Adrian Moretti (theneedtofeed) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-10-07 01:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian and Kane
When: late morning, Friday, July 6
Where: Car to Portland, hotel in Portland
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete, Part 1
Kane woke up eager to get on the road to Portland. The drive would take a few hours, and he greedily wanted as much time away from this cursed place with Adrian as he could get. He’d spent time the day before arranging the drop-off and payment with his contact, and from the texts he’d woken up to, everything seemed to be in order. It would be a simple transaction, he could hand more cash to Adrian than he’d probably had in years, and they could enjoy the rest of their time doing whatever the fuck they wanted. Kane lived most of his life that way, but now he would be doing it with sexy company, and that kind of changed everything.
He threw some extra clothes and his bathroom stuff into a backpack -- along with a couple of handguns and ammo, just in case -- and got dressed before he texted Adrian to see if he was awake yet. Kane wanted to just drive to his house to scoop him up, but that wasn’t stealthy at all. They were going to have to park Adrian’s car somewhere it wouldn’t be noticed while they were gone, since to Adrian’s family he was taking this trip solo.
After all of that shit had been taken care of and he’d thoroughly kissed Adrian hello, they climbed into Kane’s SUV and hit the road. He turned the music up as they sped down Witcham through the rain. Kane didn’t think he’d been so happy to leave town since he’d been on his way to Bangor to get on a bus and officially join the Marines. He glanced over at Adrian in the passenger seat with a grin, hoping he felt similarly light leaving Point Pleasant behind, even for a little while.
Adrian was both excited and anxious about the whole thing. It was scary to leave his sister behind, he worried someone would find the car and suspect the worst, there were a whole lot of things that could go wrong but overall, he was thankfully more excited. Spending time with Kane was always a pleasure and going on an actual date was scary and promising all at once. He wasn't really thinking about the money at the moment, there was too much else going on in his mind and he smiled at Kane when he caught him looking, a warm flutter going through him. This was going to be different from his experience with Kane so far, no rushing away in the morning, seeing him in a whole new setting. Adrian felt a bit like he was at the top of a roller coaster, about to go down. It made him want to reach over and grab Kane's hand but he refrained for now. "Can't believe we're actually doing this," he said instead, laughing a little. It felt weird to be nervous about something like this but he had plenty of reasons to be.
Kane had some nerves in his own stomach, and quite a few anxious ‘what if’s had crossed through his mind throughout the morning, but he mostly just felt happy now. The weather outside was awful, but Kane felt all sunshiney inside, like when they’d been swimming in the woods. They would surely drive out of the storm before they reached Portland, and wasn’t that just fucking poetic? “Doin’ what?” he teased, half-grinning over at him for a beat. “You got business in Portland, I got business in Portland ... we’re just savin’ gas. Being environmentally conscious, nothing wrong with that.” He knew exactly what Adrian was talking about, of course. He’d lied to his family so he could run off and be alone with his male lover -- it probably felt a little like teenage rebellion. Kane had told Bailey where he was going and with whom, but he could still feel that buzz of excitement under his skin too. Like they were about to get away with something. It was fun, and he wondered a bit if this was how those married people he fucked felt, having their affairs.
Adrian laughed and nodded eagerly because yes, of course, they were just saving money and nature. Nothing else going on here. "If you leave me stranded in Portland I will kill you, you know," he murmured good naturedly and while he was joking and didn't actually expect that to happen, he did feel vulnerable relying on Kane and his car with no other way of getting home if something came up. Nothing but calling his sister or Aaron for help and they really didn't need the additional stress. "Even if I piss you off beyond redemption, promise you won't ditch me?" He did reach over this time, gently brushing his fingers along Kane's jaw.
He snorted softly at the very idea, one hand coming up to catch Adrian’s wrist. Kane pressed the back of his hand to his lips, glancing between Adrian and the road. “Listen, I would rent you a car myself before I stranded you anywhere,” he said. Even if he wanted to knock Adrian’s teeth out, he wouldn’t leave him behind with no plan or no means, he wasn’t that big of an asshole. Kane didn’t foresee that happening though. Maybe they would find out they couldn’t stand ‘living with’ each other, but from all the vibes he’d gotten so far, Kane suspected it would be the opposite. “I promise,” he added and smooched Adrian’s knuckles a few more times.
Adrian let his head fall back against the headrest, smiling as Kane peppered little kisses on his hand. He was so far gone, he could feel it, when something that small made his stomach riot and his mind race to memories of where else those lips had been. And at the same time it felt so warm and gentle, a side of Kane he was getting to know and love. "I'll try not to piss you off that badly," he promised with a titter and he couldn't really imagine what might come up like that. There were things he could say to Kane that would likely make him overcome with guilt and sadness, but Adrian wasn't sure how he would piss him off exactly unless he was really trying and all those things that would upset Kane were things he was very careful not to say. He hadn't even had the urge when he was all high on wendigo power and that was reassuring because he generally felt like he didn't give a shit about anything in that state. Maybe he'd been wrong.
Kane seemed to be discovering the warm and gentle side of himself alongside Adrian, to some degree. He and AJ hadn’t had much chance to be tender or affectionate with each other, almost every stolen moment alone had been intensely sexual. He felt that way plenty with Adrian too, but they seemed to be building something more at the same time, and sometimes the tenderness Kane felt surprised him. He gently gnawed on Adrian’s thumb before he let him go. Kane couldn’t imagine him doing anything that could piss him off even close to that much. It would take the injury of loved ones, and Kane was leaving his only other two of those behind for the weekend. “Don’t think you’ll have to try too hard,” he said, giving another little grin. He was determined to have fun for the next couple of days. “Unless you’ve just been on best behavior at my place and you’re gonna turn into a giant asshole all of the sudden.” He chuckled.
"Nah, too much effort," Adrian murmured with a smile as he reached for the radio. He knew he didn't always see eye to eye with people and he'd had his fair share of dumb arguments, but all that felt so far away now, so petty in comparison to everything that had happened. He probably would argue over petty shit again at some point, it'd mean he was healing so it might even be a cause for a celebration, but that could all come later. He had nothing to bitch about with Kane right now, taking him away from Point Pleasant for the weekend, taking him on a real date. He was nervous about that part mostly, scared he'd run into people he knew - like Josh's former fianceé or Simon's sister - someone who knew him better than just former co-workers could, those people from his past who'd once been a part of his core circles. He just didn't think any of them would ever reach out to his family to gossip so it was hard to be properly scared. He didn't live in Portland anymore, he didn't work there, it felt far away enough that he could relax a little. With Kane. That part made him feel warm and made everything he worried about seem insignificant. "I'm pretty sure you've seen me at my worst," he murmured. "Not my pettiest, but my worst." And vice versa.
Even if he’d still been in his own closet, Kane didn’t know enough people anywhere to worry about running into someone he knew. Except Point Pleasant maybe, people from his child-and-teenage-hoods, but he’d changed so much in the past twenty-odd years, even that wasn’t much of a concern. But he’d been trying to be considerate about Adrian’s anxieties, and he’d been checking online for gay clubs and hangouts, places they could eat and drink and likely not worry about any old friends of Adrian’s. Kane just wanted him to be comfortable, wherever they were, so they could have some real time together being their full selves. That was his lofty goal, at least. In a more basic way, he wanted to see Adrian wear something nice-ish so Kane could take it off of him later, maybe find out if he had any dance moves. They were such weird things to think about, but they made him excited and nervous. Adrian’s comment made him wince, but he chuckled a little. “Yeah,” he said, drawing the word out. “Same here. ... but hey, at least we got that shit outta the way, right?” Kane tried to sound light about it, not wanting to dwell on the damage they’d done to each other.
"Nowhere to go but up," Adrian agreed and that was the only way to look at it that made any sense to him. If he thought too hard about their past he started questioning just what the fuck he was doing and he didn't want that; he just wanted to enjoy what they had now while he could. The ride was easy, both the silent parts and the talking about random nonsense parts. They did find a couple of songs they absolutely did not agree on whether they sucked or rocked and it was weirdly good to have something so small to disagree on and banter about and bantering with Kane was kind of fun and sexy. Then again everything with Kane was fun and sexy so that was probably why.
Adrian was definitely starting to want to stretch his legs by the time they finally drove into Portland and it was nice to come back and not do so alone. The last time he'd been there he'd been anxious for different reasons, meeting up with the people who had been close to his dead friends had been stressful but ultimately good and he was kind of relieved he had nothing on his schedule but fun for this weekend. "I didn't even ask where we're staying," he commented idly as he gazed out the window at the familiar sites. "We sleeping in the car or did you splurge on a nice room?"
“I got a room for me, I figured I could leave you in the car,” Kane said smoothly, smirking a bit. He’d booked a room at a pretty good hotel downtown for them. It wasn’t the fanciest Portland had to offer, but it was still nice. Much nicer than Kane would’ve chosen if he’d been traveling alone, that was for sure. He spotted their exit coming up and changed lanes, eager to be there himself. He was ready to be out of the car, take his boots off, get clean in a roomier shower than he had at home. Feel Adrian up and maybe get them a little excited for the upcoming evening. Before long they were pulling into the hotel parking lot, and those happy nerves fluttered in Kane’s stomach all over again. The two of them being alone here technically wasn’t any different than being alone in his apartment back home, but it sure as hell felt different so far.
Once they were parked, Adrian got out and grabbed his bag from the trunk of the car before looking around. It looked like a nice place, way nicer than he'd been expecting. Kane lived so sparsely it was easy to forget he actually had money so without really thinking about it, Adrian had somehow been expecting a small motel room. This hotel might even have a nice pool and it made him kind of wish he'd brought something to swim in but he didn't really own any swimming trunks anymore. It was clearly time to remedy that. "So when are you meeting your contact?" he asked as they headed to the entrance. "Do we have tonight to ourselves?"
Kane slung his own bag over his shoulder and made sure his SUV was locked up tight. The last thing he needed was some nosy thief finding his small arsenal in the back. Walking alongside Adrian, he glanced over as he stuffed his keys into his pocket. “Not til tomorrow morning, yeah,” he answered with a little grin. “Not even early. So we got all kinds of time.” There was the room to enjoy, dinner to have, something fun after that, and then more of the hotel room ... Kane had brought some weed with him, since they now knew Adrian could handle being stoned. He just wanted both of them to feel as good as possible for the next forty eight hours. Checking in at the front desk was a breeze, and a few minutes later they were walking down the hallway on the eighth floor, the thick carpet almost spongy under Kane’s boots. He beeped them into their room and shed his backpack as he approached the king size bed. He flopped onto it with an appreciative groan.
Adrian similarly let everything drop before joining Kane on the bed, stretching out on his back next to him with a content grin. "Oh man, I want a bed like this one when I get one," he murmured, bouncing a bit for emphasis before rolling onto his side to look at Kane. "You gonna check out beds with me? So I know what to order when the time comes?" They'd talked about it before but it seemed like more of a possibility for real now that they were actually in Portland together. He had no idea when he'd need one, but it'd be nice to have some idea of prices and options. "I'm going to need a second opinion," he added, idly stroking Kane's chest. He liked the idea of it, even if it was just for fun and it was nice to dream about something way better than the mattress he was sleeping on at Mila's house.
It was a damn nice feeling bed, and it reminded Kane that he needed an upgrade too. And a bedframe, since he was actually having company on it now. He grinned at Adrian and moved one hand to cover his fingers where they touched his chest. “I’ll bounce on beds with you, sure,” he drawled. He got an amusing mental image of the two of them getting into compromising positions all over the bed store and pissing off the owners. “Gotta make sure you take it for a test drive, mattresses are fuckin’ expensive.” He picked Adrian’s hand up to smooch and nibble on one of his fingers. “I was thinkin’ about buying a frame and shit myself,” he admitted with a little half-smile. “So ... good timing.”
Adrian didn't know if buying a bed frame had anything to do with him but he liked to think it did and he liked to imagine that it meant that Kane would stay in town, even after his mother passed away. Just like anything else to do with the future he tried not to think about it, too certain that this wouldn't last between them but at the same time, it felt like more than just sex so it was hard not to imagine an actual future together. Whatever he tried to imagine always seemed so impossible though, hoping Kane would stay a little while longer and actually invest in a proper bed while he was there was a safe and small fantasy. "You're gonna need something to keep it from banging against the wall," he murmured. "Or you'll drive all your neighbors insane."
“Mm, like we’re about to drive these neighbors insane?” Kane rumbled. He rolled over on top of Adrian with a cocky little grin, straddling his hips and bracing his forearms against his upper chest. Kane cupped the back of his neck and dipped in to give him a few nibbly kisses before he pulled out of reach again. “We got a couple hours before dinnertime ... what do you wanna do with it?” Kane’s tone made it pretty clear what kind of ideas he had, but he was open to letting the tension build over the course of the evening. Of course he was also open to fucking Adrian’s brains out two or three or five times while they were here, too.
Adrian watched him sit up, not trying to hide the hunger in his eyes. "Hmm," he murmured, as if he was having a hard time deciding. "I don't know, there's a TV..." he smirked as he tugged on Kane's t-shirt, slipping his hands underneath it and lightly touching his jeans and then bare skin as he slowly moved upwards. "It's still early, we could get all the shopping nonsense out of the way." He didn't really sound interested in any of that and he probably would have been just as fine with renting a room in Point Pleasant if they were guaranteed privacy there. Right now he was too fixated on the way Kane's body felt to the touch, his fingers gently stroking over his nipples before trailing back down over his ribs. "Could go to the movies," he drawled, bucking up against Kane a bit.
The look on Adrian’s face alone was enough to make his stomach flutter, but it was the stroke of his fingers that really put that hot weight in Kane’s core. He skimmed his own hands up Adrian’s arms, lingering over the way his bicep felt moving beneath the skin. Scraping his teeth over his bottom lip, he rolled his hips slowly to give Adrian’ more to push against. His jeans were rapidly getting uncomfortably tight, but even that felt good at the moment. “Do some sight-seein’,” he murmured, though his expression was rapidly shifting from cheeky into something heavier and warmer. “Go antiquing. Portland is our oyster, babe.” Kane grinned faintly. It seemed pretty clear what they were both interested in, and he reached up to grab the back of his shirt to peel it off. He wanted to feel more of Adrian’s hands on his bare skin, a sensation he was already very addicted to.
Adrian couldn't think of more things to list even if he knew plenty of them, he was simply a little preoccupied with Kane's body and no matter how often he'd seen him naked now, watching him remove his shirt was a sight he would never get sick of. He let his hands roam as if they had minds of their own, stroking Kane's flanks, down to the hard denim of his jeans and then back up again over his ribs, the feel of his skin making his dick hard. "Think this is the only sightseeing I want right now," he murmured quietly. "Fuck, you're beautiful." Kane might not think so but he was a little biased since he lived in that body, Adrian was just a guest and he loved every inch of it, wanted to know it all better and touch it everywhere he could reach.
It was a different sort of dynamic than Kane was used to -- he was fucking women most of the time and admiring their beauty out loud. His life hadn’t been completely devoid of compliments but Kane tended not to believe them, or that whoever said them actually believed them either. Hearing those words from Adrian, in that soft and deep way like he was almost talking to himself -- it hit different. Kane believed him, even if he might not agree, and it made that tingly heat in his belly spread further. “Shut up,” he muttered affectionately before he bent over Adrian again to kiss him, deep but slow, drinking in the sensation of Adrian’s hands on his body for a sweet moment or two. He pushed his own fingers through Adrian’s hair, thumb brushing over his scar, his hips still rocking to rub their bulges together through too many layers of clothes. Kane broke it again with a hum and gave a sheepish little grin as he sat up and moved to climb off of Adrian. “Didn’t even take my fuckin’ boots off,” he muttered. “You need less clothes too.”
"Not gonna lie, that is kinda hot," Adrian said with a smile as he sat up and toed off his sneakers. He could too easily imagine fucking Kane somewhere risky, barely removing enough clothes to get it done, rushed and hot and stupidly sexy. In a nice room like this, naked sounded better and he couldn't stop staring at Kane's body and the way his muscles danced under his skin at the slightest movement. He pulled his jacket and t-shirt off, eyes fixed on Kane as he drank in the sight of him, all too aware of all the feelings swirling around inside of him. This was going too far beyond just fucking and he'd always wondered how people knew it was real but he knew and he knew Kane felt the same way. It was a strange certainty to have, soothing and terrifying all at once so he was kind of glad that right now he mostly just felt horny and that was a lot less scary.
“Yeah? You got a uniform kink? I’ll wear my dogtags too,” Kane teased with his own little grin. He got out of said boots, because now wasn’t the time to get the hotel sheets filthy. Not that kind of filthy, anyway. Kane got the button and zipper on his jeans undone and pushed them down, looking back at Adrian just as much. He wanted to lick every square inch of all that bare skin, give him goosebumps, make him shiver. He shoved his jeans down but left his tented boxer briefs on for the moment, stepping in close to the bed again. Kane flashed him another grin, reaching for Adrian’s legs to drag him to the edge of the mattress. He got down on his knees and cupped a hand at the back of Adrian’s neck to pull him down into a kiss, his other fingers moving to work on getting the front of his jeans undone.
War wasn't sexy but dogtags were, especially on Kane, so maybe Adrian did have a little bit of a uniform kink he wasn't very aware of. He didn't need the whole uniform, wearing nothing but dogtags and boots was fucking hot and he smirked to himself at the thought as Kane pulled him closer. He looked so good on his knees and Adrian eagerly leaned in to kiss him when prompted to do so, unable to keep his hands to himself. He touched his shoulders and neck, then his back which kind of felt like it belonged to Adrian in a way because he was the one who'd stitched it up. That probably didn't make any damn sense but it didn't have to, feelings were dumb and intense and usually not logical. With each button Kane loosened on his jeans the pressure on his crotch eased up and Adrian murmured contently into the kiss, cupping the back of Kane's head firmly as he deepened it needily.
At the moment Kane felt like all of him belonged to Adrian, though he did especially enjoy the feel of hands on his back. Kane’s tongue brushed against Adrian’s lip and then pushed in deeper to taste him back as he tugged his fly open. He could already feel all the heat radiating off of his erection, and it made Kane’s own cock throb with anticipation. A low groan in his throat, Kane kissed him with more pressure and hunger, sliding his hand into Adrian’s jeans. He cupped him through his boxers, tingles racing through Kane to feel how hard he already was. Any vague concerns about saving anything for later were fading fast -- Kane wanted as much of this as they could squeeze into this little trip. He tugged and pulled at fabric until he could pull Adrian’s cock free, then tore his mouth away to press breathy kisses to Adrian’s neck and collarbone and chest on his way south. Curling his fingers around the base, Kane swiped his tongue against the head of Adrian’s cock, tracing the curves of it to tease him for a moment.
Adrian leaned back when Kane broke the kiss, tempted to shimmy out of his jeans but not wanting to move at the same time, not when Kane was teasing his cock. It wasn't like he'd scare him off with any sudden movements but it still somehow felt like he shouldn't risk it. He kept stroking Kane's hair and skin, not really giving a shit about whatever else they could be doing right now. They had privacy, he had time, he didn't have to answer the phone because he'd told everyone he'd be busy and it made him feel free in a way he hadn't in a while. The thought of Kane wearing nothing but boots and dogtags still lingered in his brain and poked at some kink he hadn't even known he had. He wasn't even sure if it could be considered a kink to be into something that was just so obviously sexy but it was definitely having its effects on him. "You still have your dogtags?" he murmured and hoped that since Kane had brought it up, it wasn't a sensitive subject.
It was still pretty early in the afternoon, and Kane was sure that after dinner and drinks and whatever else they were going to do for this date, they would be all revved up and ready to go again ... and he suddenly wanted to do all that with Adrian’s taste still on his tongue. He took the tip of Adrian’s cock into his mouth just as he hummed an affirmative sound to answer his question. Kane teased a little more before he pulled off to murmur, “Not on me, but at home, yeah.” He glanced up to meet Adrian’s eyes with a little smirk. It was decided then -- one of these days he was going to just have to answer the door in nothing but boots and dogtags and see how it went over. Kane still had several pieces of old uniforms that he still wore to work in. While his tenure as a soldier had been fraught with trauma, it had also been the place he’d felt the most at home and valuable, which was probably fucked up, but that didn’t bother him at the moment. “You wear scrubs, I’ll put my camo on, we’ll have a lil costume party,” he drawled with a lazy grin, hooking his fingers into Adrian’s jeans to help get them off.
"You like the scrubs?" Adrian asked as he lifted his ass to help, more amused than curious about Kane's answer. Sure, there were some sexy-nurse ideas floating around out there but actual scrubs were pretty un-sexy. But maybe he was biased since he wore them for a living and was surrounded by people wearing them all the time. He could probably wear them in a way that wasn't lame, he thought, and they did hug his ass in a way he knew Kane had noticed. He hummed contently as Kane peeled his jeans off his legs, reaching down to idly stroke his cock while Kane's hands were busy. "Should I show up at your place wearing them sometime?" he murmured and while he wasn't imagining Kane actually answering the door in nothing but boots and dogtags - that probably would kill him, honestly - he was thinking along similar lines and that mental image was going to be new jerk-off fodder for sure.
“Mmhmm,” Kane hummed as he tossed Adrian’s jeans and boxers aside. His gaze roamed up the expanse of the lovely body in front of him, and Kane got that urge again to lick every inch of the man. He stroked his hands up Adrian’s thighs and he watched him play with himself for a few heartbeats before he met his eyes again. “They remind me of how much I wanted to fuck you at work,” he added with a wicked little grin. It was less about the scrubs themselves and more about the good and noble part of Adrian’s life that was supposed to be off-limits to him -- fantasies about finding a locked closet in the hospital and fucking Adrian’s brains out, a sweet reminder of all that tension between them when Adrian had stitched him up. What would he have done if Kane had dropped to his knees like this in that exam room? Kane leaned in again, kissing and nuzzling Adrian’s fingers a bit before he went back to exploring his cock with his tongue and lips.
That tension at the hospital had made work pretty difficult after Kane had left but Adrian remembered all of it fondly now and probably in a skewed light. There had been so much going on both with his personal life and between him and Kane, it had been a perfect storm and there was no way he could have foreseen everything that happened after. "Yeah, that was highly inappropriate," he murmured quietly, enjoying every word. "The things I wanted to do to you while I worked on you." He usually had a good, thick professional barrier between himself and anyone who was a patient, no matter if he knew them or not, but Kane had peeled it down like it was nothing but spiderwebs instead of bulletproof glass. It was maddening how easily he seemed to get to him, even at a time where Adrian should have wanted to kill him, he'd wanted nothing more but to lick that perfect cupid's bow and taste that dick.
Those low, soft words made Kane tingle all over again, and he made a strained sound around Adrian’s cock as he sucked him deeper. After a certain point it had been hard to miss that Adrian wanted him, but hearing him admit it was still a thrill. At that point Kane hadn’t been sure if Adrian absolutely hated him for real or not, and looking back on that encounter knowing that they’d been aching for each other on the same level turned him on something fierce. He wasn’t alone in this crazy rollercoaster, and Kane honestly hoped Adrian was having as much fun with it as he was, no matter how it turned out. “Like what, tell me,” he demanded softly, glancing up at him briefly before he went back to bobbing over his cock. Even after a long car ride, it tasted so fucking good to him, and the skin was like hot velvet against his tongue. He wanted Adrian’s voice in his ears just as much as he wanted him in his mouth, both of them making him leak needily into his underwear.
Adrian made a little psh sound and lightly swatted Kane on the side of his head. "I was trying to be professional," he murmured with a little grin. "Mostly I just wanted to touch you more than I needed to. Way more than I needed to." Like this, Kane's mouth on his cock, or Adrian's on his. "I wanted to taste you," he told him as he felt himself sink deeper into the heady arousal with the way Kane's tongue teased his cock. "Wanted to lock the door and... No, I wanted you to lock the door and push me up against it. You know how fucking weird it is to wanna punch and kiss someone at the same time?" He wasn't normally a big talker during sex but for some reason it came easy now, like it was just a stream of consciousness, his mind and body too relaxed to overthink it.
Even the little swat felt good and Kane smiled briefly around the shaft between his lips. He thought about what he would have done if Adrian had started touching places that didn’t need to be touched, or if he’d gone to lock the door, or if he’d cracked and kissed him when Kane was up in his space. The fantasy was hot as hell, especially now when his back didn’t hurt anymore and they were safely alone, miles from anyone who would make Adrian nervous. Closeted boys were so skittish. Kane let out a muffled chuckle and pulled off of Adrian’s cock with a soft pop to smirk. “Naw, I wouldn’t know anything about that,” he drawled as he looked up at Adrian again. He knew all about that, though the urge to punch Adrian had certainly been reduced. Instead Kane just wanted to rough him up in a fun way, push him up against doors like he mentioned. He stroked Adrian’s cock with one slick hand and pressed more kisses against his hip and belly. “I was dyin’ to push you up against that door too, just thought it would end in some of that punching,” he murmured.
"Probably," Adrian tittered but he wasn't so sure, it would have been less punching and more 'not here you fucking idiot'. It was hard to imagine being able to resist Kane even at work and now that it was safe to fantasize about what could have happened, he was more than happy to indulge in that fantasy and think of all the ways they could have ravished each other in the hospital. The here and now was plenty hot all on its own and he watched Kane with heavy-lidded eyes, his cock hard and leaking in his grip. "I see a couple of doors in here," he murmured. "You can push me against them if you buy me a nice dinner first." He grinned again but it was getting a little harder to joke around with the way Kane was touching him and the way he craved tasting Kane, his mouth watering at the thought of his cock or his tongue in his mouth.
Hell, with as crazy as Adrian made him feel, Kane didn’t think it was out of the question that he would have taken that punch and then pushed Adrian up against the door. Why was the thought of Adrian hurting him still a turn on? Kane couldn’t explain it, but he did tend to love it when Adrian was mean, and pain could be an aphrodisiac in the right circumstances. Half-grinning, Kane’s tongue came out to swipe a drop of precum off of the tip of Adrian’s cock before his hand dipped lower to caress his balls. “Oh I plan on it,” he practically purred. “Nice dinner, drinks ... then you’re dessert.” And also an appetizer, he thought as he wrapped his lips around Adrian again, taking him in deep with an appreciative moan. Kane sucked harder and bobbed his head with more purpose, his eyes slipping closed again.
Adrian wanted to have something clever to say about that but any witty comeback was kind of lost to the sensation of what Kane was doing and 'no you' was probably not the cleverest way to express whatever he was thinking so he moaned softly instead and raked his fingers through Kane's hair. He was sinfully good at this and the view Adrian had of him didn't hurt either, all broad back and scars and tattoos. Even knowing some more of his soft side didn't take away that feeling of edginess that Kane carried with him, that sense of danger that shouldn't have appealed to Adrian but maybe he'd just missed out on his bad boy phase in high school and needed it now, damn it. Or maybe it was just all Kane, everything about him drove him fucking crazy and any way he tried to reason it to himself fell flat. The fact Kane was on his knees sucking his dick was just a delicious bonus and it still didn't fail to make Adrian a little stunned it was actually happening. "You keep that up I'm gonna come in your mouth," he groaned as the pleasure kept building and he could feel the early warning signs that he was headed down a path he couldn't stop himself on.
As if that could ever be a deterrent. Those strained words from Adrian only made Kane hungrier to taste him and feel that delicious throbbing against his tongue. Kane didn’t want him to feel rushed, but the desire to devour him had been growing in Kane’s gut almost the entire drive to Portland. He had it so bad for this man, it defied all sense ... but maybe that was just what love was like -- insane, addictive nonsense. He glanced up to meet Adrian’s heavy-lidded gaze and take in that beautiful face for a second, the wordless encouragement in his eyes. Kane added some extra spit to get his palm slick too, and started firmly stroking and sucking Adrian’s cock at the same time, putting a little twist into his wrist on the upstroke to tease the head. He hadn’t always enjoyed sucking every dick like this, it was crazy how much Adrian’s pleasure felt like his own, and he was compelled to do anything for him. His free hand dipped into the front of his own boxer briefs to squeeze his neglected erection, and Kane found he didn’t even care if Adrian returned this favor, he was just dying to make him come.
Adrian didn't feel rushed and he was savoring that feeling because it was pretty rare, but his body didn't care that he wanted to take his time and enjoy this, not when Kane was as good at it as he was. Meeting his eyes sent a little rush through him, those damn puppy eyes. It still made his mind reel how a man could be so rough and so vulnerable at the same time and that gaze was still seared into his mind as he closed his eyes and tried not to start bucking wildly into Kane's mouth. He wanted so much more than this but they had the whole weekend to do all the things they desired and since Kane wanted him to come now, he stopped trying to hold back. His moans became more throaty, his breathing more shuddered and he couldn't help but grip Kane's head tightly as he lost control of his hips, his cock wanting more of Kane's mouth for those last few seconds before his orgasm hit him.
Kane groaned around him, relaxing his throat and practically melting into that grip. He couldn’t help himself, he started stroking his own cock, and by the time that delicious salt hit his tongue he felt halfway to coming too. Fuck, Adrian was sexy. It was really dawning on Kane just how much of a difference it made to have feelings for someone. He’d never felt this way with any of the male one night stands he’d had over the years -- that warm overwhelming desire to give himself over completely, to relax into being used instead of needing to stay in control. It felt like bliss at the moment, and Kane’s balls throbbed sweetly as he swallowed and moaned and let Adrian use his mouth.
It wasn't hard to miss that Kane was getting off on this which only made it hotter and once Kane had swallowed, Adrian pulled him off his cock and leaned down to kiss him hungrily again. It didn't matter that he was breathing hard and still reeling from his climax, he felt hungry for him, wanted to taste him - taste himself on his tongue, ravish him in about ten different ways. It was an urgent and needy kiss, a little erratic with Adrian's need to catch his breath but it still felt so hot, feeling Kane's lips against his, the scratch of his stubble and the salty taste on his tongue. "You're so fucking good at that," Adrian whispered against his lips. "Let me take care of you."
He kissed him back like his life depended on it, breathing hard through his nose, soft sounds catching in the back of his throat. Kane stopped stroking himself, just squeezed instead, his cock aching with needy anticipation. If Adrian had just wanted to lay back and be hot while Kane jerked off over him, he would’ve done it, but fuck he was gagging to be touched, licked, sucked, whatever Adrian wanted to do to him. The words sent an extra shudder of pleasure through him, and Kane nodded breathlessly, giving him one more desperate kiss. Then he rocked back and stood up, pushing down his boxer briefs as he went to finally be rid of them. He brushed his fingers against Adrian’s cheek and jaw, gazing down at him as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “I wanted to taste you all night,” he murmured. “Until we get to fuck later.”
Adrian gave him a dazed smile at that, very much of the same mind and happy to hear those words. "Same," he breathed and grabbed Kane's hips to pull him closer before gripping his cock in his fist. The idea of pulling over somewhere to get the edge off had crossed his mind more than once on their drive but he knew he would never dare do something like that outside of Blackwater Woods, too worried someone would see them. It was probably crazy to be more afraid of a cop than he was of actual monsters but apparently that was just the way his life had turned out. He licked at the tip of Kane's cock, glancing up at him before taking it in his mouth, his free hand slipping to Kane's ass to grip it tight and pull him in close. He'd always struggled with seeing himself in the bad porn and random tv shows that were his only guidance to being gay growing up, unsure what role he wanted to take. Being with Kane was making it more and more clear he could take every and any role he fucking wanted and they all seemed to be amazing.
“Fuck,” Kane groaned as Adrian’s hot mouth engulfed him. He’d gotten obsessed with those sensual lips first, and he felt almost hypnotized by how they looked wrapped around his cock. He raked his fingers through Adrian’s hair, his ass clenching under Adrian’s hands as pure pleasure raced up his spine. It was still hard to believe sometimes that Adrian had so little experience, because everything he did felt fucking incredible. Kane already suspected he was going to come embarrassingly fast, but he didn’t think Adrian would hold it against him. This was just the warmup round to their weekend, and he’d been feeling that same edginess in the car on the way. Kane had never been super invested in labels and roles, he just knew what felt good to him, and this thing with Adrian felt better than anything he’d ever felt before. He loved all the flexibility of what they had so far, the layers that kept unfolding between them, it all felt so raw and honest and right, finally, no matter how fucked up it looked from the outside.
Adrian had no qualms with making him come fast and he didn't make any pretense of holding back as he greedily took Kane's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and sucking as he took him deeper. He didn't try to take it too deep, well aware he probably couldn't, but he got enough spit on it to make it up to Kane with his hand. It tasted good; that had been somewhat surprising the first time around but maybe even more so now after spending a while in the car and not showering right before this. It tasted like Kane, like the core taste of him that not everyone got to experience, heady and hot on Adrian's tongue. It mixed with the taste of his own come and for a moment he almost considered stopping and asking Kane to fuck him instead. The only reasons he didn't were that Kane felt like he was very close to coming so it'd be a very short fuck and Adrian wanted to save the big stuff for later. He wanted to do nothing but this the whole weekend if he was honest but that wasn't realistic and he was looking forward to their date.
He didn’t try to hold back, and probably couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to. Adrian’s fist around him amped up the friction, and Kane quickly fell into the blissful mindlessness of it. His breathing got shakier and his groans louder, fingers tightening in Adrian’s thick hair. He didn’t try to direct him, just relished the feel of the motion of his head and how it felt to hang onto him. It didn’t take long for him to hit that point of no return, and Kane started pumping his hips, his sounds getting more desperate as things inside of him unraveled. He hunched over a bit as he came, his hips pumping out a few more shaky thrusts as he spilled into Adrian’s mouth. It felt unspeakably good, and still only a taste of what was to come. As Kane straightened up, he gave an unsteady chuckle and stroked Adrian’s hair again. His whole body felt a little trembly and tingly-warm, but he didn’t want to pull away yet.
Adrian loved those sounds and he took his time nuzzling and licking Kane's cock before pulling back and slipping his arms around his hips. "C'mere," he murmured, scooting back on the bed a bit and urging Kane to come with him. He wasn't even sure where he wanted him, on his lap or lying down with him, he just wanted to kiss him and touch him for a few minutes longer before they started getting ready. "Come kiss me," he added and his pulling paid off as Kane straddled him, his hard thighs against Adrian's making his arousal perk up a bit again. He reached up to cup the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, one hand still stroking his lower back and ass. He couldn't get enough of touching him, his hand straying down to 'his' scar, gripping Kane's thigh firmly.
Kane was more than happy to crawl into Adrian’s lap since his legs felt a bit unsteady. That was one thing he really appreciated about sleeping with men -- he could get into positions like this and not feel like he was crushing them. Adrian handled his weight easily, and the way his hands roamed everywhere made Kane’s chest feel overly full, even when his fingers reached the wound that had almost been fatal. It felt completely different to him now, like some secret badge of devotion and penance, a symbol that Kane belonged to Adrian in a way he would never belong to anyone else, and vice versa. That was probably all fucked up and twisted, but that was how he felt when Adrian touched it. Kane draped his arms around Adrian’s shoulders and returned the kiss, his own fingers sliding up the back of his neck into his hair. He felt like he could do this all damn night -- make each other come, kiss and cuddle until they were hard again, then more orgasms, then more making out, until they just couldn’t stay awake anymore. Kane wanted more out of this trip, but he had to admit it was tempting to stay in this nice room and be completely indulgent. “You’re so fucking perfect,” Kane murmured against his lips, giving the back of his neck a squeeze.
"No I'm not," Adrian retorted with a smile. "Neither are you. But that's okay. We're still hot as fuck." They were both far from perfect and yet together they felt perfect, like everything fit just right in ways he hadn't known he was missing before he had it. "I'm fucking crazy about you," he whispered between kisses and it still felt like such a weird thing to admit to out loud, like he should still have some kind of an armor up. They were way past that now and he didn't want to even try to keep up a wall if he didn't need one. He already kept so many secrets and tried so hard to not even think the wrong things around people, he wanted to not have to do that with Kane. "You know that, right?" he added, Kane's grip on the back of his neck grounding him and making him reel all at the same time.
Perfect was subjective, Kane supposed. Adrian was somehow perfect for him, and that was what he meant, but he didn’t have to say it. It seemed pretty obvious that Adrian felt the same way, even to a dumbass like him. “Crazy ‘bout me, crazy in general ... yeah I know,” Kane murmured, grinning against Adrian’s lips. He kissed him again with a bit more force, enjoying that hot fluttering in his chest that Adrian always seemed to cause when he talked like that. It made everything feel bubbly but scary and confusing too because none of this made any sense. It was so hard to care about that when it felt this good though. Kane pulled back again for a deeper breath and nudged their noses together. “I thought I’d never get to feel this again,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing at a spot behind Adrian’s ear. It was his first instinct to make a joke out of everything, but Kane did want him to know he was sincere. “And it’s ... fuckin’ strong.” Kane huffed and smiled a little.
That sounded a lot like 'I love you' and Adrian's stomach did a summersault that was part fear but mostly pleasure. "I didn't even know I could feel like this," he admitted because everything he felt with Kane was so much stronger and more intense than anything he imagined when he was pining for a boyfriend. He'd always liked the idea of something nice and sexy, but Kane just blew those fantasies out of the water. "I didn't know it could be like this." He didn't feel vulnerable saying these things, not when Kane felt the same, not when this man was straddling his lap naked, touching him so reverently. "Fucking strong is one way to put it."
It felt different than it had with AJ, because Kane was in a completely different place in his life, but he was glad now that he’d had one love under his belt. The intensity of all of this might have been too much if this was his first experience with it. He worried a little that it might spook Adrian ... but the other man was still there underneath him, warm and solid and real. Present and wide open to him. Kane’s walls were down too, and he could feel that vulnerability between them almost like a physical thing. He cupped Adrian’s jaw with both hands and kissed him a few more times before he pulled back to look him in the eyes. “I’m gonna try not to fuck it up. I want this, whatever it’s gonna be.”
It was scary and overwhelming, especially since Adrian had no idea how far he could really take this. He tried not to think about it because that came with making decisions he wasn't ready to make and he wasn't going to flip his whole life upside down only to find out this was just a flash in the pan. He wasn't a reckless teenager and as intense as this felt, he knew things could change in a heartbeat. At the same time he wasn't sure how long he could live his life in a lie, whether Kane was part of the truth or not. It was all big, too big, too scary. Kane's words should be terrifying if he thought about them too hard, but they felt like a caress of their own, making his stomach flutter again. 'Whatever it's gonna be' left space for this to become many things and he didn't feel pressured at the moment to take some specific road. It was also just hard to panic when Kane was looking at him like this and Adrian felt like he could drown in those earnest brown eyes so how could he panic? "If you fuck it up I'll fuck you up," he teased, but his words carried no real weight and he was quick to add, "I want this too."
Kane wanted to give him that space on purpose, to let him know that he wasn’t expecting Adrian to invite him over to Sunday dinner with the parents anytime soon. Sometimes it made him ache deeply to know he was the dark dirty secret in the life of someone he actually cared about ... but at the same time, Kane had no idea how to behave as a normal boyfriend. Nothing about his life was normal anyway, he was dark and dirty, so maybe this was just what he was built for. He would love Adrian as best he could until it inevitably ended, and maybe Adrian would go on his way primed to fall in love with someone else who could actually be good for him. Someone who hadn’t murdered him. In Kane’s mind, Adrian still had the potential to live a normal life if that was what he wanted. For himself, on the other hand ... Kane felt like this was it. Unless he started over fresh somewhere and lied about a lot of things, there wouldn’t be another serious partner. Nobody else in the world was going to understand him and his life like this. But fuck it, now wasn’t the time to dwell on the end. He could be depressed about it all later. Kane tried to shake off all of those unwelcome predictions and just focus on the here and now. He smirked faintly at the tease and dipped in close again to nip at Adrian’s bottom lip. “Try it, bitch,” he murmured warmly, then started to climb off of him. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up so I can take you out like a real boy.”
For a second Adrian had a flutter of nerves because what if he hadn't packed nice enough clothes and Kane wanted to go somewhere far fancier than they'd agreed on. He was going to get a suit for Mila's wedding but he hadn't bought one yet and his wardrobe wasn't exactly vast and varied. He calmed down once they'd cleaned up and he saw what Kane was wearing and that his own clothes were passable and it was yet another thing he had never imagined he'd be doing with Kane: Fretting about clothes. "Where are you taking me?" he asked after they got their boots on and he leaned in to steal another kiss and a quick sniff of Kane's neck. He liked him dirty - though he'd protest Kane's idea that he was dark and dirty in every way - but clean like this he smelled amazing in a way that reminded Adrian of how people still picked mates based on pheromones. Maybe that only applied to straight people but he was definitely drawn in by the way Kane smelled.
Kane had one single suit jacket and some decent pants, but those were pretty much ‘weddings and funerals’ clothes to him. And clothes for crashing fancy parties so he could fuck a rich lady in a dark hallway, but hey. For this trip he’d just brought the decent pants and a button down shirt and planned to leave it at that. The dark gray and midnight blue color combo looked pretty good on him in the bathroom mirror, so Kane figured that was nice enough for a date. He rested his hand on Adrian’s hip when he got closer for a smooch, unable to resist smiling faintly at the sniff. Adrian looked goddamn delicious all over again, the most ‘dressed up’ Kane had ever seen him, and he already wanted to peel those clothes off of him. It was a good energy to carry forward into their evening, he thought. “There’s a nice Italian place close by ... I assume you’re good with pasta?” he asked as they stepped out of their room. “I know it won’t be as good as your mama’s, but better than anyplace in Point Pleasant, I’m sure.”
They looked damn good together, Adrian was sure. He almost wanted to take a selfie with Kane for keepsakes but that spiraled into thinking how he could keep that locked away somewhere safe and maybe it was a weird thing to do anyway so he didn't suggest it. Oh well, he'd remember this anyway, the blue of Kane's shirt complimented the dim red of his own and he was glad they'd already gotten off once today or the sexual tension might be too much to handle in public. "I'm good with anything," he admitted though pasta sounded really good, pasta with lots of veggies would be even better and he hoped they served some good salads. He wondered if he knew the place or if it was relatively new. It had been interesting to come back and see what had changed and what hadn't - both in Portland and Point Pleasant. Five years was a long time to be gone.
The restaurant wasn’t far and it was a nice night out, but since they planned to go somewhere else after dinner, Kane opted to take his SUV. After a brief drive and another parking spot, he flashed Adrian a little smile and muttered “stay put.” Kane pushed his door open to hop out and he jogged around to the passenger side and opened Adrian’s door for him, grinning crookedly. It was probably unbearably cheesy, but he wanted to treat this like a date, and that included the little things like that. He just hoped Adrian could relax into it and actually act like a couple with him while they were out in public. It wasn’t like his family was going to impulsively drive to Portland for this exact restaurant tonight, they were safe.
"Oh my God," Adrian groaned with a smile because it was undeniably cheesy but also so damn sweet and that grin on Kane's face was to die for. He got out and brushed his fingers along Kane's arm in an appreciative gesture, gazing at him for a moment too long probably as Kane closed the door. He wasn't worried about his family showing up, but in the back of his mind he did worry a bit about people he'd used to know, some of them he'd even met recently. Even then it wasn't a real worry, none of those people were going to tattle on him, none of them really knew his family. "I like this look on you," he said. "All chivalrous and shit. I'm feeling very taken care of." He might not always like that but he did right now and it came off as a compliment, his eyes narrowed in appreciation, his smile lingering.
“I make everything look good,” Kane murmured with a smug glance. It was bravado, he was deeply insecure about his ability to do any of this the right way, but it seemed like he was on the right track so far. He just told himself to be careful not to feminize Adrian too much, like he was on a date with a woman he had to mind his manners for. Kane didn’t really know how gay guys dated, and he didn’t want to be insulting by accident. “This is just a taste of the taking-care you’re gonna get,” he added, patting Adrian’s ass before they moved away from the car. It was tempting to link arms with him or take his hand or something, but he over thought it and then they were suddenly at the door. The place was Nice and smelled amazing inside, and Kane tried not to feel out of place as he gave the host his name to look up their reservation.
He was in luck because Adrian had no idea how gay guys dated either and nothing in his life had really prepared him for going on an actual gay date. At least it wasn't a blind date so it felt natural to just wing it and have fun. A blind date wouldn't have gotten away with patting his ass either but Kane was right, he did make everything look good. Also effortless somehow so Adrian just relaxed and followed his lead for now. "Got it, you're gonna pamper me," he murmured, more to himself than Kane and he was enjoying it though he knew he wouldn't push Kane to do all the stupid shit his old prankster and petty-revenge brain could think of. The restaurant was promising and while it was crowded, their table had a decent amount of privacy. Adrian was relieved to see they could sit across from each other without either of them turning their back to the entrance, he'd gotten into that habit in the last few years and he was willing to bet Kane was worse, if anything. They were two very damaged and jumpy individuals and they would have ended up sitting side by side while eating if it came to that - which admittedly would have been nice even if it probably looked weird. "I like this place, I don't think I've ever been here before," he commented as they took their seats and picked up the menus.
Kane planned to enjoy himself just as much, but he did want to pamper Adrian. The guy was just coming off of years of living in his car, hand to mouth -- a mouth that was constantly starving. He deserved to sit back and enjoy some of the finer things, to be treated right. Have some fucking fun for once. Kane didn’t indulge in stuff like this nearly as much as he could afford to, not seeing much sense in it just for himself. It felt completely different with someone else along. “It had a lot of good Google reviews,” he said as he picked up his menu, huffing a bit sheepishly. It was in a nice part of town too, but Kane was still relieved to be sitting along the wall where they could see the door. “Wish I could buy you a drink,” he murmured as his eyes scanned down the list of wine and booze on offer. “Would a sip of something I got really just put you under the table?” He’d seen Adrian very drunk before, but Kane had no idea how much he’d actually had that night. Maybe that had only been a swallow from a friend’s glass, or a single shot or something.
"I honestly don't know," Adrian replied, arching his brows as he thought about it. The night he'd gone drinking was a bit of a blur but he knew for a fact he hadn't been drugged or anything since what he'd drank was the same drink Shane was drinking and he did remember watching him chug the rest of it when Adrian couldn't handle more. "The night I kissed you-" he said and it felt weird to say that out loud in a public space but kind of good at the same time. "I had about this much of some fruity pink thing." He held his fingers about three inches apart or less, giving Kane a pained little smile. "I know those fruity drinks are hard hitters but I'm not sure I'm ready to test a beer in public. Unless your chivalry extends to carrying me home?" He cocked a brow and it was too easy to imagine Kane doing that considering he'd carried Adrian before - under wildly different circumstances.
He looked at that measurement with assessing eyes, pondering how strong the pink stuff had been. Adrian could maybe tolerate one shot of something strong, or half a beer. Not that Kane wanted to push him on it, he just wanted him to enjoy himself as much as possible. He should have brought the weed along, he realized too late. “I mean, it would,” he said with a little grin. He knew he could do it, but taking care of a super-drunk Adrian wasn’t the best use of their night here. They could do those experiments back at home. “But that would get in the way of everything I wanna do to you later, so ... maybe we can test it out another time.” He might have felt more selfish saying that if it wasn’t so clear that Adrian was looking forward to it all too. Kane looked at the menu again to decide what he wanted.
As sad as Adrian was about the 'not being able to drink' part, it sometimes seemed to him that everyone else around him was more upset about it, like he'd just been excluded from some very important social ritual. Was this how sober alcoholics felt all the time? "They have light beer," he murmured. "We can pretend." He grinned at Kane to show him he really wasn't bothered and that he was far more interested in what was coming later than he was in experimenting with booze. He'd enjoyed being that drunk, he couldn't lie, and it had gotten him to kiss Kane. He had no idea how things might have turned out if he hadn't; they might still be doing an awkward circling around each other or avoiding each other completely and that would have been a damn shame. "Maybe I'll ask that witch to help me out with that too, when I finally pay him," he added, though he wasn't so sure that wasn't beneath D'Onofrio, more of a party trick than real and important magic. "I don't mind being sober," he said a second later, because it felt important to make that clear. "I have way too much fun with you for that to matter."
Kane felt a little wary on his behalf of asking witches for help with anything, but Adrian already had and it had worked, so what did Kane know about it? It was just an old ingrained caution that came from the magic that had been done to him when he’d gotten his tattoos. That had been a traumatic stretch of days ... but it had worked too. It just all called up protective feelings in him that he wasn’t quite used to. The last bit made him chuckle and he glanced up again, one eyebrow lifting in surprise. He didn’t think anybody had described time with him as ‘fun’ before, at least not to his face. It was especially ironic to hear it from Adrian, but it also gave him a really warm feeling in his chest. “Well hell ... glad I don’t drive you to drink,” he said with a chuckle. “I dunno if I’d make it in life without booze, so ... you’re a stronger man than me.” That was probably true for a lot of reasons, though. Their waiter showed up a second later to take their drink and appetizer orders.
That was probably a red flag right there but it wasn't like Adrian was planning a future with Kane, hoping to build something or even just move in with him. It was none of his business how much Kane drank beyond the fact that he was apparently dumb enough to care about him now. At least he didn't have to comment on it, thanks to their waiter, and he focused on ordering, waiting until the waiter left before he spoke again. "I don't know if I'd ask a witch about something like this," he admitted. "The guy who helped me is..." He shook his head. "I don't know if I trust him. He charges way too much anyway." That wasn't a good reason to avoid being helped but it was more concrete than this faint bad feeling he had about Caius D'Onofrio. He couldn't back that up with any evidence, the man just made him feel a little uneasy and small. Maybe it was just the fact that he was rich and powerful, but Adrian didn't think so. Then again there were a lot of things he felt he wasn't sure he could trust anymore. "So I'll just... I don't know. Not drink." He smirked. "I'll just taste it on you."
He immediately didn’t like the sound of the guy, and Kane was tempted to press Adrian to give up his name, but he managed to resist asking. Kane didn’t fuck around with witches, except in the sexy way apparently. Adrian might not trust him and he might be getting overcharged, but that wasn’t enough of a reason to go courting trouble. Kaneknew another witch, and it crossed his mind that maybe Brianna could help Adrian, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to bring her up when he didn’t even know if she could do anything. Maybe he would ask. But maybe not, because the thought of the two of them meeting each other was weird. “Maybe you’ll figure something out,” he said with a little shrug. “Or you’ll build up a tolerance again. Maybe he like, hit a hard reset on your whole metabolism or something. I dunno. Doesn’t seem like you’re missin’ it too much. If you’re happy with weed and my tongue, that works for me.” Kane offered him a wolfish grin.
"I am very happy with weed and your tongue," Adrian said and while he didn't usually feel self conscious about that stuff, something about saying these words in a public setting made him feel a little sheepish and his smile said as much. "Now shut up or you're gonna start making blush," he murmured as he looked around before focusing back on Kane, his grin growing a bit as he wondered if he looked as lovesick as he felt. He liked the idea that maybe his system had just been reset, it gave him some hope that things would feel more normal given some time. The only flaw in that theory was that he'd never been very sensitive to alcohol to begin with.