Adrian Moretti (theneedtofeed) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-05-12 02:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian & Kane
Where: Kane's apartment, Castle View
When: Friday morning, 6/29
Warning: NSFW
Status Complete, part 2
Adrian happily helped with the move and then wound his arms and legs around Kane, watching him intently in a slack-jawed daze of pleasure. It was hard to believe he'd been stronger than Kane the night before, it was so damn hot how easily Kane moved him around and feeling those muscles working in his back and arms was bliss. When Kane started really fucking him, his eyes rolled back and his moans got louder, his fingers digging into Kane's skin, gripping tight. At least this time he didn't have to hold back and watch himself, he wasn't going to accidentally rip into Kane on account of how strong he was and it was faintly bizarre that his body could change so much in just a matter of hours. He opened his eyes again after a moment, his gaze a little unfocused as he took in the way Kane looked on top of him. Yeah he was fallen, that was for fucking sure and he didn't even know why he felt like he needed to fight it. He wanted this all the time, wanted more of Kane, wanted to fuck him in every way possible, drown himself in him.
Watching Adrian’s face was better than porn, and Kane couldn’t look away as he worked his hips in a smooth rocking motion. He could get so deep in this position and it was fucking fantastic and didn’t feel like enough and goddamn perfect all at once. The way Adrian clung to him made him feel solid and powerful, a different dynamic than they’d had the night before, but Kane enjoyed just as much. He’d never had such crazy power dynamics with anyone else in his life, it had been a wild ride already and he felt like it was just beginning. He hoped as much, anyway. With a breathless groan, Kane leaned in closer, bracing his forearms against Adrian’s chest, hands gripping his shoulders. He gave a few long, slow strokes with his cock as he crushed their mouths together again for a moment. It felt so good to hold him down, to feel another living body under his, muscles straining and lungs working hard. The moment felt so immediate and alive. Kane’s hips gradually sped up again, and he pressed their foreheads together to stay close.
Adrian could feel his body working up towards a climax and he was doing all he could to hold back on it because he didn't want this to be over but it was Kane who was setting the pace now and he felt relentless in his thrusts, pushing Adrian closer and closer to that edge with nothing to grasp for to stop it. His moans were more like whimpers now, desperate and overwhelmed, his body already trembling underneath Kane's. His cock bumped up against Kane's stomach and each time it sent a fresh wave of intense pleasure through him but what had him reeling on was that constant rub against his sweet spot and it wouldn't be the first time he came from that alone. He had the stray thought that if he had to die again, he wanted to die like this, suffocated or put down in the middle of an intense fuck. It was a weird morbid thing to think about but then so much of what he was feeling was related to death and it all blurred together in his mind; life, death, ecstacy and horror - it all boiled down to a body that really was so primal and fragile in its nature, reduced to just nerve endings and sensory inputs in moments like these.
Holding Adrian down against the mattress fanned the possessive flames inside of Kane, an intense feeling of mine ballooning in his chest. Those needy whines and tremors made it hard to hold his own pleasure in check, but he was determined to make Adrian lose his mind with pleasure before he got too close. By the sound of it, he was well on his way. Kane basked in it, slowing his pace for a few moments to catch his breath and press needy kisses against Adrian’s beautiful mouth. He cycled through a faster rhythm and then slower a few times before Kane felt like his balls were almost ready to burst. He wished they could do this all goddamn day and into the next night and so on until they collapsed, but the body was impatient. “I wanna feel you come on my cock,” he murmured roughly to Adrian. He braced one hand on the bed to push his upper body up and spit into the other palm, reaching between them for Adrian’s shaft. It had been neglected for too long now. “You ready to come baby?”
The answer was no and yes and everything in between and outside those two words because Adrian wasn't ready to stop but he couldn't hold back either, especially not when Kane's hand wrapped around his cock, making him feel like his brain had just short-circuited. He didn't have a verbal reply to the question, just an audible one as Kane dragged another guttural moan out of him. He didn't remember ever being this noisy during sex before Kane and he'd never felt this much loss of control before. Granted, his experience was limited but he found it hard to believe he'd find anyone who had this effect on him again. It only took a few strokes before he cried out, clutching Kane's shoulders as he writhed underneath him, that onslaught of sensation just too much to keep fighting it. Some part of him wanted to hit Kane and tell him to fucking stop or slow down because he didn't want to stop yet, didn't want to think again and get out of bed and get dressed and all that bullshit. He wanted to stay in this moment, writhing and panting, mindless as Kane pounded into him and crushed him into the mattress.
The way Adrian bucked and squirmed under him pushed Kane even closer to his edge, and his toes curled against the mattress, his jaw set. As Adrian’s cock jerked and sputtered in Kane’s hand, he gave a deep groan of his own, stroking it firmly and watching the result streak white against Adrian’s skin. Fuck, it was hot, it was beyond hot, it had completely melted his brain and he felt like he never wanted to do anything else with his life but this. Kane let out a few grunted curses mingled with Adrian’s name as his body took over and pumped his hips quicker and harder, racing toward the finish line now. He didn’t feel ready either, but he was helpless to stop it, and within seconds he was falling right behind Adrian. Kane pushed into him hard, letting out a low cry as his cock pulsed and ecstasy crashed over him. He soaked in the bliss as long as he could, giving a few more shaky thrusts through the aftershocks, then finally stopped moving and unclenched. Kane slumped to his elbows and let his head fall to rest against Adrian’s shoulder while he caught his breath.
Adrian felt almost sad when he stopped, like this was the last time and now it was over. He clung to Kane still, curling his fingers against the nape of his neck and lightly rubbing at the short hair there. He was sore now but he wanted that to last as well, a reminder, in case they never did this again. He wasn't even sure why he was so pessimistic about it, maybe because this whole thing was a terrible idea and probably not sustainable, but it was still the best thing that had happened to him in years. It had been close to overwhelming to keep getting fucked like that after he came but he ate it up and loved every second of it and he couldn't help but roll his hips a bit just to get a little more friction before Kane pulled out. Even sated, his body couldn't get enough of him and he sighed contently even as he was catching his breath, pressing light kisses against the side of Kane's head.
He wanted to stay connected as long as possible, so Kane pushed lazily back against the pressure, keeping his softening cock embedded in Adrian for the moment. Kane wished he could just take a breather and then get hard again so they could pick it right back up, but he knew bodies didn’t quite work that way. The soft kisses and the gentle rubbing at his hair seemed to amplify the emotion that was already humming in his chest. It was bittersweet and hard to name -- every emotion tied to Adrian was complicated, it seemed -- and it made him feel needy and clingy. Keeping his face tucked in against Adrian’s neck, Kane slid his hands under Adrian’s shoulders to hold him even more tightly. He hadn’t felt so close to someone, so open and vulnerable, since AJ had died. It felt so good and so bad at the same time, because none of this was simple.
Adrian didn't really know what to make of it all, he could feel so much coming from Kane and yet some part of him was constantly scared that it was just his imagination and that he was going to make a fool of himself if he let this go too far. At the same time he didn't really know what too far looked like, he was already so far gone and every step of the way had been a crazy risk. He remembered how sure he'd been the night before that he absolutely possessed this man and he wished he had that certainty back, even if he would probably be insufferable if he was always that cocky. Feeling Kane gradually go soft inside of him was a new experience but he found that he liked it, there was something so vulnerable about it, maybe even more intimate than the sex was, or on a different level at least. He stayed like this as long as his body would let him, until his thighs had been protesting for a while and even then he felt reluctant to move. He squirmed again, pressed another kiss to Kane's head and nudged him gently. "I need to stretch out," he murmured, the regret audible in his voice.
It was surely crazy to get so attached to this man, considering their circumstances, but Kane couldn’t seem to help himself. Maybe he was crazy and an idiot like Bailey thought, but there wasn’t much he could do about it, was there? He was in his forties now, for fuck’s sake -- he was who he was. And who he was responded so strongly to who Adrian was, Kane couldn’t just switch it off, even in the interest of self preservation. He’d never been great at that shit anyway. Kane could hear that Adrian didn’t want to separate either, and that helped a little as he slowly started to move. He paused long enough to kiss him again, but briefly, since he knew how hard this position could be on one’s hips and thighs. Kane stretched out beside him on his back, his clean hand coming up to rub over his face. It felt like he should have a million things to say, all of them important, but he couldn’t quite grasp the right words.
It felt good to stretch his legs out but just seconds later Adrian rolled onto his side to face Kane, idly tracing his fingers over his chest. "I don't wanna hear you talk about how ugly you are anymore," he mumbled. "You're the hottest guy I've ever met." He'd thought about that often but it never felt right to tell Kane that or correct him when he said something about his 'ugly mug'. Why it felt right at this moment he didn't know, maybe because he felt close to him, so wanted that it drowned out even his own anxiety. He could understand why Kane talked shit about himself, Adrian had his own scars and trauma weighing him down and making him feel like less than, but none of those things mattered with Kane and he wanted him to feel the same way.
Kane chuckled faintly with his eyes closed, getting some pleasant little tingles from Adrian’s fingers on his skin. He loved being touched, he always had, and soft touches from Adrian felt even better than most. They were like tiny kernels of forgiveness. Gods knew Kane needed as much of that as he could get. “Hot and handsome are different things,” he murmured with a tiny grin. “But m’glad you think so.” It was sweet of Adrian to say. Kane didn’t often feel self-conscious about his looks anymore, his face was what it was, but who didn’t like hearing that the person they had feelings for found them attractive? Adrian’s taste in men was his own business, Kane wasn’t going to try to talk him out of it. He turned his head and opened his eyes to look at him, one hand skimming slowly up his arm before he brushed the backs of his fingers against the scar on Adrian’s temple. “You just get more beautiful every time I see you,” he added softly.
"Flatterer," Adrian murmured but he was eating it up, especially with the way Kane was touching him. He tilted his head into the touch, studying Kane's face as he thought about how much he didn't want to leave. He hadn't checked the time in a while but he thought he had at least a couple of hours before he really had to go. He hoped, anyway. "You know this is really fucked up," he said quietly. "You and me." Maybe he shouldn't say it out loud, it wasn't like he really wanted to investigate it, but it felt like there was so much unspoken between them that he didn't know how to address, might as well say something. "I hurt you last night, didn't I?" Should he apologize? He wasn't sorry and he didn't think Kane regretted any of it either but it was hard to read people and maybe he was projecting.
He kept lightly petting Adrian with his knuckles and nodded slowly at the first part. There was no sense in denying that it was fucked up, they both seemed very aware of that fact. Kane just couldn’t care enough about that to want to put a stop to it. Any relationship he had at all was going to be fucked up in some way, there was no way around it, unless he changed everything about his lifestyle and lied extensively about his past. Kane felt too tired and old for that shit. Adrian knew who and what he was, and he kept coming back. It was so fucking refreshing. “I didn’t mind,” he murmured, his eyes crinkling just a bit. “Just another way it’s all fucked up, probably, but ...” Kane gave a lazy little shrug as he studied Adrian’s eyes, his voice even quieter when he spoke again. “Too fucked up for you?”
Adrian smiled faintly, the answer not surprising him at all. "Probably would have been, once upon a time," he replied and it made him feel old, like the last six years had been thirty years and sometimes they really did feel like it. "Not now, though. It's been kinda exactly what I needed." Every step of the way had felt like what he'd needed at the time, from the frantic and desperate first kiss to the hard fucking - to hurting Kane. It was strange to think about how scared he'd been of him and he almost told Kane that but he probably already knew. The fear had been reciprocated and in that balance it had gone away. It was hard to look at Kane now and see his killer when all he could see was a face he wanted to kiss. "I don't want it to end but I feel like it is," he admitted, his fingers tracing lightly over Kane's chestbone and up to his throat, skipping over the more sensitive area to stroke his jaw instead, as if he'd been the one to strangle Kane and not the other way around.
Hearing he’d given Adrian what he needed -- however unwittingly -- put a weirdly strong warmth in Kane’s chest. It wasn’t often that he felt like he did any direct good for people, especially not the ones he was closest to. Adrian seemed to be exactly what he needed too, so it felt even more special. The last thing Adrian said made his brow flex though, and some anxiety twisted in his stomach. Kane didn’t want it to end either, and he kept fearing that each time would be the last. He couldn’t tell if Adrian meant he feared the same thing, or if he felt it was inevitable. Maybe both. Fuck. “It doesn’t have to,” he murmured, turning his head enough to brush his lips over Adrian’s fingers. “Right?” Kane didn’t much like how the word came out, it sounded too needy and vulnerable, but how else could he be expected to feel? He wasn’t even sure what exactly he was asking for, a relationship? A continuation of this loose fuckbuddy arrangement? He just wanted Adrian to keep coming back.
Maybe that was why he'd asked, just to hear Kane say something like that in exactly that needy way. It made Adrian's stomach coil pleasantly and he shifted closer to Kane, turning his head to press a featherlight kiss on his wrist. "What's one more secret, right?" It was unsustainable and stupid but it didn't have to end, not yet. Not if neither of them wanted it to. He just couldn't shake that feeling of doom and no matter how much he reminded himself that he'd never been any kind of psychic it was still hard to believe it was just his trauma infested brain giving him shit to worry about. "You can help me figure out how to summon this... state of being. We can go hunting again sometime..." Now he just sounded like he was daydreaming out loud, even if they'd already done it once and had sex more than once, it seemed somehow impossible that he'd be able to keep doing just that.
What was one more dirty secret -- being one and having one, in Kane’s case. Not that he had any reason to hide Adrian anymore, now that Bailey knew. He didn’t exactly have any friends to gush to, he didn’t talk to many people in general. But Adrian needed discretion from him, so that was what he would get. No more accidental confessions to anyone. When Adrian moved in closer, Kane rolled up onto his side to drape his arm around him. “We can figure it out,” he agreed in a murmur. “Because I want to hunt with you again. And do this again. And just ... yeah, this isn’t over yet. I gotta get you your money anyway, you can’t disappear on me yet.” He gave a wan smile. Kane liked to think that Adrian wouldn’t do it that way, just ghost him, that they’d talk about it first, but who the hell really knew. So much of this felt like both of them were just winging it, following their instincts, and what if Adrian’s instinct took another turn?
Adrian wanted to say he wasn't in the habit of disappearing, but that wasn't really true. It had never been within his control but he'd disappeared too often now to even dare to make such a promise. "Not planning on going anywhere," was the best he could offer. "My family's here. If I wanted to run away I wouldn't have come back in the first place." That wasn't strictly true, he'd only really come back because Mila had been in danger, but now that everyone knew he was alive, he wasn't going anywhere - not willingly, at least. "And you? Are you gonna disappear?" he asked because he knew damn well why Kane was in town and when his mother passed away he might just vanish without a trace. Adrian wasn't desperate enough to go ask his sister for help reaching him if that happened, or was he? Fuck, he hoped not.
That one was a bit harder for Kane to answer. He’d intended to leave as soon as his mother died, and he’d only expected it to take a few weeks at most when he’d arrived back in Point Pleasant. But it had been months and the place was like a goddamn tar pit, Kane wasn’t sure he could free himself now. He was currently staring at one of the big reasons for that -- how could he turn his back on this? At the same time, how long did he want to stay a dirty secret? But on yet another hand, he’d promised Bailey that he wouldn’t just immediately skip town when it was all said and done. “I’ll never just leave without saying anything,” Kane said finally, which was the best he could offer. “Unless you tell me to fuck off for good. I promised Bailey I’d stay a while. And the hunting’s good here. So as long as I still got reasons ...”
Adrian wasn't sure he believed that. Outside of whatever this was between them, Kane seemed very much like the type of guy to disappear, whether it was on purpose or not. If his interest fizzled, Adrian didn't think he could expect any kind of a special treatment. And yet it felt good to hear it because right in this moment he believed Kane meant it. "I'd say you got a few reasons," he whispered with a faint smile and he couldn't ignore the way he still felt like he was drawn to Kane, physically like a magnet, like he couldn't get close enough and still wanted to press in deeper against him. "Stay a while at least." He didn't think it'd be any easier to let this go down the line but at least that gave him a month or two to enjoy this, he hoped.
Everything about this made Kane stupidly emotional, but Adrian’s quiet request hit him in the chest almost like a punch and he closed his eyes for a moment as he shifted his body in closer. Besides Bailey, had anyone ever asked him to stay anywhere? Not that Kane could think of. Definitely not like this. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and cracked his eyes open to peek at Adrian again. “I, uh ... I’ve only ever really ... been with one person,” he whispered. “And that was over twenty years ago. I’m gonna be bad at it. Fair warning.” He’d had a few girlfriends in high school, but nothing serious, so those hardly counted. Kane didn’t want to use the word ‘boyfriend’ yet -- if he and Adrian continued on as they had been, it wouldn’t be any normal relationship, but the one he’d had with AJ hadn’t been either. He didn’t really know how to do any of this. “If that’s even ... y’know, what you want,” he added in a mumble, realizing Adrian might just want more strings-free hot sex. Though was any of this really strings-free? It felt pretty fucking tangled.
"I don't know what I want," Adrian said and he wasn't going to give Kane some empty lines about how he was probably not as bad at it as he thought because he really had no clue what good even looked like. "We don't have to- it doesn't have to be anything complicated," he added and realized almost as soon as he'd said it that things already were. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either." Kane's words meant he wanted more, didn't they? It both thrilled him and terrified him because he'd never really hoped for anything - or planned for it - at best he'd figured he'd find a girl he could get it up with and stay in the closet forever. Then again he hadn't planned on anything that had happened in the last few years so he figured he was done with trying to figure out how things were gonna go. "Who was it?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. "Your ex..."
He should have expected that question, but he hadn’t, and Kane’s expression turned pained for a second. Did they really need to dive into their pasts in detail? Nevermind that he’d brought it up. Memories of AJ seemed completely inescapable lately. He didn’t want anyone’s pity or condolences, and part of him worried that talking about it would make Adrian think he was too damaged. But fuck, maybe he was. And didn’t he owe it to Adrian to be upfront about that, so he could make an informed decision? He already knew every other shitty thing about him. “A guy in my unit in the Corps,” he murmured. “He died in combat.” There was so much more to say about AJ, but two factual statements were the best that Kane could manage at the moment. He worked hard to avoid opening that dark emotional closet, there was no help for anything in there -- grief never really left, you just got used to the weight. “So bein’ fucking clueless is another thing we got in common, I guess.”
Adrian thought of Simon and how he'd watched him die. Simon was straight, they were just friends, but that didn't mean Adrian hadn't been in love with him and trying to squash it. It had been painful enough, he couldn't imagine how much worse it could have been if they'd actually been lovers - boyfriends - something more. He didn't think Kane would really appreciate sympathy but then again Kane kept surprising him. He just knew he couldn't really stomach receiving pity for the loss of his own friends so he wasn't going to overdo it at least. "At least neither of us has high expectations?" he suggested with a wan smile. "I've only been with one guy before you," he added and it wasn't something he'd meant to tell Kane but this felt like a vulnerable moment. "It was just sex, didn't last long. But I've lost someone I loved, I don't know what it was like for you but- yeah. We've got plenty in common."
It wasn’t surprising to hear Adrian had lost someone too, that made sense to Kane somehow. He’d already known about the friends who’d been killed when Adrian had been hurt, but who knew what other tragedies lurked in his background? It was surprising to hear that Kane was only his second lover. Not many people were as slutty as he was, he hadn’t expected Adrian to have that high of a body count, but definitely more than two. Rather than dwell on their losses, he smirked a little. “Then we’re both naturally fantastic lays too,” he murmured. Kane stared at him for a beat, then dipped in closer to kiss the bridge of his nose. “Low expectations, we’ll figure it out together and try not to make it more complicated than it is,” he summarized as he pulled back again. “Sounds easy.”
Adrian huffed a little laugh at that because it didn't sound easy at all, nothing that was coming did. He wondered if Kane would keep fucking the mystery woman in his life and if he even wanted to ask him to be monogamous with him. That sounded like a lot of commitment for something that he barely knew how to define and maybe he didn't want to get any promises that could be broken. No strings, no expectations, no complications. They were gonna get hurt, Adrian knew that already, but maybe they could mitigate the damage. "You should come with me to Portland sometime," he murmured. "Then I don't have to rush out the door all the time." He didn't even know how they'd go about that, get a hotel room maybe, he could tell everyone he had to go back for paperwork. It would just be nice to have a day or two where they didn't have to sneak around as much.
Kane was also well aware that this was going to hurt when it ended -- and it would end, he was sure. There were no ride-into-the-sunset happy endings, life just kept going even after the credits would’ve rolled. Adrian wasn’t even out of the closet, it wasn’t like they could date like normal people -- and that was just the tip of the iceberg of their abnormalities. Kane would stay his dirty secret until one of them was ready to move on, and it would suck ... but at this point he felt like it would suck more to try and end it now. He already felt like he was in deep, and it seemed like Adrian did too. It wasn’t over yet, and he needed to let it play out, for his own sanity. This crazy thing might actually be his last shot at love. “Just say when,” he murmured back, more than game for a little road trip and full privacy. “You gotta rush out soon, then?”
"Not yet," Adrian replied with a little smile and sealed that happy announcement with a kiss, letting his lips linger against Kane's for a few good seconds. "Good thing we woke up kinda early," he murmured, liking the way it felt to move his lips against Kane's and feel their breath mingle. He was a little tired still but he could nap when he got back home, everyone else buzzing around being busy didn't interrupt him, if anything it was kind of nice to hear all that life in the house and know everyone was safe without having to actively check for it. Maybe living alone would suck in that regard and he had no idea how realistic it was to hope he could get Kane to sleep over. He was sure he was more than willing, but the fear of his family stopping by or his neighbors being nosy church goers gave him pause.
“Damn good thing,” Kane drawled, low. He smiled against Adrian’s lips, then nipped at the bottom one as he rolled into him in a gentle tackle, a playful growl in his throat. They were both still sticky and needed a shower, but Kane didn’t give a shit as he climbed on top of Adrian again, tangling their thighs together. It was kind of hard to believe any of this was really happening and not Kane misreading everything about the situation somehow, but it sure fucking felt good at the moment. If he was just delusional, he could deal with that later. Right then he wanted to feel Adrian’s solid body underneath his, and pepper his jaw and neck with nibbly kisses, so that was what Kane did.
Adrian let out a surprised laugh, not really fighting the change though it made him want to struggle a little just to work his muscles and feel Kane's body do the same. He gripped him tightly instead, squeezing his biceps and craning his neck a little under the onslaught of nibbles. It all felt stupidly good and he was grinning as he squirmed underneath Kane's body, then reached up to grip his hair tightly, pulling his head back. "Who said you could do that?" he teased, but the grin was a tell tale sign that no permission had been needed. "Get me all worked up again," he added in a drawl and made a little 'tsk' sound of feigned disapproval. He might not be up for another bout of fucking but there were more ways to be aroused and he was feeling one of them along with a most welcome spark of joy.
That sharp tug in his hair sent a jolt of pleasant feelings down Kane’s spine, and a blissful smile crossed his face. Adrian might not be as strong as he was when his wendigo was switched on, but he was no weakling on a normal day and it was hot to be manhandled a little. “And I ain’t even sorry,” Kane murmured, rocking his hips into Adrian’s. His cock wasn’t on board yet, but the pressure still felt nice. “What are you gonna do about it?” He pulled a bit against Adrian’s grip, grinning faintly as moved one hand to push good-naturedly against the side of his face. He was suddenly full of the urge to wrestle with him, to play around and push their strengths together, rough-house a bit. Maybe with some making out thrown in there somewhere too.
Adrian considered saying something about remembering this when his monster came out to play, but it felt too much like threatening someone with his dad as a kid so he let that slide. "I don't know, I feel like hurting you wouldn't be much of a punishment," he said and tugged pointedly on Kane's hair again. He shouldn't feel so good about this and he realized that, Kane's weight on top of him should be sending him into a traumatic tailspin but it wasn't and while he was glad for it, he also couldn't help but wonder just how fucked up he'd become. It didn't bother him at least and he hooked his leg around Kane's and pressed down as he raked his fingers down to his shoulders and moved to grip his arms.
He snickered a bit, getting another happy rush from the pull. “Yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time,” he murmured. Had he always been this much of a masochist? Kane’s tastes tended to lean toward the rough side, both giving and receiving, but with Adrian the pain just hit different. So many things did, it seemed like. All of those firm touches and squeezes felt incredibly good, and Kane started to return them, passing one hand over Adrian’s chest while the other slipped behind his head to grip the back of his neck. With his head free again, Kane ducked in to kiss him, almost in a challenging way.
Adrian wished he could summon that crazy strength from the night before at will because there were things he wanted to do now to get the upper hand but he had a feeling that to get the upper hand in his current state he'd actually have to hurt Kane and not in a fun way. That didn't keep him from trying, pushing up against him and grabbing his hand from his chest to try to get it behind his back. Through all of it he kissed him back like that too was a fight and aside from the kissing and nudity it kind of reminded him of being a kid, wrestling with a friend. He hadn't even realized how much he missed that until now, grinning faintly into the kiss as he tried to push up hard enough to roll them over.
Kane wrestled back enough to make it fun, absolutely loving the tight grips and push of muscle against muscle. He wasn’t really trying too hard to stay on top, so he let Adrian roll them after putting up a bit of resistance, his teeth catching that full bottom lip again, almost like the bite was the price he paid. Laughter that was embarrassingly close to giggles bubbled up in his throat as they grappled a bit more. It was kind of like being a kid again, with a lowkey sexy vibe to it that just made it enjoyable on multiple levels. It made his heart pick up some speed to be on the bottom, not quite bested but at the disadvantage, though nothing about it was truly scary. It was just exciting and fun and Kane hadn’t felt like this in years.
Adrian enjoyed the victory - however little earned- and took full advantage, pinning Kane's hands above his head and kissing him again. He was fully aware that Kane was letting him win but he didn't care, it was just fun and games and maybe if he actually started working out again he'd get stronger without the curse's help. He had some advantage now that he was actually on top, his body heavier than it should be and that could come in handy if and when Kane started struggling again. "Are you ticklish?" he murmured after a moment, a wicked grin curling his lips as he transferred his grip Kane's wrists to one hand and lightly brushed his fingers down his arm, aiming for the inside where it was more likely to get a reaction out of him. He hoped he was, but he doubted it. If he wasn't, he could just pinch instead, bite and nibble and hurt him a little until he found the ways Kane liked the most.
He could’ve forced his hands free if he’d really wanted to, especially when Adrian switched to one hand, but Kane was content to be pinned and held. It made his stomach feel all clenchy. The featherlight touch along the sensitive skin of the inside of his arm made him twitch and he tittered. “I’m not, fuck you,” Kane muttered through his grin. He wasn’t incredibly ticklish under normal circumstances and when he saw it coming, but Adrian made his whole body feel more sensitive and responsive to everything. He squirmed a bit just to feel Adrian hold him down, more than happy to be tickled or bitten or whatever Adrian wanted to do to him.
"Fuck you too," Adrian tittered and it felt oh so good when Kane moved like that underneath him, he just couldn't get over how strong he was. "Then it won't matter if I do this," he added and traced his fingers lower, down over Kane's chest until he reached his ribs. "Since you're not ticklish." He grinned at Kane, their faces so close together as his fingers did a little walk along Kane's scarred skin. Even if he got nothing out of it, he enjoyed touching Kane and he'd never really touched him like this, just playful instead of heated and desperate. He had never touched anyone like this if he was honest, not in this sweet mix of play and intimacy, and he always knew he would love it if he got the chance and he'd been right.
It had been ages and ages since Kane had really been in a moment like this himself. He’d messed around on occasion with one night stands, a little drunk wrestling here and there -- he certainly hadn’t let anybody tickle him -- but none of it had ever felt like this. He hadn’t felt like this since AJ and their stolen moments together. Kane couldn’t even be sad about that, it all felt too good. He bared his teeth and scrunched his face up, holding back on laughing for as long as he could, goosebumps spreading in the wake of Adrian’s fingers and his muscles tensing. It was making his dick hard again too, which was weird but felt nice, and finally Kane broke and laughed and bucked, tugging one hand free to grab for Adrian’s wrist to make him stop. “Asshole,” he accused between giggles.
Adrian had never seen him laugh like that and it did something brand new to his insides, melted away some last resistance in a way that told him he was not getting out of this one. It should have worried him but Kane's laughter was contagious and it made him feel so warm - but also impish, like he couldn't get enough of this fun little torture. "What are you gonna do about it?" he asked as he swatted Kane's hand away and tickled him again. "Not jack shit, that's what." This time it took more than a swat to keep Kane's hand away and before he knew it they were wrestling again. "That's all?" he laughed even as he grappled to keep Kane's hands away for long enough to get more tickling in.
Kane could tell Adrian had grown up as the big brother, this was the kind of thing he would’ve done to Bailey if they’d been closer in age. With more clothes on, of course, but that loving-mean glee was the same. “I’m gonna hold you down and fuck you again if you don’t quit,” Kane threatened, grinning and tittering the whole time. He swatted and grappled back, bucking his hips extra hard to try to dislodge Adrian. It felt so goddamn good to use his strength against another body in this playful way instead of a violent one. Rough didn’t have to be a bad thing, and Kane was a rough, heavy-handed person by nature.
That wasn't a scary threat at all, not with the way Adrian's cock was lazily filling out again and his insides felt like they were full of buzzing little stardust. "I'd like to see you try," he said with a playful growl and hell if he didn't want Kane to act on that 'threat'. Far more like a promise, really, he might not be as desperately needy for more sex as he had been before his earlier orgasm but Kane always had him wanting more, as much as he could get in the limited time he could get it. The way he was bucking underneath him was only fueling those flames inside Adrian and while he wasn't going to easily roll over and give up, he kind of wanted Kane to get the upper hand now.
It had been a completely idle threat of course -- Kane was never going to do anything to Adrian against his will again. At least not on purpose. But the response he got made his stomach flutter wildly, and his cock swelled further. “Think I can’t?” He hadn’t been giving this wrestling his all, very happy to just play around with Adrian, but if he was going to be a cocky bastard about it ... It was hot, but Kane couldn’t resist a challenge. He got serious about turning the tables on Adrian. The grin stayed on his face, but it turned a bit fiercer as he shifted to really throw his weight to the side and half-sat up to sweep Adrian along with him. The military had given him a lot of hand to hand combat training, and even though Kane was rusty, some things stayed in the muscle memory.
That was the stuff and that little tickle of arousal Adrian had been feeling flared up into something much bigger when he hit the mattress with Kane's bulk on top of him. Kane might not stand a chance when he was in full wendigo mode, but he felt very human now and very horny so he was at a disadvantage. "I can still tickle you," he said in breathless defiance through a cheeky grin, grappling Kane to get his hands where he wanted them as he wrapped his legs around him in a half-hearted effort to try to wrestle him off again. He hadn't been this physical with anyone since he trained in martial arts and now he was seriously wondering if he should get back into that once he had a steady income. Unless Kane wanted to wrestle with him all the time.
It gave Kane a spike of fierce joy to slam Adrian against the bed, and the way he wrapped around him was ridiculously hot all of the sudden. Kane didn’t feel quite as ticklish anymore, his body shifting into a different mode. He tussled with Adrian’s arms until he successfully caught both of his wrists, using more strength on him now as he pinned those pesky hands above Adrian’s head. Kane leaned weight against them, grinning down at that pretty face of his. “You’re mine now, fucker,” he murmured with glee before he dipped in to kiss him. It was hungrier than moments ago, Kane’s blood running hotter. They’d never even cleaned up from their first round that morning, but Kane didn’t care as he pushed his hips against Adrian’s warm body.
Adrian had never considered himself to be into any kind of rough sex but either he'd been very wrong or he'd just changed that much. He was eating this up, groaning into the heated kiss and bucking up against Kane, half just to feel his body and half to put up some show of resistance. Given their past history this shouldn't feel this good but he loved the way Kane pinned his hands down, pinned him down with his body, claimed and possessed him much like Adrian had done the night before. Whatever joking protest he had died with that kiss and he responded to it eagerly, stray thoughts of the cabin coming back to him in a completely different light. He couldn't really reconcile this with the past so he didn't even try anymore, maybe rewriting history a little in his mind was better anyway, like it had always been about just this.
Kane fucking loved the way Adrian obviously enjoyed what was happening but he still put up a bit of a fight at the same time. It was easy enough to resist, but it made Kane flex and push in a way that felt really good. He hadn’t been completely out of his mind at the cabin, something had tapped into desires that already existed and amplified them beyond all reason. It turned him on something fierce to hold Adrian down and feel him writhe underneath him. His cock was hot and hard against Kane’s belly, which was also tantalizing ... Kane suddenly couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck him or hold him down and jerk him off, to feel like he made him enjoy something. Kane shifted one knee to push himself up a bit, switching to one restraining hand instead of two so he could give Adrian’s cock a few firm strokes. “You’re mine,” he whispered again into the kiss, only half-aware he was saying it.
Adrian couldn't help the throaty moan that escaped him and those words sent a flame through his core. "Fuck you," he murmured but he was smiling and it sounded more like 'fuck yeah' given the tone. He wanted to be his, he wanted to feel this possessed and wanted all the fucking time but he also wanted Kane to belong to him, wanted to know everything about him, feel what he felt, devour him whole. He felt like he was getting all he needed at the moment at least and he arched upward as best he could to nip at Kane's jaw before letting himself fall back down on the mattress, watching him with hungry eyes.
The defiant-but-not words made Kane grin briefly, his arousal spiking higher yet again. He didn’t know why he loved it so much when Adrian talked shit to him, but he did. Especially now that he knew he hadn’t been completely wrong about what he’d thought he’d been hearing underneath it. Adrian wanted him back, as crazy as that was. “You’re so fuckin’ mouthy,” he murmured with obvious appreciation. Kane let go of Adrian’s cock and leaned over him to grab the lube bottle where it had dropped off the edge of the mattress earlier. He drizzled some more onto Adrian’s groin, then spread it around with his hand, massaging Adrian’s balls for a moment as he kissed him deeply again. Kane shifted his hips until he felt their cocks nudge together and grabbed hold of them both to stroke at the same time. Feeling the slide of a hot shaft against his own made him groan into the kiss.
The lube felt a little cool in comparison to everything else, but only for a few seconds and even then it felt good in a way that made Adrian hiss a little, grinning at Kane. His grin faded quickly as he melted into the touch, slowly bucking up into Kane's grip as he kissed him back, loving the way it felt to have their cocks rubbing together. Kane's grip on his wrists wasn't as tight as it had been earlier and with all that was going on, Adrian was sure he could easily pull out of it, but he didn't want to. That still firm grip was somehow a part of all of this, just another sensory input Kane was giving him and it made him feel weirdly good. At least he could understand it a little better how hungry Kane had looked for him, even when he'd been afraid.
“Fuck,” Kane breathed against Adrian’s mouth. It felt perfectly natural to still be pinning him down, even if he knew Adrian could break that one-handed hold anytime now. The fact that he didn’t was incredibly hot. He liked this too, Kane could feel it. He rocked his hips in time with Adrian’s, fucking into his own hand, relishing all the extra pressure from the other cock in his grip too. It wasn’t just physical pleasure, there was some other edge to it, something dominant that he liked. The back and forth power play they had going on was almost dizzying, but it came so easy at the same time. Kane stroked them a bit faster, wanting to feel Adrian tense and tremble beneath him, sure he could make them both come just like this.
It shouldn't work this well, not so soon after he already came but the wrestling had Adrian heated already and his body was responding oh so easily to everything Kane was doing. He almost called Kane out for 'sparing him' a fucking but this felt too good and he didn't want to stop or change the mood. Instead he claimed his mouth again with a throaty moan, tightening the hold he had on him with his legs to really rock up into the touch. He didn't need to get fucked to feel dominated right now, the pressure on his hands and the way Kane hovered over him was delicious in ways he couldn't articulate and he only broke the kiss because his breath was getting shallow and fast, thudding his head lightly against Kane's as he caught his breath.
Sometime in the future, Kane definitely wanted to flip Adrian over and fuck his brains out from behind ... but he felt so hooked on all of this intimate closeness, he kept choosing to be face to face in the moment. He loved to feel Adrian’s hot breath on his lips and hear every tiny sound he made up close and personal. He loved being able to kiss him, even just for a heartbeat at a time because they were both panting. He squeezed Adrian’s wrists and their cocks harder as his own pleasure ramped up and his balls throbbed with pressure. He pressed his forehead into Adrian’s, something clenching in his chest when he glanced at those dark fluttery lashes. Kane’s hips worked with more urgency, soft strained grunts escaping his throat.
Once would have been enough but Adrian felt just as lost to it all as he had the first time around, sinking into that velvety and blissful state of mind. He pushed up against Kane's hand, not hard enough to dislodge him but just enough to feel that pressure and let his muscles strain as he became helpless to hold back his moans. Kane was working him just right or maybe he was just easy to please, but every stroke seemed to bring him deeper into that pure physical state of being, his cock and balls throbbing with the need to come even if there wasn't a whole lot left to shoot. He would have thought it'd be hard to come again so soon, had kind of imagined just enjoying getting fucked without really getting there but before he knew it he was teetering on the edge, almost scared to let go because it felt like it might be almost painful to do so. It wasn't really up to him though, his body did what it wanted to do and he felt like his brain fritzed out for a second as he cried out and shuddered underneath Kane.
A wave of fierce accomplishment and possessiveness crashed over Kane when he felt Adrian start to peak -- he’d made that happen, not even an hour after Adrian’s last orgasm. Forcing pleasure on him felt much better than forcing pain, and the sensation of Adrian’s cock pulsating and twitching against his own pushed Kane right to his own edge. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, come for me, baby,” he breathed as his body kept moving, fist still working both of them, intense pleasure coiling tighter in his gut. Adrian’s cum in the mix made Kane’s hand slide even better over their cocks, and within a couple of seconds he was adding to it. Kane shivered hard and groaned, his head falling a bit to muffle the sound against the side of Adrian’s neck. He bit into the big muscle there, not enough to hurt but just to feel something between his teeth as everything tensed and throbbed. It felt so good in that almost-painful way, and the more primitive parts of his brain delighted in pumping his cum onto Adrian’s stomach, like it was just another way to claim him, mark him as Kane’s.
Adrian finally broke free of the grip Kane had on him only to grasp Kane's head and bury his fingers in his hair. He was still panting and the way Kane kept stroking them both felt kind of bad-good in an intoxicating way, that gentle bite only adding to the sensations. It felt good to just stay that way, to slowly loosen the grip he had on Kane with his legs, lower them down and relax as he cooled down again, clinging to Kane and listening to their mixed panting. It was soothing in the afterglow and he was vaguely aware that he really wanted to nap again and couldn't do that here. "I like your smile," he murmured when they'd stayed there a while. "I might just tickle you all the fucking time."
Kane found a position to rest in that didn’t crush Adrian too badly while they caught their breath and came down, but he wasn’t too eager to climb off of him. He kind of wanted to just pass out right there for another few hours, but Kane knew that wasn’t possible this time. He huffed softly and nudged his nose against Adrian’s jaw. “Try it if you don’t value your fingers,” he grumbled with a little grin, the threat obviously empty. “You’re gonna ruin my reputation.” That part felt more true -- falling stupidly in love and having silly, joyful moments like these certainly didn’t fit into the image he liked to project. Adrian had busted through his walls like they were made of cardboard, and here they were, having fucking tickle fights. If she wasn’t so pissed about it, Kane was sure Bailey would laugh her ass off at him. Kane lifted his head to claim Adrian’s lips one more time, soft and lingering, then moved to climb off.
It was way too depressing to point out that to ruin Kane's reputation, Adrian would have to be affectionate with him in public and that wasn't going to happen. He'd never felt the need for PDA and being gay had never felt like an identity, but it was still sad to think about how he kept having to hide what he really liked. It was pretty obvious that what he really liked right now was Kane, as complicated and messed up as that might be. He sat up when Kane was off him and shifted around until he could reach his phone. He still had a little time but coming home fresh out of the shower and minutes before Mila was off work didn't sound like the best idea so he figured he should at least start to get ready. "You wanna shower with me again?" he asked and reminded himself to go through his pockets before he got clean, just in case he'd taken something with him from home that he didn't want burned.
“S’long as you keep your hands to yourself, pervert,” Kane murmured with a little grin. He thought they could actually get through a shower this time without fooling around -- he was definitely feeling tapped out. He wasn’t eager to see Adrian off by any means, Kane wished he could stay all day, but all he wanted now was to kick back and chill. He wanted to do it clean though, so he climbed off of the bed with a little groan. “Lemme get you some clothes ...” He went to the cheap dresser in the corner and rummaged around until he had a clean black t-shirt and some sweatpants that should fit Adrian. He grabbed a pair of socks too, figuring he could loan Adrian his sneakers until he could get them back to him. He headed for the bathroom with all of it in hand.
Adrian thought it felt pretty teenage-relationshippy to wear Kane's clothes and it was both funny to him and at the same time a little sentimental. He'd never been with a guy as a teen, had dated with a girl for a long time instead and tried to suppress his true longings. He followed Kane, hoped the t-shirt smelled like him and almost rolled his eyes at himself for getting weird about it. He checked his messages real quick while Kane gathered the clothes, then followed him to the bathroom with no comment on whether he'd keep his hands to himself or not. It wouldn't lead to sex - or tickling - but he didn't seem capable of keeping his hands off Kane for long if he was within reach. The task at hand of rummaging through his clothes was unpleasant but he had apparently not taken anything with him but his car keys wallet and probably only the wallet because it happened to be in his jacket pocket. He'd kind of hoped the shoes would still be okay, but they were muddy and it looked like there was blood on them too and they weren't easy to clean. God damn it. He grumbled softly to himself as he got up and put his things aside, then joined Kane in the shower. "If I show up here again all eager to go kill something, remind me to wear something I can afford to lose." He muttered. "You think you can front me some of that cash?" He hated to ask but at the same time there was still some defiance in him that reminded him that Kane did owe him, no matter how much Adrian liked him now. "I'm gonna need to replace all of this crap."
Kane had turned on the shower and climbed in while Adrian looked through his filthy stuff, happy to duck his head under hot water for a moment while he could be selfish with it. He made room when Adrian joined him and chuckled a bit at the first part. It gave him a little thrill to think that Adrian might actually do that, come back again and want to hunt. “Yeah, sure, I got you,” he said as he reached for the shampoo and started to scrub his hair. Kane could slip him a few hundred bucks. More than he needed to just replace the clothes he’d lost, but Kane knew he needed it in general anyway. Living with his sister was probably taking care of the basics, but he deserved more than just that. “And I’ll try to preserve your wardrobe next time,” he added with a little smirk. “When are you back to nursing for real, regular schedule and all?”
"I don't know," Adrian sighed. "They offered me a part time as not-quite-a-nurse in the ICU until I get all my rights back. Bureaucracy is a fucking jungle. It all seems like it should be so simple, like hi, I'm alive, you can take my DNA sample if everyone who's ever worked with me refuses to recognize me but no. There's always some stupid paperwork that needs to go through a million channels." His mother had apologized for declaring him dead because of all this, that she should have known he was alive and she should have waited. Guilt ran in the family - and the church, he supposed. "Are you gonna get yourself hurt all the time just to frequent the ER when I'm there?" Adrian teased, not really feeling like talking about bureaucracy or his mother.
He kind of wanted to tell Adrian just to forget the nursing gig and make all of his money hunting ... but Kane knew he needed a cover story. A better one than Kane’s ride-sharing ‘business.’ Adrian had more people who cared about him and got nosy about his life, and he seemed to have that drive to actually help people. Plus he looked pretty goddamn cute in scrubs, in Kane’s humble opinion. He grinned lazily as he shuffled back under the water to rinse off. “You know it, gonna pop in all the time needing stitches or with a sprained ankle or some shit,” he chuckled. Bailey would kill him if he kept hurting himself, but they didn’t always have to be bad injuries, right? “And you can ‘work a double’ a couple times a week and come see me,” Kane added, dipping in to press a kiss against Adrian’s lips.
It wasn't like both those thoughts hadn't crossed Adrian's mind and he smiled against Kane's lips, looking forward to spinning that particular lie, even if it would probably spike his anxiety. This time spent with Kane was worth it, so far at least. He might even consider hunting more often if he knew for a fact he had any kind of control over when he changed but it seemed to be rare and unreliable. He kept thinking he should talk to Caius about it but he doubted he'd get much help or sympathy there. Maybe when he paid him back. God, the thought of being able to do that was magnificent so he couldn't be pissed at himself for taking this stupid risk the night before, not when he knew there was money coming in for it. "If I come here straight from work, I'm letting you do all the heavy lifting," he teased. "My shifts can run long."
“I’ll lift whatever you need, baby,” Kane drawled softly, smirking as he gave Adrian’s cock a little jiggle. It was fun to touch him in an intimate way without having any intention of arousing either of them. He reached for the soap and started to wash off, since this was a functional shower more than anything. “So can I text you just for the fuck of it?” he asked after a quiet moment, quirking a brow at Adrian. It was fairly clear to Kane that both of them were into this beyond just the hot sex, even though he didn’t actually know what to call any of it. He’d said they would figure it out together, and he guessed part of that was feeling out their boundaries. Kane didn’t plan to bother him all the time, of course, he wasn’t a fourteen year old girl. But it would be cool to know he could check in or send Adrian some random bullshit that made him laugh or whatever normal people did.
Adrian wanted to say no. More accurately he thought he should say no but he didn't want to. The thought of getting random text messages made him feel good even if some part of his brain still warned him that he should distance himself from this whole thing so he wouldn't get hurt. There were just so many ways he could get hurt from this. "Nothing explicit," he murmured. "I like being able to read my messages without opening them so don't make me block you or change my settings." He poked Kane pointetdly in the chest as he spoke, cocking a brow at him. Even if he was out, explicit shit just wouldn't fly. There were too many people in his life who absolutely did not need to accidentally see something kinky on his screen and he didn't have a fancy phone with added privacy. "But yeah, you can text me. Just be discreet."
Kane chuckled at the chiding, lifting his soapy hands in surrender for a second. “Okay, fine, I hear you,” he murmured. “No dick pics, no long detailed messages about how often I jerk off thinking about you. Relax.” He’d had plenty of affairs with married people, Kane knew about discretion. And since he was Adrian’s dirty little secret -- maybe the only fun secret he had -- he would watch his step. He didn’t want to think about that status too hard though, so he shot him another smirk. “I, on the other hand, have no such restrictions, so send me any nasty-ass thing you want.” Surely his family didn’t go through his phone -- as long as the notifications stayed clean on Adrian’s end, it should be all good, right?
"Don't hold your breath," Adrian tittered and slipped his arms around Kane's waist as he leaned in to kiss him again. They couldn't linger too long, but that didn't mean he couldn't kiss him a little while longer and touch his soapy body. Fuck he was in too deep. He wished he could disguise himself as someone completely different and meet up with Kane at the carnival, do all the stupid sappy things people did there when they were dating. Not that they were dating, that was off the table. He had no idea what they were doing other than fucking but it sure as hell felt like more than that. "I never told you when you could come back to remove those stitches," he murmured and it was hard to believe it was less than a week ago. "Do you want home service or are you going to the hospital?"
The disappointed sound Kane was tempted to make was stopped by Adrian’s lips, and he forgot all about getting pictures, which was easy to do when he had the real thing right there under his hands. He had no idea how often they would see each other now, what this would shape up to be, but he already knew he would be craving Adrian even harder after today. This was definitely going to hurt, and it was probably the stupidest thing they could possibly do, but there seemed to be no stopping it now. Or at least no will to stop it now, between the two of them. He rubbed idly at Adrian’s sides and gave a little huff. “Hell no, I’m not going back there if I don’t gotta,” he murmured. “So if you wanna come back and do it sometime ...” He left the offer open-ended. Kane supposed if Adrian didn’t do it, he would have to go to some kind of doctor, but he really didn’t want to.
"I'll fix you up," Adrian murmured. "Monday or Tuesday, I think. We'll see how it's looking." It wasn't an excuse to come back this time, he didn't even think he needed those anymore but he supposed the fact that he wanted to do it had something to do with the dumb possessive feelings he was having. He had to wonder if it was dumb that he already missed Kane and he hadn't even left yet. It was going to suck so bad when he did. He kissed Kane again, then pulled away just enough to start washing up. "A hunting buddy at night and nurse in the daytime, you're a lucky bastard," he teased, wishing it was really that simple and he could switch it on at will and go hunting with Kane anytime he wanted to go. The thought of him out there by himself was alarming, no matter if he'd been doing it for years. Adrian knew first hand now just how fragile he was to an actual monster.
“It’s a date.” Monday and Tuesday were at least not that far away, and it was nice knowing that he would see Adrian again that soon, even if it was brief and businesslike ... he knew it wouldn’t be, though. Kane rinsed himself off and gave Adrian room to soap up, grinning a bit at what he said. “The perfect partner,” he quipped back, though it rang more true in his head than he wanted to admit, in more than one way. Kane had always known that he wouldn’t be able to end up with someone normal, just a person out living their everyday life. He struggled to relate to those people, and the life he lived made any normal relationship difficult. But an abnormal, undefined Thing with a guy whose damaged baggage rivaled his own? That sounded more in Kane’s wheelhouse. He patted Adrian’s ass one more time before he climbed out and grabbed a towel.
Adrian took a minute to clean up and rinse off, maybe because everything he did was a step closer to leaving and his reluctance was abundant. He didn't leave Kane waiting too long though, stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry off. He knew time was running out and it kind of felt like being a teenager again with a curfew. This was very much self inflicted misery though, he could just come out to Mila and hope for the best, she was the only one watching him like a hawk, though he was sure his mother wanted to as well. Just the thought made his stomach coil unpleasantly and he pushed the idea away, drinking in the sight of Kane instead. A different kind of stomach sensation right there. Before they headed for the bedroom again, he stole another kiss and was a little amazed at how strong his yearning was for this man even when he had him right there.
Kane had dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, intending to go back to bed after Adrian left. It felt warmly content and domestic to smooch in the bathroom before they went back to his bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe and watched Adrian put his clothes on, able to see the reluctance in every movement. It made his chest ache in a weird bittersweet way. Neither of them seemed to have much to say as he got ready to go, and unless Kane was completely misreading the vibe in the air, neither of them really wanted to part company again. It was ridiculous, how much the goodbye always sucked, which told Kane so much about how he felt about all this -- he usually couldn’t wait to get rid of one night stands, and here he was wanting Adrian to stay for the rest of the week. He straightened up once Adrian was dressed and reached to pull him in close again, cupping one hand behind his neck to kiss him again.
Adrian wanted to stay in that kiss for the rest of the day and he rested his hands on Kane's waist, soaking in the heat of his skin as he kissed him back. Whatever this urge was to crawl back into bed with him, right now it had nothing to do with sex, he just wanted to keep touching him and being close to him. "You got plans this weekend?" he asked quietly when their lips parted. Maybe he could come up with some bullshit excuse to stay gone from the house for a while; if he made sure Mila thought he was safe she'd probably even be glad for the privacy. The house was too damn crowded these days. Don't go hunting without me was on the tip of his tongue, but Kane was a grown ass man and a wildly independent one at that so he bit it back and hushed those worries that kept clutching at his insides.