Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Castle View When: Tuesday evening, 6/26 Warning: NSFW with some angst. Status Complete, part 3
“Yeah, s’just laziness,” Kane murmured with a little chuckle, giving the scruff a light scratch himself. It had been more like a bout of depression, lots of wallowing and drinking and not taking care of himself ... but maybe Kane had more reason to come out of it now. The possibility of Adrian coming over would be motivation to stay looking nice. “I’ll go shave it right now if you want. I need a fuckin’ shower anyway, you got me all sticky.” Kane chuckled and nuzzled another kiss to Adrian’s lips. “Join me?” He wasn’t too worried anymore about Adrian disappearing on him if he went to take a shower, but that didn’t mean Kane wanted to let him out of his sight at all.
Adrian didn't mind the beard, but he did think Kane looked better without it and it was obscuring the view of that part of Kane's face he felt kind of hyper fixated on sometimes; the cupid's bow, shapely and prominent. "I'll watch you shave," he said with some amusement, as if the thought of watching Kane shave wasn't deeply erotic for some reason he couldn't fully comprehend. He needed a shower too before he went home and even if he had no intention of leaving just yet, a shower sounded good. "I can check on your back while you do it."
Oh yeah, his back. His injured, scratched up back. He wondered again if those scratches would make Adrian jealous, feeling kind of amused and anxious about that at the same time. It was dumb, they weren’t officially anything, no promises had been made ... yet part of Kane still wanted him to be jealous. “Come nurse me up, hot nurse,” Kane murmured, stealing another kiss before he started to untangle them for real so they could get up. He was a little unsteady on his feet, plenty of alcohol still in his system, but Kane didn’t feel bad or too drunk. His tolerance was pretty damn high these days. Once Adrian was up too, he shuffled the way to the bathroom, squinting a bit as he flicked the lights on. “I got some first aid shit, if you need some,” he muttered, opening the cabinet under the sink to show Adrian his stash.
"I'm pretty sure I'll need it," Adrian replied with just a touch of accusation in his tone as he grabbed the first aid box and nudged Kane to turn around. He did feel jealous when he looked at the scratches all over Kane's back and ass, so obviously from sex and nothing else. He had no right to it, it was stupid, but there it was and he wondered who had given them to him. He ran his fingers over a couple of them, then moved to peel off the bandages. "You're really shit about taking care of yourself," he commented. "I bet your doctor hates you." At least the wounds didn't seem to be infected, even if they were kind of a mess. The stitches were intact at least but Adrian knew he'd need to bandage it better. "I fix this up, I might just chain you down on your stomach until you're healed."
Kane positioned himself in front of the sink, trying to keep his torso straight for Adrian as he cupped some water in one hand to dampen his face, then grabbed his shaving cream and razor. At least the big cut wasn’t on his right side, so he didn’t think shaving would interfere too much with what Adrian was doing. Kane chuckled deep and made an intrigued sound at the idea of being chained down. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he murmured with a smirk, smearing white foam all over his face. It had registered when Adrian touched the tender lines from Red’s fingernails, and Kane internally debated bringing it up first. What would he say? It meant nothing to him? That was a lie. He was sorry? Also a lie. Should he tease Adrian about being jealous? He hadn’t made any indication that he was, so that would just be fishing. “I don’t actually have a doctor,” Kane admitted instead.
Adrian shook his head at that because of course he didn't. Idiot. "Why is that not a surprise," he sighed and at least Kane had a nurse now. That thought came out of nowhere and he thought better of saying it out loud, it was too much like a promise for the future. "Guess you're friends with everyone at the ER by now," he said instead even if he knew better. Nobody had seemed to know who Kane was and Adrian suspected he usually took care of his wounds himself. "Or you will be if you keep this up." He pulled back and tossed the bandages in the trash, lightly stroking Kane's flank because he couldn't seem to stop touching him. "I wanna get this cleaned up in the shower, it's not as bad as I thought. Then I'll re-bandage it."
“I can handle a lot on my own,” Kane confirmed as he lifted his chin and put the razor to his neck to start to shave. “Only been to this ER a couple times now, but I’ve seen my fair share around the country.” He could do his own stitches when he could reach the wound, and the one on his back would’ve been easy to handle if it had been somewhere else. But the first time, when he’d been bleeding to death from Adrian’s knife, he’d definitely needed the ER. Kane glanced at Adrian in the mirror as he shaved and rinsed, shaved and rinsed. He really needed an electric razor again. “You might even be the only healthcare professional I’ve seen more than once in my adult life,” he mused with a faint chuckle. “Outside of the Corps, anyway.”
Adrian was perfectly content to stand there, idly touching Kane and nudging his face against his shoulder while he shaved. It smelled good and there was something very satisfying about the scratchy sound of razor against skin. "I can't say shit," he said with some resignation. "Health care professionals make the worst patients. I'm sick of doctors." He'd had so many tests done in the last few years, he was pretty sure that aside from the hungry monster inside of him, he was in peak health. "We have better local anesthetics at the hospital than you do, so next time you need stitches you might keep that in mind, mister tough guy." Did Kane even care? Or did he enjoy the pain? There was so much Adrian didn't fully understand about him, how thick his mask was and how much of his tough act was real.
Kane tended to just get drunk if he needed to stitch himself up, which wasn’t good for the bleeding, but it hadn’t killed him yet. He decided not to tell Adrian that, though, already sure of what his opinion would be. “Maybe I’ll just call my sexy personal field nurse, you can swipe some and bring ‘em to me, right?” he asked, only half teasing. “I hate all the fuckin’ paperwork they make you do.” Kane didn’t like putting his real name on things, leaving a paper trail. Not that he thought anybody was hunting him, but still. He liked to stay as anonymous as possible ... at least until recently anyway. Recently he had the stupid burning desire to be Known, and now he had Adrian Moretti snuggling him in his bathroom. Kane leaned in closer to the mirror to get the detail spots, then rinsed off the razor and his face.
Adrian didn't dignify that with an answer, but he knew that if it came to it, he'd steal supplies from the hospital to fix Kane up. It was stupid, risking his job and he hoped it wouldn't come to that. He watched Kane, until he was done, then nudged him to turn around so he could steal a kiss from his now clean-shaven face. Yeah, he most definitely liked this better and the sweet smell of Kane's shaving cream was a bonus. "I'm surprised you don't have secret aliases, fake IDs, a stack of passports with different names." He leaned in closer, pressing their bodies together and loosely wrapping his arms around Kane's waist. "Or maybe you do."
Kane draped his thick arms around Adrian’s shoulders, smirking softly. “Maybe I do,” he murmured. He did have that stuff for when he needed it, cycling through IDs pretty regularly when he was traveling around. It was all pretty useless here though, where some people knew him, and he hadn’t planned to stay long. Kane pressed his lips to Adrian’s again, feeling greedy for their softness, and just kissed him for a moment, enjoying the solid warmth of Adrian’s body against his. “I know you saw ‘em,” he added softly when their mouths parted, sure Adrian would know what he was talking about. It definitely wasn’t the fake IDs. “You should know I didn’t come ‘til I was thinking about you.” Granted, he’d come while he was thinking about strangling Adrian, but Kane didn’t feel the need to confess that part. He could keep some of his depravity to himself.
"Is that so?" Adrian huffed softly and he had no way of knowing if Kane was just saying that, but it still made him feel a little bit smug. It was none of his business what Kane did when he wasn't there, he didn't even know what this thing between them really was yet, and yet he felt jealous and questioning, hating the idea of Kane doing this with someone else. It made him want to ask who it was so he could go compare himself to them, figure out where he stood, if they were better than him in some way. "Guess I got you pretty bad. You gonna be okay?" He grinned as he spoke, his concern fake and teasing. It was easier to joke around than to really think about the churning in his gut at the idea of Kane fucking someone else and he wasn't even sure if it was the fucking that bothered him. Did he tell his secrets to that person too? Had it just been a one time thing? No, he didn't want to know. It was none of his business.
He didn’t pick up on any jealousy in Adrian, and Kane found himself a tiny bit disappointed. Which was stupid. He didn’t want anyone to get all possessive of him and disrupt how he lived his life ... did he? No. He definitely didn’t want to fight about it, that was for sure. So maybe Adrian was okay with both of them keeping their options open, though he had to admit the thought of some other guy fucking Adrian put a bad, tight feeling in his stomach. Kane tried not to think about it, it wasn’t a problem. He was the slutty one, Adrian had said it had been a few years for him, after all. He snickered at the question and playfully nipped Adrian’s bottom lip. “Too late now, so we’ll find out, I guess,” he murmured. Adrian did indeed have him, pretty fucking bad. Kane kissed him one more time, then let go and moved around him to start up the shower. He legit needed to get clean, and he wanted to be the one to rub soap all over Adrian’s body.
Kane probably would have liked seeing the small grimace that flickered over Adrian's face when Kane turned his back on him, his gaze trailing over those scratches again as he tried to push that dumb jealousy back down. Kane definitely needed to get clean more than he did so he gave him some space to start with, leaning against the shower stall and watching him with open hunger as he soaped himself up. God damn it but he was gorgeous, scars or no scars, his muscles rippling under tanned skin, accentuated by the water running over it. Adrian slipped inside within a minute, wanting to touch again. His arousal was more mental this time, his body still pretty sated, but that didn't mean he wanted to keep his hands to himself.
Kane washed the stickiest parts of him first while Adrian was giving him room, then smiled faintly as his guest couldn’t stay away for long. He grabbed the detachable shower head to rinse off his junk and ass, enjoying the slight soreness of the latter. He kind of wanted to tell Adrian how long it had been since he’d let someone fuck him, but he was more interested in the present at the moment. Once he was cleaner, Kane reached to pull Adrian in closer, the shower head still in hand. There was more of him to scrub, but he would get to it. He started to run the hot water over Adrian’s body, up one arm and across his chest and down his back, wanting him warm and wet. Kane watched the cascade run down over all those lovely curves and lines he wanted to memorize, letting his other hand lightly follow the path of the water. Adrian wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stop touching.
That was definitely a first for Adrian and he relaxed into it, enjoying the warm water against his skin and actually being pampered and touched like this. Some time ago now it would have been hard to imagine Kane this gentle, even if Adrian had thought of doing so, but he found himself as drawn to that part of him as he was to the rough and sexy part. There was something so achingly beautiful about him, some deep sadness in his eyes that rendered Adrian stupid and he knew it. Knowing didn't mean he could control it though and he studied Kane's face with a growing warmth in his core that had nothing to do with the water. He wanted to ask him if he'd ever been in love. Wanted to ask him what his first time had been like. Wanted to ask him a million deeply personal questions but they all felt like too much too fast and like he was trying to make Kane something he probably wasn't. There was this urge to explore more of that softness, to dig deeper into the sadness to compare more than just their physical scars and Adrian wanted to know everything about him. "You gonna do all the cleaning, huh?" he asked instead with a lazy smile, feeling a bit high on pleasure.
He could feel Adrian studying him while Kane’s eyes were on his body, and it was a bit of a strange sensation. Kane spent so much of his life trying not to be seen, to blend in and sneak up on targets and to just avoid a lot of ‘normal’ human interaction ... but he had some desperate inner longing for it at the same time. Not from everyone, obviously, but part of him was so hungry for someone to truly know him. Adrian had seen the worst of him, knew things about him now that almost nobody else did, and he was still there, in Kane’s shower, letting him touch him all over. It was kind of surreal, but it felt so fucking good, he felt hooked on it already. Kane’s lips quirked a bit at the question and he hummed. “You’re a guest, it’s only polite, right?” he murmured, briefly meeting Adrian’s gaze with some amusement. He put the showerhead back into place and grabbed the soap to start lathering Adrian up. He wasn’t built as thick as Kane was, but he had a very nice chest and shoulders that felt good under Kane’s soapy palms. He washed him almost like a massage, taking his time, exploring every line of muscle and raised scar. “You’re so beautiful, you know that, right?” Kane murmured softly as his hands slipped lower to Adrian’s hips and groin.
While it wasn't surprising to feel his arousal picking up again it was a bit impressive that Kane could get him there so easily and so quickly after his climax and the words send that needy heat straight through Adrian. God he was addicted to Kane finding him beautiful, it made him like the idea of being stalked, of being adored, in a way he knew wasn't healthy. Nothing about this was healthy but his life wasn't exactly good and wholesome either. "You do this for all your guests?" he teased but there was no real bite to the joking, he felt too heady and relaxed to really provoke Kane into any kind of banter. "Should I be jealous?" he hadn't meant to say that but there it was, teasing or not, it brought back the thought of the scratches on Kane's back, the mysterious stranger who'd shared a bed with him, faceless and threatening in Adrian's mind. He hoped it was a woman though mostly he just didn't want to think about it, he didn't need the thought of Kane with another man spoiling his blissful mood right now.
Kane wasn’t sure how anyone could not find Adrian beautiful, but maybe he was biased now. He was definitely obsessed in a way that he didn’t think he had been since he’d first laid eyes on the only man he’d ever fallen in love with ... was that what was happening again? Kane didn’t know. It was all so tangled between them, the monstrosity and the violence entwined with this aching tenderness and a level of intimacy he’d never experienced before. At least not after his life had gotten so darkly complicated. Kane didn’t understand it yet, but he didn’t have to in order to feel it. One soapy hand caressed Adrian’s balls while Kane stared into his eyes, his fingers stroking that sensitive spot just behind them, wrist brushing against the tantalizing heat of Adrian’s cock. Kane felt like he just stayed aroused with this man, it was definitely scrambling his brain, he just couldn’t care. “Naw,” Kane drawled, a tiny smile playing with his lips. “Nobody comes here.” Except Adrian, now. At least Kane hoped he wouldn’t have a change of heart after he left. Not ever seeing him again now would be devastating.
"Is that so," Adrian murmured, and he was quickly getting addicted to that rare smile of Kane's. He was also getting stupidly horny again with the way Kane's hand was gliding along his sensitive skin. Did he not bring that other person home? Adrian hoped not but he also knew he had to stop thinking about it. He didn't know what this was between them, he just knew it would never be a normal relationship, he didn't think he'd ever have one of those in his life and with Kane it was even more complicated. Whatever this was made jealousy feel misplaced and he focused instead on the man in front of him, knowing this was fleeting, that he might get to keep it for a little while longer but maybe it was just a matter of weeks. Hell, maybe it was just a matter of days. He didn't know if Kane had a stash of fake IDs, he didn't know if he'd disappear from town again, he didn't know if he'd go missing while out there hunting dangerous things. All he had was this moment. "You know you're beautiful too, don't you?" he asked, slipping his hands around Kane's waist, rubbing at the small of his back. "With all your scars."
The next time he saw Red it might be at his place, if she didn’t completely ghost him now, but it wasn’t a lie because it hadn’t happened yet. Kane wasn’t even sure he would be comfortable with her in his space, not after he’d seen how she lived. That was all still up in the air, who knew if he would even be able to fuck her again after tonight. Kane got an instant knee-jerk no feeling from the compliment, but it was silly to argue about shit like that. He knew he had a good body, he had reasons to stay in fighting shape, but he felt ugly and always had. Maybe his perceptions were fucked, but he’d accepted it at this point in his life. If Adrian found him attractive -- and he pretty obviously did, for whatever reason -- Kane wasn’t going to try to talk him out of it. “You got weird taste, man,” Kane murmured instead, smirking a touch. He crowded in closer, nudging Adrian’s back against the shower wall as he pressed them together, the soap allowing their bodies to slide against one another deliciously. Kane slid his hands around to Adrian’s ass as he dipped his head in to claim his mouth again, his growing cock nudged against Adrian’s hip.
Adrian had lost count of how many times he'd jerked off to Kane in the shower and so it was almost dreamlike to actually be in the shower with him, feel his body against his own, warm and slick and firm. He groaned softly into the kiss, any argument he might have had about his taste dying on his lips. Kane was hot, but he was also rough-looking and a little scary so Adrian supposed he could understand why he'd not think so himself. He was thinking more about how good of a kisser he was at the moment and how blood was rushing to Adrian's cock again. He couldn't get enough of Kane and in a way he felt like he had years of no sex to make up for so twice in one night, three times even, just felt fair. He hummed contently into the kiss, rolling his hips to feel Kane's skin glide against his cock, wanting more of him, more of everything.
Fuck, those sounds he made were going to haunt Kane’s dreams in the best sort of way, he had a feeling. He was okay with that -- even if this never happened again, Kane knew he would carry it with him forever. For at least one night, he felt seen and forgiven and maybe even loved a little again. Definitely Wanted, which was always something to indulge in. He was probably projecting to some extent, but that seemed okay too, for now. He could feel Adrian getting harder, which only spurred on his own arousal, and before too long Kane was rocking his hips too, hungry for that slick pressure against his cock. He loved to feel the way Adrian’s ass flexed as he moved, to remember how good that cock had felt inside of him. Kane hadn’t even really wanted to bottom in years, but Adrian had been damn good at it, maybe he would get to more often. He broke the kiss to draw in a heavy breath, exhaling in a moan as he shifted a bit to rub their dicks together.
Adrian had told him he was not going to suck his dick but he had a feeling he would before too long. The urge to taste it and feel its texture on his tongue was suddenly there and he decided to file that away for later. If he came back, then maybe. If Kane would even trust him to put his teeth around such a vulnerable part of him, knowing what he was. He was more than good with what they were currently doing, Kane's firm grip on his ass and the gentle rub of his cock against Adrian's slowly building up into his hunger for more. He didn't really know what to do with this feeling of not wanting to leave here but something about Kane had him wanting to disappear from his life and just hide out in his bed for the rest of time. It wasn't a logical desire, of course, and it was good to drown it out with physical pleasure, letting him focus on this moment. "Why am I so fucking hooked on you?" he murmured against Kane's lips, as if he might have some idea what this fire between them consisted of.
Kane seemed to have a hundred answers to that but also none at all, but damn did it give him a thrill to hear Adrian ask. “Does it matter?” he asked breathlessly, nipping at Adrian’s bottom lip. “You are.” Over analyzing and picking apart the reasons wouldn’t change the way his heart picked up speed around Adrian, or stop the memories and fantasies that played in his mind when he touched himself. Their chemistry was powerful, no matter where it came from. Kane slipped his hand between them, into all the slick suds they’d built up, and gripped both their cocks as best he could. He gave a low groan as he started to stroke them, loving the way Adrian’s hot skin felt against his own. “Promise you’ll come back,” he murmured after another of those deep kisses.
Adrian let out a shuddered exhale and it wasn't just from the physical stimulation, but the way Kane asked him as well. He wanted to come back and now he had a damn good reason to; keeping a promise. "I promise I'll come back," he said sincerely and he knew he'd find it hard to stay away even if Kane told him to, so this was far better. He moved his arms to stay out of Kane's way, draping them loosely over his shoulders and crossing them at the wrists as he slowly bucked into Kane's grip, relishing the smooth glide of skin against skin and the intimacy of their cocks rubbing together. "Promise not to leave town yet," he countered, tilting his head and nibbling lightly on Kane's jaw, now smooth and sweet tasting with the beard gone.
It felt so good to be so close to him, and Adrian’s mouth on his jaw sent tingles down Kane’s body. Already he wanted Adrian to stay the night, the next day, another couple of nights, until whenever he had to go back to work, but he knew that wasn’t practical or sane. Kane had to stay a secret in Adrian’s life, which meant he probably wouldn’t get any overnights even if Adrian kept his word and came back. It was probably pathetic that he was already bummed out about that. Kane wanted to wrap himself around Adrian and sleep, then wake up groping him and do it all over again. “I promise,” he mumbled. That one was easy to make -- he had to stay for Bailey and for his mom, probably even a while after she died. Bailey would need help with arrangements and all that shit. Not that Kane was thinking about them in the moment. There was also no way he was walking away from this thing until more of it had played out. He stroked them with a bit more purpose, tightening his grip as he let out a low groan, his head tilting to give Adrian more room to taste him.
It was hard to believe how guarded he'd been when he arrived here earlier that night and how all those walls seemed to have crumbled now. Maybe Kane didn't deserve that kind of trust and vulnerability, but it was so easy to give it to him regardless and the reward was so rich and dizzying, Adrian just wanted to sink into this sensation and never come out again. He traced his teeth along Kane's jaw, then nibbled on his neck and sucked on the wet skin there, moving one hand to grip the back of his head, clamping his short hair between his fingers. It was hard to decide if he wanted more or if he just wanted to stand there until the water started running cold or one or both of them came, whichever happened first. He didn't want to get out just yet, didn't want to return to bed all wet, but he also didn't want to get dressed and leave right after the shower. Maybe he'd drag Kane out for a drive, they could smoke and talk a little longer before he had to get his ass back to Mila's house. It felt good to hear Kane say he promised, even if promises could be easily broken. It carried some weight tonight and he groaned softly at the building pressure in his balls, biting just a little harder down on Kane's skin. "I'll hold you to that."
Adrian’s teeth felt so good, but Kane didn’t have that same hunger for hard, deep bites like he had with Red. There was still some part of him that wanted Adrian to hurt him, so he was sure the urge would come back, but it was relaxed and asleep for now. Those teasing nibbles were good enough on their own, and he was very into the pleasure that was happening at the moment instead. He’d jerked off so many times in the shower thinking about this man, and now he was jerking them both off and relishing the sensation of Adrian’s hardness caught against his own. He loved the way Adrian held his head, happy goosebumps racing down his back, and Kane suddenly wanted to be on his knees with both Adrian’s hands in his hair, his mouth full of cock. Kane turned his head to bite a bit at Adrian’s neck himself, then dragged his lips up closer to his ear. “I wanna taste you,” he whispered to him. “You wanna fuck my mouth?”
"Jesus," Adrian breathed and how could he really say no to that? Part of him wanted to come like this because he wanted to hold Kane close and busy his own mouth with licking him and nibbling on him but he knew damn well how good his mouth felt. He thought about sucking Kane's cock and it was both appealing and scary, like he might lose control and hurt him. Maybe that wasn't gonna happen but the thought was there and Adrian didn't need anything casting a shadow over this brief bout of pleasure. "Whatever you want," he murmured, clutching his hair more tightly, torn between letting him kneel and keeping him close. "I've thought about you fucking me in the shower," he added with a coy smile, as if admitting that was any more vulnerable than everything else they'd gotten up to. "I've thought about you a lot."
Kane’s stomach clenched with a pleasant heat. Before tonight, he hadn’t really been sure of Adrian’s feelings towards him, if he’d thought that first round of intense sex was just a stupid mistake with a man he truly hated. But more and more it sounded like they were feeling the same way about each other, and that was ... something. Exhilarating, terrifying, tragic, all of the above. All Kane really knew was that he didn’t want it to stop. He glanced at the nearly-empty rack that held his shower supplies and gave a low grunt. “No good lube,” he said, hungry eyes coming back to Adrian’s face. Kane loved that little smile of his already. “I’ll go get it if you want ... I think about fucking you every goddamn time I’m in here.” Kane smirked faintly himself. He knew Adrian didn’t want to suck his dick, and that was fine, so if he wanted it to be more equal pleasure, Kane would happily fuck him anywhere he wanted. “Or we can go back to bed,” he added, moving to nibble at Adrian’s jawline.
Shower sex was a lot less fun in practice than it was in theory so Adrian just shook his head dismissively with a little titter. "Don't go anywhere," he murmured and hoped the water stayed warm a little longer even if the thought of cold water was not enough to deter him from staying put. "Let me fuck your mouth," he added in half a whisper, nuzzling Kane's cheek and gently rubbing his ass. Maybe it'd suck for Kane, crouching down in the shower, but he'd offered and they could always stop if the real thing didn't live up to the fantasy. Kane was just so fucking good at sucking dick, Adrian hoped he'd let him finish off in his mouth.
Kane fully intended on fucking Adrian in the shower at some point, he already planned to buy another bottle of lube to keep in there for when the opportunity came. But he was glad not to have to go anywhere, even for a brief moment or two. He wanted Adrian to finish in his mouth, he wanted to taste his cum, wanted to look up at that beautiful face from below and know he was driving Adrian to that point. Cold water didn’t even cross his mind. Kane gave a soft hum at hearing those words given back to him, and he nipped at Adrian’s ear. “And you don’t owe me anything, ‘kay?” he murmured, just so Adrian knew he didn’t expect this favor returned. He wanted to do it for him even if it meant he just ended up taking care of himself. It wouldn’t be the first time, wouldn’t be the last. Kane turned them a bit so he could squat and lower himself to his knees, cupping some of the water to rinse Adrian’s cock off before he put it to his lips. With a low groan in his throat, he re-explored it all with his tongue, then took the head into his mouth to lightly suck.
The words caused something like a bass drop in Adrian's stomach, warm and heavy, and he didn't really have time to process what that meant before Kane was on his way and Adrian tilted his head back as he drew a deep breath. The warm water against his back, Kane's tongue teasing his cock, it was all a lot but he'd already come once tonight so it wasn't as overwhelming as it might have been. He buried his fingers in Kane's hair, as addicted to doing that as Kane was to feeling them there. "Sure know how to keep me coming back," he said hoarsely, glancing down at Kane again, watching his cock slide between his gorgeous lips.
As he pushed forward to take Adrian deeper, Kane let his hands run up the other man’s thighs to caress his groin and hips, like he wanted to memorize every curve of him. Kane got a flash of mixed feelings at what Adrian said, hot arousal and smugness mixed with a dash of cynical shame. This was the only thing that ever kept anyone coming back. Kane tried not to think about it, because damn it felt fantastic in the moment, and Adrian’s cock felt so silky against his tongue. He looked up as he relaxed his throat to take it deeper, holding that eye contact for a moment. His own cock was aching with neglect already, but Kane kept his hands on Adrian for now. He wanted to stay focused. He started to find a rhythm, bobbing his head, his eyes rolling closed again as he moaned around him.
Meeting Kane's gaze, Adrian felt that thud deep inside of him again, like they were in free fall and maybe in a way they were. He stared back down into Kane's eyes, captivated while it lasted, even as Kane took him deep. That moan vibrated up his cock, mixing with the heat and pressure of Kane's mouth and he responded with a low, throaty moan of his own, rubbing at Kane's head as he wondered if Kane really wanted him to take control and literally fuck his mouth. He let him choose the rhythm for now, gauging how much he could take, how deep he took him, not wanting to ruin this with some selfish and shitty behavior just because he read the situation wrong. He still tightened his grip on Kane's head, pulling him in when Kane moved in, not quite steering him but almost, a small test to see how he'd react.
He was going to be remembering this view in all of his wet dreams, Kane felt sure. He didn’t get on his knees for every man who came along, his pride and that dumb sense of being the alpha in almost any room got in the way ... but he wanted this with Adrian. Maybe part of it was guilt, maybe there was something about Adrian’s quiet nature that appealed to the part of him that wanted to submit -- they were beyond competition and dick waving contests now. There was a sense of vulnerability that was so rare for Kane, he wanted to cling to it. Like it confirmed he was human somehow. Maybe Adrian felt it too, or maybe this was all just lust, Kane didn’t know. He just knew he felt melty and hot inside when Adrian’s long fingers tightened in his hair, and it felt natural to give up control and let those hands guide him. He stroked the back of Adrian’s thighs encouragingly, another soft sound in his throat as he sank deeper into being nothing but a body to be used, relishing the slide of Adrian’s cock between his lips.
Adrian had expected it to take longer to get this ramped up but here he was, the air thick in his lungs, his head swimming and his hands working on their own accord, pulling Kane in with more confidence as he savored each thrust into his mouth. He couldn't name these feelings, but he could feel that vulnerability between them and not just in all those things they'd talked about but in the body language as well. He simultaneously felt like he was dominating and submitting to Kane, taming some wild beast but also getting carried away with it. He liked all those feelings, even the helpless scary ones. They made him feel human and alive, more than just a test subject or a trauma victim. "Use your fingers," he moaned after a while and it was hard to tell if it was a command or a request, even to him. It was urgent either way, he wanted more of Kane, wanted all of him, still aching to get fucked by him even if he'd said otherwise but god, this blowjob was a fantasy come true and improved, no matter how far it went.
The static in Kane’s mind as Adrian fucked his mouth was its own sort of bliss. He didn’t have to figure this out while he was on his knees, he just had to let it happen, let it be what it was. He didn’t even have to set the pace, he just had to keep moving as those hands guided him and running his palms over the slopes and curves of Adrian’s legs and ass and hips. The touching was almost reverent, but god, his cock was throbbing with need. It refused to be ignored, but Kane kind of enjoyed that tight burning feeling on top of everything else. He heard Adrian’s words as a command and it sent fresh fluttering through his stomach. Kane brought his fingers up to his mouth and tucked them in with Adrian’s cock for a moment to get them wet, then reached to do as he was told. He rubbed at Adrian’s opening a bit before he pressed one finger into him. All that clenching heat made him groan helplessly, and his cock ached a little harder.
There were plenty of reasons why Kane's fingers felt better than his own, but the one that stood out the most to Adrian was that it was Kane's fingers and everything felt tighter and hotter when one slipped inside of him. His moan mingled with the running water and he tightened his grip in Kane's hair and spread his legs a little more. At this point he really wished he had his back to the wall, wanting to lean back for balance but at the same time Kane was right there for him to hold onto and press against and the longer this went on, the more comfortable he was with doing just that. He looked down again to watch him with glazed eyes, taking in all of it with dumb gratitude. Kane was hot all the damn time but something about seeing him, wet and on his knees, just made him all the more so.
All of it made Kane wish he could fuck and suck Adrian at the same time, he wanted that tight grip around his cock, but they were committed now. He would just have to hope that Adrian was good to his word and they would get another chance at this. He loved the way Adrian put weight on him, used him for balance, used him for anything he wanted. Kane worked his finger for a moment, then slid a second one in beside it, groaning at how that made everything feel even tighter. He worked them deeper, aiming to get to Adrian’s prostate without much coherent thought about it -- Kane just wanted to make him explode, make it feel as good as possible. If this was all he was good for, he wanted to be good at it.
That extra stretch was more than welcome and Adrian could feel his control slipping with the added stimulation. The rub against his prostate was just bonus at that point but even that started gradually becoming a lot. He wasn't even sure why he was holding back, maybe because he didn't want this to end, didn't want to get out of the shower and think clearly again. He just wanted to stay in this moment as long as possible but Kane was making that difficult. He moved one hand to press it against the wall, his other remaining firm and pressing on Kane's head as the pleasure started building rapidly, like something was crashing in on him, taking him apart. He lost his sense of time and space as he came, surprised at the strength of it considering how recently he'd come but damn it felt good to hold Kane in place and unload in his mouth.
Kane felt some sympathy precum leak out of his cock when he felt Adrian start to go off. It was hot as hell to feel both sides of it, Adrian’s ass throbbing around his fingers while his cock pulsed against his tongue. Kane held his breath and swallowed as the salty taste filled the back of his mouth. There was some deep satisfaction mixed in with that sense of triumph, like he’d accomplished something, and not just for Adrian. Which was probably too much weight to put on a blowjob, but everything felt so meaningful today. Once the trembling stopped and Adrian’s grip on him eased up, Kane gently withdrew his fingers and slowly licked that beautiful cock clean. He was still aching for something, but some of the urgency was gone, like Adrian’s orgasm had taken his own edge off. Kane looked up at him as he rocked back on his heels and went to stand up again.
There was something about the way Kane stood up that made Adrian's stomach drop again in a rollercoaster sort of way. He moved like a predator and he was bigger than Adrian and everything about him drove Adrian crazy in so many ways. He'd had control over him there for a bit, maybe he still did, and it felt powerful and scary in a similar way as being around a wild panther would feel. As soon as Kane was on his feet, Adrian pulled him in for a breathless and hungry kiss, wanting to taste himself on his tongue. He broke it off for just a second to spit in his palm, then reached between them to stroke Kane's cock as he kissed him again. He felt a bit unsteady and his mind was still reeling but it felt so good to lean into Kane, to claim his mouth and feel that thick cock in his grip, being a little dizzy from his climax just made it more intense.
He returned the kiss eagerly, hungrily, deeply pleased that Adrian wasn’t squeamish about that shit ... maybe one day he would get to prove that he wasn’t either. On some level Kane understood why Adrian didn’t want to give him head, he didn’t blame him for it, but fuck if he wasn’t dying to feel those gorgeous lips wrap around him. A hand was good too though, and Kane let out a muffled moan as Adrian got a grip on him. Keeping his arms around the other man, Kane turned so his back was against the tile, feeling like he needed something more solid to keep him steady. He gripped the back of Adrian’s neck with one hand, the other fingers brushing his jaw and then down to his chest, his balls drawing up tight as his pleasure started to ramp up quickly. He had to break the kiss to breathe, and pressed his forehead to Adrian’s to stay close.
Adrian pressed in against him, moving to nibble on his ear while his free hand cupped the side of Kane's neck, his thumb idly rubbing his jaw. Just like Kane, he had the urge to take him in his mouth, but there was something stopping him, some stubbornness or pride or maybe just the simple urge to keep him waiting. He wanted it though, he knew it wouldn't be long before he took back what he'd said and did it. Maybe he just wanted it to be special in some dumb way. He'd taken his time with his first fuckbuddy too, like he needed to hold something back for whatever reason. Kane's cock was a little bit intimidating too, there was that. It felt good to stroke it though, to feel it throb in his grip, and he pushed their chests together as if he had to hold Kane there for the duration. He knew he didn't, Kane felt pliant in a way that did something to him, spurred him on and made him feel aggressive. It reminded him of the turn-around at the cabin, of having him under his control. All the things he could have done - all the things he could do now.
Kane had lost track of how many times he’d jerked himself off in this very shower, fantasizing about the man currently pressed against him, doing that stroking himself. Some of those fantasies had been dark and disturbing, things that ought to stay forever unfulfilled in his head; others had been tender enough to make his chest ache with longing. Plenty of them had been similar to this, their bodies close, hot breath in his ear, Adrian showing some of that strength Kane knew was inside of him. Part of him wanted to fight it a little, see if Adrian would push back, force an orgasm out of him, but it felt too fucking good to interrupt. Maybe someday, if they trusted each other more, they could play with power in a way that didn’t hurt either of them. For now everything felt too fragile to risk it, and Kane just wanted to drown in all the pleasure anyway. His breathing had gotten harsh and heavy, low moans mixed in with the panting as he got closer to his edge. “Fuck, Adrian,” Kane groaned, hands squeezing him tighter. He couldn’t help it when his hips started to flex, the instinct to thrust making him fuck Adrian’s hand as much as he could. “M’gonna come,” he panted like a plea.
"Do it," Adrian murmured, following the rhythm of Kane's frantic movements with gentle squeezes, loving the way his cock felt fucking into his grip. He had wished they had enough space - and lube - for him to press Kane down to the floor and ride him to completion but this was good too, hearing that hint of desperation in Kane's voice, feeling that powerful body tremble against him. Adrian wondered if he could make him come again after this, just how sensitive he'd be if he just kept stroking him after his climax, if it would hurt him and he both did and did not want to find out. That was the part of all of this that worried him the most, that random urge to inflict pain, some deep rooted anger that still hadn't caught up with his logical mind and wanted revenge for the pain he'd endured. It was not healthy and he knew it and he feared it would one day explode in his face. Not now though, he was in control, he felt sated and good and fantasizing about a little post-orgasm torture was the least of his worries.
It was such a casual command, almost like Adrian was bored with it all now, and for some reason that really did it for Kane. There was a lot about all of this that wasn’t healthy for him either, but he had zero desire to stop any of it. His whole life was full of unhealthy things, and very few of them felt even close to this good. Kane held as much of Adrian’s body tight to him as he could without getting in the way of the stroking, his head dropping to sink his teeth into the top of Adrian’s shoulder as his body shuddered and strained. Finally Kane peaked, his cock jumping and throbbing in the other man’s grip as he came. He let out a low, muffled cry against Adrian’s skin, his head spinning with pleasure all over again.
The bite sent a shiver through Adrian's body and he briefly thought about Kane's teeth sinking deeper, tearing into muscle and coming away bloody. But that wasn't Kane's thing, that was Adrian's and he let that thought come and go, focused on Kane's body for now and the sweet ache where he'd bit him. "I don't wanna stop," he whispered, his hand still moving slowly along Kane's cock, squeezing a little more cum out, feeling the way it made Kane twitch. Would Kane make him stop? Would it ruin everything? Would it make everything better? Fucked if Adrian knew, he just didn't want this to be over, didn't want to get out and get dressed just yet, even if he didn't have to leave, there was something in this moment he desperately wanted to cling to for as long as he could.
After the second intense orgasm of the evening, Kane’s cock felt almost painfully sensitive as Adrian kept toying with it. He wanted to stop him, but not enough to actually do it, because it felt fucking amazing at the same time. Kane felt the same compulsion to stay right there, to squeeze as much out of this moment as they possibly could. He had no idea if he could even physically climax again, or if he would go soft in Adrian’s hand and disappoint them both. Even the humiliation of that seemed like it would feel good in the moment. Kane turned his head to tuck his face against the side of Adrian’s neck instead of biting him. That neck he’d crushed and ruined not so long ago. “Me neither,” he mumbled, hands still clinging to Adrian. The water running out of the showerhead was lukewarm at best now, and that decided it more than anything. It was hard to come when you were cold. “Come back to bed with me,” Kane suggested, nuzzling Adrian’s jaw a bit.
If not for the water, Adrian might have ignored the request for a bit, but cold water was nobody's favorite, even if he thought he could handle the cold far better after his changes. He hadn't meant to go back to Kane's bed, he'd meant to take a shower and maybe not leave right after, but definitely get dressed. He didn't want to leave now any more than he'd wanted to an hour ago so he just nodded and reluctantly let go of Kane. "Just for a bit," he said quietly and he wouldn't be surprised if Mila texted or called to check in on him when she felt like she'd had enough alone time with her man. He kind of hoped they'd just pass out happy and not worry about him, they shouldn't be thinking of him at all tonight, but he also knew his family had valid reasons to be concerned. He pushed Kane away gently and moved to turn off the water before pulling him in for a kiss. "Let's go."
Drying off was never more annoying than in moments like these, and Kane rubbed himself down with a towel as quickly as he could. He didn’t know yet what they were going to do in bed, what exactly it was that Adrian didn’t want to stop, but he was more than game to find out. He would keep Adrian there all night if he got his way -- Kane felt positively gluttonous for all of this. The sex, the company, the tenuous intimate connection they’d started to build. They could just lie there and stare at each other and he would still want it. He led the way back to the bedroom once they were ready, then crawled onto the mattress and stretched out on his side. Kane waited for Adrian to join him so he could pull the covers up to stay as cozy as possible.
Adrian didn't rush quite so much drying off and on the way back to bed he checked his phone just to make sure he hadn't missed a call. He hadn't and there were no messages much to his relief so he set the phone down closer to the mattress before crawling up there next to Kane. When the covers were on, he kind of wished he could just sleep there even if he had no idea if it'd make the nightmares worse or better to be sleeping next to the man who'd killed him. He sidled closer to Kane, pressing one knee between his thighs and stroking his hip as he stole another kiss. He wasn't exactly horny anymore but that didn't stop him from being hungry for Kane, eager to touch and taste him for as long as Kane would let him.
Kane embraced him as he got close, resting his thigh on top of Adrian’s and wrapping his free arm around him. It felt a little odd to still feel needy like this, especially after coming twice in such a short time, but it wasn’t really a hunger for sex anymore for Kane either. He just wanted that closeness, to feel Adrian’s skin against his own and to keep indulging in that sinful mouth of his. Kane ran his fingertips along the line of Adrian’s jaw, back to ghost over the curve of his ear and up until he found that big scar again. As they kissed, Kane traced it gently, like he was memorizing the length and texture of it. He wanted him to stay the night, in the most irrational, stupid way. Kane couldn’t even remember the last time he’d slept a whole night with someone in bed with him.
Adrian could lose himself in the way Kane touched him, it was almost reverent and he'd never liked his scars more than when Kane paid attention to them. He didn't know if Kane felt the same about the scars as he did, there was no knowing such a thing, but the fact Adrian felt drawn to Kane's scars like he did made it so much easier to accept his own, especially when Kane kept all but worshiping them like this. He wanted to stop time and let himself drift off like this and it went against everything he had told himself this would be. Kane seemed sleepy and it was so tempting to just curl in against him and sink into the warmth of his body while letting the real world fade into obscurity. The only thing keeping Adrian from doing so was the thought of Mila getting afraid. "Did it hurt? When I kept stroking you?" he whispered, genuinely curious because Kane hadn't really shown any signs of it.
Kane didn’t think much of his own scars, most of the time. He’d never been a pretty man, so he didn’t really think they ruined anything, and he’d earned every single one. Now that he knew more about where Adrian’s had come from, Kane wanted to know all of them, kiss and nuzzle them all, like he could heal something. He deserved it -- Adrian had so much forced on him, whereas Kane went out looking for possible trouble. He gave a soft huff at the question, cracking his eyes open to peer at Adrian. “Uncomfortable, didn’t hurt,” he murmured. “Might have, if you kept going ... which would’ve been okay.” Kane’s stomach fluttered just a bit, and his voice got even softer. “Did you want it to hurt?”
Adrian sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, reluctant to admit it but only for a second. There was something in the way Kane asked that made it easier to say yes. "A bit," he said. "I don't know what I wanted." That was the truth of it, his longings were all messed up and contradictory, just like this whole thing with Kane was. It was like he was finding himself swinging wildly between wanting to fix Kane and break him. "I would've stopped if you asked," he added, his hand once again finding its way to the small of Kane's back. "But you didn't." It would have been okay, Kane said. That was good to know. Not that Adrian planned on hurting him but if he got that urge to hurt him a little bit, it was good to know.
The phrase I don’t know what I wanted really summed up this whole clusterfuck, didn’t it? That was how Kane felt every time Adrian was around, a jumble of confused and fucked up wants. “I didn’t want to, it felt good too.” Kane slid his fingers through Adrian’s hair and brushed their lips together again. Fuck, his mouth was so goddamn soft. “I like to be hurt sometimes,” he murmured. That desire was why his back was all scratched up, but Kane didn’t want to draw attention back to that. He peeked at Adrian through his lashes again and added a soft, “I fantasize about you hurting me ... sometimes.” He knew this was a dangerous thing to court -- he’d killed Adrian, there had to still be anger there somewhere. Inviting him to inflict damage ... but it was such a turn on, and Kane wanted to trust it wouldn’t go too far. That risk was part of the excitement though, he couldn’t deny that.
Adrian didn't know what to do with that. Maybe Kane liked pain, or maybe he was looking to be punished for what he'd done. Adrian could relate to that and he couldn't deny that part of himself that wanted the same thing. The less he said about his own fantasies of Kane hurting him back, the better. Kane had already hurt him, he didn't need more of that in his life and so far he was just the right amount of rough with him. "Is this about punishment?" he whispered. "Or pleasure." He supposed he could give both so it didn't really matter which one Kane wanted, he was just curious about Kane's state of mind. There was so much he still didn't know about him and he didn't even know if the things Kane had told him were all true. He could be playing him for a fool and Adrian was falling for it but he found it hard to care as long as he was getting more of this.
“Can’t it be both?” Kane breathed back. It felt like both, in a mixture that varied wildly depending on his mood. The things he wanted Adrian to do to him -- the things he wanted them to do to each other -- ran the gauntlet between intimate and tender like what they were doing now, straight on to violent and bloody. He carried shame about that darker end of the spectrum, but that didn’t stop the thoughts from coming when he was really deep into Adrian fantasies. He just didn’t want to share any details quite yet, all of this still felt on shaky ground. Maybe it always would, for however long it lasted. Kane gazed at him as he traced the curve of Adrian’s ear with his fingers again. “You got me all fucked up, asshole,” he murmured, more awe than bite in the words.
Adrian kissed him because it felt more right than saying something stupid like 'ditto' or bringing up how they'd killed each other so they were both pretty fucked up. He suddenly felt too overwhelmed to try to articulate what he was feeling so speaking with his body felt right. He liked that he had Kane fucked up, he loved the way Kane seemed so obsessed with him and while he knew it was all too fucked up to be anything like falling in love he was painfully aware that it really felt like it. The kiss was deep, intimate and a little needy, and he pressed in closer to Kane until he felt his balls and soft cock press against his thigh. He'd only ever been in love once and it had been one-sided. It hadn't felt anything like this but then he hadn't been the same person he was today. He had a feeling everything he might ever feel again would be tainted with guilt, grief and shame, at least this felt good as well.
Kane was more than good with kissing instead of talking, and he returned it with feeling. He tightened his arm around Adrian as he pushed in closer. Even with that lithe, strong body pressed flush against him and their mouths sealed together, it didn’t feel close enough. Kane had been so young and dumb when he’d fallen in love, but he’d been fucked up back then too, just not as much, and this sense of being utterly fixated on just one person was very familiar. He and Adrian connected in a completely different way than he and AJ had all those years ago, but it still felt like a real connection. A traumatic, electric, confusing, and overly honest one. Kane didn’t know what it could actually be as time went on, but so far he couldn’t stop wanting it. He kissed Adrian deeply for a while, lost in the feel and taste and smell of him, then finally pulled back with a sigh. “I know you can’t, but I want you to stay,” he whispered, eyes still closed. The bourbon and multiple orgasms were catching up to him and drowsiness was starting to set in. Kane just wanted to cling to Adrian while he slept for a solid twelve hours, but he knew that wasn’t possible.
Adrian's silence said more than words. He wanted to stay too and the mad idea crossed his mind that if he ever had to go back to Portland, maybe he could take Kane with him. "I can't," he whispered after a moment, wishing he had a place of his own, wishing his family wasn't constantly worried, wishing, wishing... "I can stay a little longer though. But looks like you're falling asleep already." Kane might look back on this when he was sober and feel stupid and reckless but right now he looked about ready to drift off and leave his fate to Adrian. Of course Adrian would make sure the door was locked behind him and he wouldn't steal anything or hurt Kane now, but it was still a lot of trust between two guys with their history - or any two guys who didn't fully know each other, really. Adrian almost made a quip about how Kane was a terrible hunter, but he didn't feel like bantering or being mean, he just wanted to lie there a little longer, wanting and feeling wanted. It might all wear off within hours or days so he had to take what he could while he could.
Dark lashes fluttering, Kane forced his eyes open, though he only made it about halfway. He wanted to wake up to that beautiful face in front of him, wanted to kiss Adrian’s morning-breath lips and make him coffee. Kane felt like that was a pipe dream though, something he would never get to have. Even without all of the complicated violence between them, Adrian was still in the closet to his family ... but that was kind of an excuse, wasn’t it? Kane couldn’t have some normal relationship, he was a human disaster. This was all going to blow up in a bad way, he had a feeling, but gods, the ride there already seemed worth it. “I’m so fucking tired,” he breathed softly, meaning much more than just his current sleepiness. Kane knew Adrian couldn’t fix anything for him, but it was a small relief to even admit it out loud to someone. He didn’t know if it was trust or a deep resignation that made him want so badly to fall asleep in Adrian’s arms, maybe some mixture of both. If Adrian killed him in his sleep, did he even care much? Not at the moment. “Stay for a bit? Lock up when you leave?” Kane honestly didn’t know if he could actually walk him out and say goodbye -- he could force his body to do it, but the willpower to let Adrian go just wasn’t there.
"I can do that," Adrian murmured and it wasn't a chore, he didn't want to leave either so staying there for a while, even after Kane fell asleep, sounded good. He moved to stroke Kane's face, running a finger over the curve of his upper lip. "Thanks for shaving for me," he whispered with a faintly amused smile. He liked Kane's face better without the scruff and it had been sexy as hell watching him shave. And he had kind of done it for Adrian. He watched Kane's eyes close again and leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his lips. He could tell his tiredness was more than just for sleep, it radiated off him, a bone deep exhaustion that Adrian wanted to wipe away. He realized yet again just how twisted it was that he actually gave a shit. It was one thing to want to fuck this guy silly, but caring felt like a dumb thing to do and he told himself that he couldn't help it, it was just his nature to care about people no matter how fucked up or stupid they were. "I'll lock the door behind me and I'll see you soon." He smirked again, brushing their noses together. "You do still owe me a favor."
All of the soft touches and kisses were making Kane’s chest ache in such a bittersweet way. He wanted Adrian to never stop. While he’d been finding solace in sex for a very long time, Kane had thought that he’d purged himself of the desire for this kind of intimacy, convinced he would never find even a taste of it again, living the life he did. Maybe Adrian meant that ‘see you soon,’ maybe he would come to his senses later, Kane couldn’t be sure yet. If this was the last taste he got ... well, he would have plenty of time to mourn it, but he was grateful for it in the moment. “Mm, I shaved, that’s your favor,” Kane murmured with a smirk of his own that said he knew better. He would owe Adrian a million favors forever if it kept him coming back. Kane kissed his lips a few more soft times, then snuggled in even closer, tucking his face into Adrian’s neck. He wanted to be solidly asleep before the other man untangled himself and put on clothes again and left, and he didn’t feel too far off. “‘Night, Adrian,” he mumbled fuzzily.
"Night, Kane," Adrian replied and he felt stupidly soft at the moment, like he could just melt into Kane and sleep like this for hours. That was a bad idea, if he got back too late it'd be obvious he was staying at someone's place. Stupid small town had nothing but bars and cafes that closed early, save for Cherries and that wasn't a place he wanted to use for an alibi. Even knowing the risk of drifting off, he couldn't keep himself from staying put, savoring every second that he could lie there and breathe Kane in, his brain flirting with the edges of unconsciousness. He almost drifted off a few times and the last time he realized that if it happened again, he'd be out for the night. He cautiously moved, slowly pulling his arms away from Kane's body, oh so gently nudging the man until he wasn't fully curled in against him anymore. For some god forsaken reason he paused then, stared at him in the dim lights and found himself whispering, "I'll be back." It felt wrong to leave him there knowing what little he knew of him now, all that hurt and guilt probably didn't go well with solitude and Adrian was familiar with that. He almost left something behind 'accidentally' but he wasn't carrying a whole lot with him and nothing he could spare - besides, it was juvenile, but that was the least of his reasons not to do it. He was almost surprised that Kane didn't stir through all of this or when he slipped off the mattress and started getting dressed. He really didn't strike Adrian as a heavy sleeper, but then again, Adrian had kind of worn him out. He lingered in the doorway for a few moments, then headed outside, relieved to see the hour wasn't too late and Mila hadn't left any worried messages on his phone.