was almost laughable but Adrian wanted him to want to give him something. He really should be wishing Kane would get the fuck out of town, go find some other supernaturally charged small town to hunt in but no, he was kind of hoping he'd see him again and he kind of hoped that was just the alcohol talking.
The sudden closeness made Kane tense, and he glanced sideways at Adrian, who was now within touching distance. Kane had more or less memorized his face by now, both from photos and from getting up in said face when he had him captive, but he’d never wanted to touch it more. He didn’t think twice about giving him a smoke. He could have the whole damn pack if he wanted it. Kane had only gotten a single drag from the cigarette between his fingers, and that was the one he offered Adrian, moving his hand closer to that pretty face. He wanted to see if Adrian would take one that had already touched his lips. It was intimate, but that felt weirdly right. Kane had killed Adrian, Adrian had almost done the same to Kane ... how much more intimate did it get? He couldn’t help but keep looking between the road and the man next to him, again idly grateful for the shadowy car that hopefully hid the bulge in his jeans. “Didn’t peg you for a smoker,” he murmured. “Thought nurses knew better.”
Adrian didn't hesitate to accept the cigarette, oh so aware that Kane had already had his lips on it. He took a deep drag of it and the smoke burned a bit going down, giving him a pleasant little head rush. "You'd think," he murmured. "It's easier to know better for other people." He smoked so rarely, even back when he had better access to it, but a cigarette was the least of his worries for the future these days. "Knowing better doesn't always mean doing better." He wasn't sure how he felt, being this close to Kane now. It was a mixed bag and after a moment he leaned back in his seat and opened the window a crack. The ride was almost over and it was tempting to ask Kane to just drive around for a bit so Adrian didn't have to go home. He didn't know if anyone was still awake in the house and he didn't really want to meet anyone of them right now. He had the stray thought that if he lived alone he'd ask Kane to come inside so they could talk and it almost made him laugh with how stupid it was. What the hell was it about this guy that was getting to him? "Are you staying in town?" he asked, not sure what he wanted the answer to be.
Kane had never been envious of a cigarette before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. Even Adrian’s voice was drawing him in now, and Kane got a flash of disappointment when he sat back. He picked up the pack of smokes again and shook another one out to tuck into his mouth, smirking faintly at the truth of that statement about knowing vs doing. “Of course I am,” he said, his eyes ticking up again. “I was born here, same as you. We inherited the same dark bullshit.” They were both native sons of Point Pleasant, and that seemed to be a curse all by itself. Maybe they had more in common than Kane wanted to admit. It made him want to take Adrian somewhere else, for another beer maybe. He couldn’t even really say why. Just ... more time. Plus all the things his body wanted. Kane paused, then gave a smirky little grin. “Why though? Would you miss me?”
"Nah, man. I fucking hate you," Adrian murmured but there was no bite to the words, if anything it came out soft, amused and more like something he shouldn't be saying to the man who'd hurt him like Kane had. It would be easier though, if Kane left town. He could become a pure fantasy and not a flesh and blood person Adrian could run into at any moment. "Guess it's not that easy staying away in a town this small," he murmured and took another deep drag of the cigarette. It didn't hit the same now without that first-hit nicotine rush but it still felt good, even if it wasn't near distracting enough. "Bumping into me don't count, I'll give you that." That alcohol hunger was hitting him too and he kind of wished he wasn't driving around on somebody else's tab. Then again everything was probably closed by now, stupid ass tiny town.
Those words shouldn’t have been a turn on, but they were, and Kane bit into his bottom lip. It wasn’t just the words either, it was that tone. “Yeah, your friend tricked me into this one,” Kane said, but he couldn’t sound like he minded it. “I was gonna do my best to stay away though. I promised my sister. She’s sick of me almost dying in front of her. So ... you don’t gotta worry.” He looked into the rearview again. He knew Adrian had no reason to believe him, but he hoped he could hear the sincerity. Kane wanted to fuck him, sure, but he wanted a truce between them even more than that. They both just needed to look the other way when they inevitably crossed paths again, even if it was hard. Kane slowed the car to reluctantly turn down Maple Street, telling himself it was a bad idea to ask him if he wanted to drive around some more.
"Our poor sisters," Adrian sighed and he had half a mind to tell Kane that if he wanted to hunt something, he should hunt that abomination Adrian had seen at the facility. But that was very likely to get Kane killed and for some twisted reason, Adrian didn't want that. He flicked the finished cigarette out the window and almost sighed when he saw his sister's house. On one hand he was happy to be home, so ready to crawl into his cot and pass out for the night, on the other... Yeah, what the fuck was that about. "You know... You owe me a debt. So if I'm ever in trouble, I might just come find you." Would Kane even agree to that? Adrian didn't know but he had a feeling he would.
Kane pulled up in front of the house and stopped, then put it in park. He flicked his own cigarette out his window and turned to look at Adrian. His ego was tempted to scoff at the idea of owing him anything, but Kane knew he was right. The fuckery between them was still lopsided, with him on the shitty end. “Did you steal my number while you were going through my phone, you nosy fuck?” he asked, one corner of his mouth quirked upward. Calling him would be easier than finding him, especially when he was out driving most nights, and if Adrian ever needed him someday, Kane wanted to be reachable.
The suave thing would have been to say no and ask if Kane was going to give it to him, but Adrian wasn't feeling suave at all and if anything the question made him snicker - or maybe it was that grin on Kane's lips. The man had no right - no right at all! - to be this delectable. "Of course I did," he groaned, though he hadn't saved it yet, he'd just called his own number and then deleted that call from Kane's phone. It had seemed prudent at the time, he'd wondered if he should track Bailey down or send a picture of her to Kane to remind him what was at stake but it had felt wrong; he wasn't the type to go after Kane's sister, he hadn't even been able to kill Kane himself. "You gonna get a new one now?" They were parked and he should be getting out of the car but he didn't want to and this conversation was an excuse enough to stay for now.
He was unsurprised that Adrian had indeed stolen his number -- Kane would have done the same. He found that he wasn’t even annoyed about it. If anything, it allowed them to skip that awkward exchange of digits. Not that he was in a hurry for Adrian to leave his car, because he wasn’t at all. “Only if you start harassing me and sending me pictures of dog shit and stuff,” he said, amused. “So don’t abuse this rare gift, yeah?” He didn’t give many people access to him at all, especially not people who had tried to kill him in the past. That had been self defense though. Maybe this was all some long con and Adrian would lure him out somewhere someday to murder him, but Kane was wiling to take the risk. He wanted Adrian to call if Adrian wanted to call.
Adrian almost asked what if he sent him fun pics instead. This felt like flirting. This felt a lot like flirting, but that didn't mean he was going to say every stupid thing that came to his mind. He tried to remind himself that he hadn't been lying, he did hate Kane, there was still a part of him that wanted to hurt him, make him bleed, make him scared again, but it felt so muted at the moment. He was still riding some pleasant emotional high from the Dragonfly party and the booze had him mellow, that was all. Only that didn't explain why he'd jerked off over Kane before the party. "I'll make sure to treasure it," he said instead. "No shit pics." God it was hot in this car and that was the only reason he managed to open the door, too damn hot - in every sense of the word. "I'm not giving you my number," he murmured, pausing with the door open. "So you're just gonna have to answer every number you don't know. Have fun with that."
Kane tried to ignore the pang of disappointment when Adrian opened the door. Maybe he wouldn’t ever actually reach out, maybe he was just a naturally flirty drunk and he would regret this whole conversation in the morning. Kane didn’t want him to go, and that was truly pitiful. “Asshole,” he accused with a little laugh. “Leave me a voicemail if you’re dying, I’ll get back to you.” He knew he would be picking up those random numbers from now on though, just in case. He truly hoped that Adrian didn’t get into any situations where he would need Kane’s kind of backup, but there was something undeniably appealing about being that number in his phone. The Emergency emergency number. He watched Adrian start to get out, letting his gaze rake over him -- he’d looked hot tonight, and Kane felt a stab of jealousy toward the guys he’d been hanging out with.
Adrian had this idea that once he got on his feet and breathed in some fresh air, that spinning would ease up a little and he'd be fine. That was how it was supposed to work, only he'd forgotten that sometimes fresh air and moving did the opposite. He did get out of the car, but the car door was a little tricky to shut and standing without support was even trickier. He ended up leaning against the car, huffing softly as he silently commanded the world to stop spinning for one goddamn minute so he could walk up to the house. "Don't fucking drive off, asshole," he said out loud, vaguely gesturing toward the driver's seat with one finger. "I need a minute." He was pretty sure everyone was asleep by now but he could still easily imagine someone peering out the window, laughing at him. He used to be able to hold his liquor, now he couldn't even handle half a drink.
He hadn’t even fully turned around, much less gotten close to the gear shift. Even before Adrian spoke, that thump against the car was pretty unmistakable. Chuckling, Kane opened his own door and climbed out. He walked around to where Adrian was slumped against the car. He was obviously one of those drunks who could hold a conversation even when they could barely stand up. It affected everybody differently. Kane held his hands up a bit in a ‘mean no harm’ gesture. “C’mere, drunk idiot,” he muttered, a little half-smile stuck on his face. Kane reached out and pulled Adrian upright to get him steadied on his feet. It made him tingle in the pit of his stomach to touch him again, and it was all Kane could do not to pull Adrian tight to his chest.
For a second Kane seemed so fucking tall, or maybe it was just the way Adrian was leaning against the car, either way he was tall, and broad and so fucking close it made Adrian's skin burn. "Shut the fuck up," he murmured but having those fucking hands on him again made him feel anything but repulsed. He recognized what Kane was doing, that he was just offering assistance, and maybe he leaned a little heavier into it than he really needed to. "This doesn't absolve you," he said, grabbing onto Kane's jacket in a tight grip. Walking was easier with someone steady - and holy shit, so firm - to lean against and Adrian cursed himself quietly for the things he wanted to do. "You still owe me a favor."
Kane could smell him now, and that was all he could think about for a couple of seconds. He didn’t know if it was body wash or cologne for his night out, but it made Kane want to lick him. He handled Adrian’s weight easily enough, turning him and ducking under his arm so it was draped around Kane’s shoulders. He slipped his own arm around Adrian’s waist so they could walk together. “I do,” he agreed in a low murmur. “This is nothin’.” It didn’t feel like nothing, considering the way his heart was racing and how hard his cock was, but it definitely didn’t make up for anything. Especially since it was partly selfish, an excuse to touch Adrian again, manhandle him a little. Once he was sure Adrian had his feet, Kane started to walk them up toward the front porch.
Adrian had let his imagination run wild more than once now, but it didn't really compare to what Kane felt like for real. There was a lot of muscle there, Adrian could feel that even through his jacket and he was too drunk to be this close to him, close enough to smell him and touch him. Every fiber of his being was yelling at him to kiss him and if he was sober, he would have disagreed vehemently, leave that dumb fire coursing through him for later, take care of it himself when Kane was long gone. He wasn't sober, that was the problem, and even if he knew on every level he should be traumatized by this man, that he should be grossed out by his presence and furious at him, it just wasn't there at the moment. The only thing there was longing of the kind he hadn't felt in years, if ever. He'd been horny before but nothing like this. He stumbled a bit as they walked up to the porch, grabbing onto Kane more firmly for balance and ending up somehow in front of him. Had Kane moved him? Or had he stumbled there himself? He wasn't even sure, all he knew was that he was standing there one moment, staring up at Kane and the next he was pulling him down and crushing their mouths together with more desperation than lust.
There was a split second where Kane could’ve resisted, but was that even truly possible? He’d wanted this -- or something like it -- too intensely to push it away now. Adrian had taken up too much space in his brain to deny him. Kane’s insides twisted as those plush lips hit his own and it was like throwing gas on an internal fire. Kane kissed him back hard, his hands clutching at Adrian’s back and arm, fisting up in his clothes. As the sober one, he knew somewhere that this was Wrong and a Bad Idea, and he was sure Adrian would realize it too the moment alcohol let go of him, but that didn’t stop him. If anything, it was more reason to let it happen now, because it likely would never happen again. And goddamn did Adrian’s mouth feel good. Kane parted his lips to deepen the kiss, starving to taste him, pulling him in tighter. He didn’t care that they were right in front of Mila’s house, he didn’t care that Adrian could barely stand up on his own, he didn’t care how they’d hurt each other ... all that mattered was Adrian’s lips and solid body pressed against him, and the fact that he wanted this too, no matter how fucked up it might be.
There was a split second after Adrian initiated the kiss where he thought this might go very differently. Maybe he'd misread Kane completely and this would be the breaking point, maybe Kane would push him away, beat him senseless and call him a fag. Maybe this would disgust him more than the monster Adrian carried inside. It was just a split second because then Kane was kissing him back, kissing him deeper, strong hands pulling him in closer to let him feel all that firm mass of muscle and undeniable erection and Adrian was completely lost to it all. Six years - or had it been seven? - was too damn long without sex, without kissing, without this kind of intimacy and he could feel this kiss with his whole body, every part of him drawn into it, weak and uncaring for any possible consequences. Kane was a good kisser, Adrian would later wish he wasn't but right now it was everything he needed and he kissed him back hungrily, letting his fingers explore the sharp angles of his face and the short hair at the back of his head. His thoughts were all over the place, he wanted Kane to rip his shirt open again, wanted him to manhandle him up against the door and make him come, Adrian didn't even care how, he just wanted and needed all of this. For a sweet, blissful minute or two he got to forget all the bullshit and the fact he did not want to be caught like this. Everything around him had faded away and all he could focus on was Kane and the way he was affecting Adrian's body.
Kane hadn’t exactly been deprived of sex lately with Red around, but there was something so different about kissing another man. The body shape and scrape of stubble and just that distinct masculinity ... he hadn’t had that in quite a while. He’d fantasized about this and more dozens of times now, while his mind chewed on the gristle of Adrian Moretti for months on end, and the moment had finally, inexplicably arrived. Adrian should hate him -- Adrian did hate him, he’d just said so moments ago -- and part of Kane was a little shocked that he felt this attraction too. This was more than just a horny drunk who wanted to make out, the way Adrian was kissing him was full of desperate need, Kane could feel it. It made him want to drag Adrian back to the car to give them some privacy behind the tinted windows, or to just push him down in the grass and defile his sister’s front lawn. His hands were itching to explore, so he let them drop down to grope Adrian’s ass. He pulled their hips together roughly and rocked his own a bit to rub their bulges together, hot tingles rushing up his spine as he felt Adrian’s erection against his own. Just another minute, he told himself, like setting a timer in his head. He wouldn’t take full advantage, he just needed another minute ...
Adrian did hate him, but he also wanted him. Kane had made him smile, which was just as weird and twisted as how horny he made him. Underneath all the lust there was the urge to hurt him - to be hurt by him, to push him away and punch him then kiss him again to taste the blood on his lips. Adrian wasn't even sure if he could blame the monster or the ritual for this, it wasn't the first time he felt something like it, it was just he first time he felt it so strongly, like he didn't know whether he wanted to hurt Kane or fuck him, rip him open, get fucked by him. It was such a jumble, a buzzing of thoughts and feelings he had no idea what to do with. Kane's hands on his ass just made his brain short circuit and he moaned quietly into the kiss, startling himself a little but not enough to snap out of it. Or maybe he did, he just didn't want to yet. The mere thought of stopping now was cold and lonely and he wasn't ready to deal with that yet and grinding against Kane just felt too damn good, like he could come from that alone.
That moan felt like it shot straight through Kane’s body, and he felt almost wild with the desire for more of it. He wanted to make Adrian moan more, cry out louder, maybe even scream, from pleasure or pain or both. The way he’d looked all trussed up in Kane’s cabin flashed through his head, bloody and angry and vulnerable to Kane’s whims. He was vulnerable again, for different reasons, and Kane wanted to grab his wrists, restrain him again, push him up against something and make him feel so many things against his will ... or not so much. Adrian felt pretty willing at the moment, and while that should’ve been a good thing, Kane knew he couldn’t follow through. Not tonight. It took a strong flex of willpower to break the kiss, but he managed to do it, panting lightly as he butted their foreheads together. He let go of Adrian’s ass to grip the sides of his head and groaned in a way that was almost a growl. “You just ... fuck me up, over and over,” he muttered. “Go inside and go to bed, Moretti.” Kane tried to release him but couldn’t quite make his hands let go yet.
Adrian was breathless and dizzy and his initial reaction to Kane pulling away was to tell him no, to pull him in again because he needed this god damn it, Kane owed him. He almost said 'take me home with you', he thought of Kane's car right there out front and then the world jolted a bit and he let his hands trail down to Kane's chest, smoothing over his shirt, then tugging on his jacket before he pulled back, finding new balance in leaning against the door. "Get the fuck out of here," he murmured even if it went against everything he wanted, if he left here with Kane now someone might see him and make the right assumptions, if he left here with Kane now it might end up in a damn blood bath again. Not for the first time the words 'what the fuck is wrong with me' echoed in his head and he fumbled in his pocket for his keys, swallowing dryly. God he could still taste Kane, could still feel the ghost of his touch. Why was he letting him leave again?
Even though he had layers on and his body felt overheated with feverish lust, the air between them as Adrian stepped back felt cold. Kane was very tempted to grab him again, get another kiss for the road, but he wasn’t sure he would have the self control not to do more than that. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets to make them behave and started to back away, his gaze still locked on Adrian for a moment or two. A few things passed through his mind to say -- sweet dreams, you got my number if you still wanna fuck sober, or even fuck you -- but all of them bottlenecked in his mouth and nothing came out. He was beyond edgy banter tonight, or antagonizing Adrian. He wanted to crawl into bed with him instead, but knew that wasn’t possible. So Kane just got one more lingering look, then turned to walk back to his SUV, where the engine was still idling. He was going to be completely useless for the rest of the fucking night, he knew that already.
Adrian felt petulant when Kane actually turned to leave instead of crowding him and refusing to budge. It was ridiculous, he was thirty-three, not fifteen, but he didn't feel any of the self-control an adult should have. He almost told Kane to wait, to not go, but he bit back on that with difficulty, clenching his jaw and also biting back the frustrated growl that threatened to come out of him. He didn't even know what he wanted, he sure as fuck didn't want to have hard and violent sex on his sister's lawn but... he also did. Fuck. He stayed where he was until Kane had reached his car, letting his head thud back against the door before forcing himself to turn around and tackle the lock. It took a few tries and he wasn't so sure he could get through the house without clumsily waking everyone but he'd try. The last thing he wanted was to talk to someone so he'd try damn hard to keep that from happening. He kept expecting - or hoping for - Kane's footsteps behind him, for the man to return and that was definitely the beginning of tonight's fantasy where there were no consequences, and nobody was at home in the house but him.