Who: Adrian and Kane When: late morning, Friday, July 6 Where: Out and about in Portland then hotel Warning: NSFW Status: Complete, Part 2
Adrian did look pretty dreamy eyed, and it gave Kane some pleasant butterflies in his gut. Someone looking at him like that was almost surreal, especially because he felt the same way. “Naw, you’re cute when you blush,” he murmured warmly. The flirting felt like it came easy even in this setting -- he’d picked up guys in bars, and those were public places. It was a little different to already know they were spending the night together, but it was no less exciting, which surprised him a little. He’d never spent enough time with one person to get bored of them, so he wasn’t even sure where that line was inside of himself, if it even existed. All of this was still so new, so only time would tell, but Kane was more eager to find out than he would’ve predicted. “So is this where I start asking you your favorite colors and shit?” He smirked. “If you could be any animal what would you be, what’s your sign?”
"Wait, you don't already know all those things? I thought you were supposed to be stalking me," Adrian said with feigned offense before grinning again but despite it being a joke he did give Kane a cocked-brow look that said he really wasn't keeping up as well as he should be; a second-rate stalker. "Or maybe you already know it all, so this is where you don't need to be asking." He had no idea what to talk about on a date either though, normally dates came before the sex - and the fighting - but they were well past that. This was more of a nice opportunity to hang out somewhere for an evening. "I should be asking you, you're the mysterious one," he added. "So what's your sign?" He didn't really believe in all that shit, but it was an icebreaker and those were good for any occasion.
“Mysterious, shit,” Kane scoffed, but he couldn’t help but smirk some more as he did so. He didn’t try to be mysterious, he just didn’t talk about himself to anyone much, and he did so with complete honesty even less often. Adrian already knew more about him than anyone else did. “Scorpio,” he answered with a chuckle and a small shrug. “Not that I follow any of that shit. Just can’t use it as a pick up line if you don’t know your own. And you’re ... April, right? See, I’m a good stalker. I just dunno where that falls in the zodiac.” Kane gave him a sheepish sort of smile. There hadn’t exactly been volumes of information out there to comb through about Adrian, but Kane had seen his birth -- and estimated death -- date a few times, and he’d scrolled Adrian’s old social media enough to see people wishing him happy birthday and all that shit. “And judging by your wardrobe, I would guess favorite color is black, but maybe you just like to play ninja.”
Adrian snickered at that, feeling a little called out. He did wear a lot of black, but there was a good and logical reason for that. "Black is good when you don't have a big wardrobe," he explained. "If you're wearing the same shit every day, people notice it less if it's not in color. I had a decent amount of colorful clothes back in the day, not too much but enough." There were some items of clothing he actually missed and it was sometimes tempting to visit some thrift stores to see if they had anything that felt even remotely similar - worn and comfortable. "But yeah you're right, April. Which makes me Aries. All I know about it is I'm supposed to be stubborn and argumentative." He tilted his head and gave Kane a playful indignant and quizzical look. "Doesn't sound familiar."
Kane nodded his understanding of the color theory. He couldn’t judge, he owned and wore a lot of black too, for the pure utility of it being good camouflage at night and not showing dirt and blood as much as any other color. As far as appreciating its beauty as a color though, it wasn’t his favorite. He laughed a bit at that look from Adrian and did his best to look innocently clueless. “I’ve never met anybody like that in my life,” Kane said, shaking his head and pursing his lips a bit. Nevermind that could describe both of them, plus Bailey ... so pretty much everyone Kane talked to on a regular basis. He was willing to bet Brianna was pretty stubborn in her own right, too. Kane couldn’t keep from grinning for long. “Shit, who are the stars to judge us, you know? Big gassy assholes. Go anywhere else in space and the constellations wouldn’t even be the same, so I don’t get how astrology’s supposed to work anyway.”
"Maybe if we were born on a different planet we'd get different zodiacs," Adrian speculated, pausing only to smile with appreciation as the waiter brought their drinks before he continued. "Maybe we'd get cooler ones and not like scales and goats. I just remember a friend of mine in school getting shit for being a virgo, because that shit is hilarious when you're ten. Are you a girl?” He'd laughed too and it wasn't exactly a proud moment but... he'd been ten. "But yeah it doesn't make much sense, everyone born in the same month is this way or that." He clucked his tongue and shook his head. "It's just fun nonsense I guess, like palm reading and tarot cards." And then again, so many of those things he had thought weren't real had turned out to be, it was getting harder and harder to dismiss things out of pocket.
“Yeah,” Kane agreed as he picked up his drink. He couldn’t help but notice and appreciate the way Adrian acknowledged the waiter. You could tell a lot about a person by how they treated servers. Not that he expected Adrian to be that kind of asshole, it was just nice. “I’m sure there’s some witch out there who can make that shit actually work for them, but yeah for the most part it’s just entertaining. The kind of general shit anybody can read into. ... though I’ve been told Scorpios are mysterious, so maybe it’s not all bullshit.” He shot Adrian a smirk and shifted one of his legs under the table to nudge their shins together. The dumb part was, he didn’t want to be mysterious to Adrian. He kind of liked this whole feeling of being seen and known, now that he knew it was safe.
Adrian almost told him that he wasn't as mysterious as he thought he was, but even with the way Kane had told him things and opened up to him, he did still feel like a mystery on so many levels so that wouldn't be true. Adrian might not know shit about astrology but Scorpio sounded weirdly right for Kane. "Tall, dark, mysterious stranger," he murmured instead. "I'm feeling a bit like a romance novel cliche here." He tilted his head and smirked at Kane as he cocked an eyebrow. "Did you really grow up in Point Pleasant? Go through all the boring, normal shit in Chamberlain High like the rest of us?" It was hard to picture Kane as a gangly teenager, but maybe he'd always been cool. A rough tough kid that was definitely the type Adrian would have stayed away from.
Kane chuckled and nodded. “Yeah I really did. I hung out in the Fallows, went to the Orion all the time, Moxie’s ... All four years I was there, the second shower from the left in the boy’s locker room was busted. Kinda feels like it was somebody else’s life, now.” Sometimes he wondered how his life would’ve turned out if he wasn’t a reaper, or if his dad hadn’t been a raging asshole. Would he have ended up as one of these blue collar guys who never got away from their hometown? If he hadn’t been a soldier, Kane had no idea what he would’ve ended up doing. He took a sip from his drink. “I was a few years ahead of you, I think,” he added in a murmur.
"A few years, yeah," Adrian replied with a little grin that said he knew exactly how many. He had read Kane's medical file back at the hospital after all so he knew Kane had a decade on him. It didn't seem like a big deal, not with everything else going on. They weren't bonding over what bands they listened to in high school or what tv shows they watched growing up; their bond was different and a lot more problematic if he cared to admit it. "That damn shower was still busted when I graduated," he added and laughed, only a little weirded out by that small detail he'd forgotten all about suddenly popping up in this context. Like their lives had touched long before this in a small way and it felt a little too surreal. "It probably still is. More important shit to spend money on. Do you still have any friends in town?" he asked and it was weird to think of Kane having a life outside of hunting and fucking him which he fully accepted was very self centered of him.
He knew how much older than Adrian he was the same way he knew his birth month, all of that stalking research. It sounded like Adrian was aware too, and Kane gave him a half-smile that was a little sheepish. Their age gap didn’t seem too important to him either, except when his thoughts were spiraling out about them having any future potential. There was so much else that was bonding them together, but who knew how long those bonds would hold. Kane tilted his head back and forth in a noncommittal gesture at the question. “Nobody close,” he answered. “Some of the guys I hung around with are still there. I’ve had a couple of catch up beers, but ...” Kane trailed off and shrugged. It sounded so pathetic to say out loud that he didn’t have any friends, but that was kind of true. Kane had plenty of connections, but he wouldn’t call any of them friends. They hardly knew him. “Do you? How long were you living in Portland?”
"On and off seven or eight years, maybe six in total," Adrian replied but he'd have to sit down and do the math if he wanted to give a more accurate answer. It all seemed to blur together. "Probably more, hell. I came here straight out of high school. Fuck, what is time, you know? And I'm... making new friends. I know a lot of people here in Portland but none of them is close to me except through my old friends. Josh's fiancée, Simon's sister, former co-workers. But yeah, making new friends in Point Pleasant, through work mostly. It's just hard, you know, rebuilding, getting close to people. Everything is so different." Or maybe he was the only thing that was different but that made his perception of the place completely different so it all boiled down to the same thing. "I can't even imagine going back to not knowing about everything, you know?"
So Adrian had bailed on Point Pleasant as soon as he was able, just like Kane had. Well not just like -- Adrian had probably had goals for himself in mind, ambition to go to school and become a nurse and do something positive with his life. Kane had just been desperate to escape his father, and doubted his ability to do anything but fight and kill. There was a lot more to being a soldier, he’d discovered, but that had been all that was in his head when he signed up. He nodded a little, his thumb idly rubbing the smooth curve of his drink glass. “I’ve known about too much fucked up shit since I was like ... ten or eleven, so I get that,” he murmured. “It does make everything different. It’s good you’re hittin’ it off with people again though. Trust me, those social muscles get real rusty if you don’t use them for long enough.” Kane huffed a bit and took another drink.
"Yeah, I noticed," Adrian tittered and he wasn't so sure he wanted to tell Kane all about how damn awkward he'd been at Toby's party when he'd once been a social butterfly with a flare. "Figured I needed some grease and that's... well, you met me that night." He smirked because the memory might be a little foggy but how could he forget that he'd kissed Kane rather desperately right outside his sister's door that night. No regrets there, maybe getting completely wasted from just a few sips had actually been a good thing for once. He couldn't help but watch the way Kane handled that glass, every little detail of what that man did was so damn appealing to him, it was a fixation. "I'm surprised you ever left the house as a kid, knowing what's out there."
Kane remembered that night perfectly vividly -- probably more so than Adrian did, since he’d been sober -- and it made his groin tingle every time he thought about it. So many things between them still felt so intense, but that night had really been on another level. One corner of his mouth lifted as he brought his drink up for another sip. The scotch was warming up his insides, making parts of him feel incrementally more relaxed. Reminding him of that kiss was not helping Adrian’s case when it came to not drinking, in Kane’s mind, because damn. Though he supposed they had no reason to hold back anymore, they were in it now. “Yeah well ... I had a worse monster at home,” he murmured with a dark chuckle. Kane arched a brow across the table at Adrian. “You get along with your old man?”
"Yeah," Adrian said and it almost felt like something to be ashamed of, knowing he'd had it so much better than Kane. "My dad's great, it's my mom you gotta look out for." He grinned, showing he was joking mostly, but it was still true on some levels. He wasn't really worried about his dad's reaction to finding out he was gay, but Maria Moretti would probably cry and that's about as far as he got thinking about how she'd react before guilt shut him down. He didn't think his parents would ever disown him or anything that drastic, but the guilt trips his mother was capable of were intense and he'd only experienced those for relatively minor things. "I had a really blessed life for about twenty-seven years," he said with a faint smile. "I mean, there were ups and downs, but definitely no monsters at home." And that was how it should be for everyone, kids shouldn't be afraid of their parents, home should be a sanctuary from the scary things outside.
He felt that pop of jealousy that always came with hearing about someone else’s normal and safe childhood, but Kane didn’t let it show. It would pass. At least Adrian had turned out to be a good person, and didn’t seem to have taken his upbringing for granted like a lot of people did. “That’s a good thing,” Kane told him lightly. “Or you would’a turned out even more fucked up than you already are.” He grinned crookedly. He didn’t want to fall down a self-pitying rabbit hole about his abused childhood, or start some kind of ‘who had it worse’ contest. Life just tended to assfuck everybody in some way -- Kane had a shitty violent father, Adrian watched a bunch of his friends die in front of him, Kane was burdened with reaping the dead, Adrian had felt on the brink of starving for years on end. They had suffering in common. But that very moment was supposed to be a good one, so he tried to divert them. “How’d you take it when Mila was born? I was real put out at first that Bailey wasn’t a boy, but I got over it pretty fast.”
"Oh man," Adrian tittered. "I don't remember much about it but I know my mom practically brainwashed me with how important it was gonna be, it was so intense and I was gonna be like a superhero to her. I caught on it wasn't all that a few years in, I do remember that much. I mean, I took it seriously until she was old enough to tease, and then I was horrible to her all the time." He laughed because even now it was funny, though he'd probably be furious if he saw kids acting that way. "Five year olds are so gullible, I mean you can tell them anything and as a ten year old boy?" He sucked air through his teeth, his grin turning a little guilty. "Yeah, I was a dick. How about you? Good brother or bad brother?"
Kane grinned as Adrian laughed. It was extremely easy to picture him being a hellion of an older brother, but still probably ready to throw down on her behalf the second she needed it. Kane winced a little and tilted his head to one side. “I was kinda ... all over the place with her,” he said. “When we were young, I’d kick the shit outta anybody who looked at her funny, but I’d beat up on her too when she pissed me off. Not like, bad bad, but y’know ... kids. I loved her a lot. I used to tickle her ‘til she cried. And then the reaping started and I just ... between that and my dad ... I started to neglect her. I was tryin’ to shut so much out, I shut her out too. And then I got out as soon as I could and left her behind.” It wasn’t a cute story, but it was honest, something he seemed compelled to be with Adrian. Kane chuckled and knocked back the rest of what was in his glass. “Sorry. Fuckin’ downer. It’s complicated, with me and Bailey, but we’re gettin’ closer lately.”
"It was different, but I left too," Adrian murmured. "I think she did okay but I felt a little guilty and like... Shit I hope she doesn't get bullied now that I'm not there to intimidate those assholes in her class. It's the big brother tax, you gotta look out for them. There's nothing that makes you feel quite as powerful as being a fourteen year old scaring the crap out of a nine year old who deserves it, you know?" He winced and laughed, well aware of how awful that was but that kid had scared Mila and so he'd deserved it. "Nobody picks on my sister but me." He gave Kane a warm smile after his antics and shrugged. "Your sister turned out okay, it seems. Like she's got her shit together." He knew appearances could be deceiving and he really didn't know anything about Bailey, but she had a job and she'd come pick her brother up when he was in danger. That was more than many.
Awful or not, Kane related to that feeling of power, he’d always gotten a fierce joy out of putting the hurt on those who had earned it. He still felt it on a good hunt, only sharper and more evolved. “Yeah, she’s a tough badass,” Kane answered with obvious affection. He wasn’t completely convinced she had all of her shit together, but he wasn’t going to say so to Adrian. Everybody had problems, Bailey’s weren’t his to divulge. “She’s salty though, so apologies in advance if she’s an asshole to you.” He laughed quietly and shook his head a bit. Bailey didn’t want to have anything to do with this thing between them, but Kane knew it was probably inevitable that they would cross paths eventually. “Mila seems real sweet. What do you think of your almost-brother-in-law? I never liked mine, I’m glad they split up.”
"He's like the brother I never had," Adrian said and his smile turned a little sheepish. "Which is pretty telling about his character, I kinda attacked him when I first got home. Mila was missing and I was out of my mind, thought he had something to do with it." He narrowed his eyes playfully and raised his drink at Kane. "But you already know all about that, don't you? My stalker." Why was that word so damn sexy to him? Stalker. It shouldn't be, Adrian knew that. The mere idea of it should be making him cringe and avoid Kane but even before he got to know him it had tickled him in a way he couldn't justify. He'd felt desired, wanted, interesting and Kane had felt so dark and exciting. To most people it meant some unhinged and unwanted creep, but with Kane it just reminded Adrian of a predator, and in this scenario he actually didn't mind being the prey.
Adrian had definitely come a long way from that half-feral shiny-eyed guy feasting on a dead deer by the side of the road, and Kane had seen a lot of his progress. He would’ve felt worse about it all if there wasn’t that wicked glint in Adrian’s eye when he said the word. Instead it gave him a flutter of excitement in his gut. It was fucked up, but stalking Adrian had been enticing as fuck. Kane had caught him, so to speak, but he still felt that predatory urge in his chest just as strongly. He still wanted him, as much and for as long as he could get him. Maybe that should be surprising, but it just felt so natural and right. “It’s gonna be a lot easier to stalk you once you move in,” he said with a sly little grin. “So you best get used to it.”
Adrian knew very well what Kane meant by those words 'once you move in'. He just meant when Adrian got a place of his own, but the way he put it made it sound a lot like 'when you move in with me'. It was insane that Adrian felt that pull again like he wanted exactly that and he had to stop himself from picturing what their place would look like if they actually settled in and settled down. Still, it made him feel a little warmer inside and he really hoped he could get a place in Castle View, close to Kane. "If that's supposed to be a threat, you're going about it all wrong," he murmured and nudged Kane's foot under the table. "Sounds more like a promise with that grin on your face."
He would be lying if Kane said that moving Adrian in with him hadn’t crossed his mind. Adrian seemed to have sparked up a bonfire of greed inside of him that he’d rarely felt about anything else. Kane didn’t care much about money or possessions -- but goddamn did he crave this man. His more rational brain knew that would be a crazy thing to do though, even more crazy than this relationship was in the first place. He hadn’t lived with anybody since his days in the barracks, and never with a partner. Kane didn’t want to kill this by accident, too early. Plus, that would more or less force Adrian out of the closet, and he didn’t seem ready for that. Just being neighbors would be exciting enough, they could keep their own space but still be close by. Still smirky, he nudged Adrian back. “You don’t really sound like you mind,” he commented, more delightful twinges in his stomach. “I can turn up at your place ... slip inside, push you up against your own front door ...”
The rational answer here was to establish boundaries but Adrian's grin just widened a bit as he imagined that scenario. Aside from how hot it was, he liked the sound of having his own front door and having Kane push him up against it was even better. He felt like his arousal was written all over his face and his grin turned sheepish when the waiter strode to their table with their food. He had to remind himself that it was okay that he was obviously more than just buddies with Kane, nobody here cared or had the ability to make it a problem for him at home. "Thank you," he murmured, then tittered quietly as the waiter left. "You're fucking awful, you know that?" he told Kane but there was nothing but appreciation in those words.
Kane could clearly see how much Adrian liked that idea, which only encouraged that particular fantasy. As the waiter set their plates down, he wondered idly what Adrian’s apartment would end up looking like, once he got settled and financially able to buy stuff for himself. Would it stay spartan and blank like Kane’s? Or would he put up art and get cool furniture and have a sense of style? It made Kane want to see pictures of where he lived before his life was turned on its head. The accusation made him grin and he reached for his fresh drink to give Adrian a little salute. “Fucking awful, but awful good at it,” Kane murmured and drank to himself. His stomach definitely wanted more than liquor though, so he picked up his fork to dig into the gorgeous pasta in front of him.
It was good food and eating with Kane was a bit of a novelty that made Adrian glad they were sharing a meal for the first time. He was in control now, not gulping down pounds and pounds of raw meat like some starving beast. This was so much nicer, a good salad at a nice restaurant without that horrible hunger turning him blind to everything around him. This way he could watch Kane too, take little pauses between bites just to watch him or participate in random chatter and it was oh so nice. He'd been worried they'd end up sitting there in awkward silence with nothing really in common beyond their horny escapades but he was enjoying himself and that just made Kane all the more appealing. Maybe that was a bad thing, maybe a terrible date would have put a stop to this and that might have been a good thing, but he was glad that wasn't how things were panning out.
Eating with another person was something that Kane rarely did. He and Bailey had shared takeout quite a few times when he was healing up at her place, but other than that, he tended to eat alone, in his car or hovering over the kitchen sink. It was such a basic human thing, a social touchstone that he hadn’t realized he was missing until about halfway through their meal. He found himself looking up more and more too, noticing the way Adrian’s lips moved as he chewed, how he held utensils in those long fingers. The conversation still felt natural, and even the silences while they both had their mouths full were comfortable. Kane relished the way their ankles and shins stayed entangled under the table. By the time they were done and he was pulling his wallet out to pay the check, part of Kane felt very ready to drag Adrian right back to the hotel. He’d promised more than that, though. “Okay, so ... this is where you got options,” he said, glancing up from his cash with a little smile. “What appeals to you more -- a movie? A club where there’s dancing? Something else?”
Both of those options were very appealing and Adrian arched a brow, distracting himself from the bill with deciding what he really wanted to do. "Can you dance?" he asked and something about being out here in front of people had him feeling brave, like it really didn't matter who saw them do what, it'd all be okay. "Or are you just gonna grind on me?" He added cheekily as he tried to imagine Kane dancing. It didn't even really matter if he could or not because if he couldn't, Adrian could show him some moves and it'd be cute. If he could however.. Adrian might just die. It'd be too much to see this man moving like that, he was already lethal with just the way he walked.
“I mean, I didn’t miss my calling to be on Broadway or nothin’, but I can hold my own,” Kane assured him, amused. He actually kind of enjoyed going clubbing -- he got laid the most from bars and clubs, and not feeling obligated to make conversation over the music was preferable sometimes. A lot of times. His dancing was admittedly full of grinding, but that wasn’t the only thing he could do, and something told him Adrian wouldn’t mind too much. “Can you?” He reached over to snag the bill from Adrian and tucked enough cash into the little folder to cover everything plus a generous tip.
"Mmhmm," might not be a very verbal answer but it said a lot anyway and Adrian smirked knowingly because yes, he could dance. "Maria Moretti sent her children to dance lessons," he added then because while his answer had been plenty loud, well it probably required more explanation. "Mila hated it but my gay little heart latched on and I kept going for years. I was super popular too, not a lot of guys there. Don't worry, I won't show you up at the club, unless you take me to some actual ballroom place." He hadn't gone out dancing in years, for obvious reasons. He was probably rusty as hell and he had no idea how being at a club would feel after so long, but he was interested in going now, especially if it meant grinding against Kane.
Kane’s eyebrows shot up at that little tidbit and he had to laugh at his immediate mental picture of a lanky pubescent Adrian, all dressed up and ballroom dancing with girls he had zero interest in. “Ohmygod, you’re kidding, that’s perfect,” he said through his chuckles, swiping a thumb under one eye. “Now I really need to see you waltz or tango or whatever you learned.” It wasn’t going to be tonight, because Kane was clueless about all that fancy technical stuff and he wouldn’t even know where to go to do proper ballroom ... but some of it was pretty sexy to watch and he wouldn’t mind learning someday. “Maybe you can teach me sometime,” he added before he knocked back the last of his drink and moved to stand up. “I’ve always thought some of those Latin dances were hot.”
"I'll teach you sometime," Adrian promised as he got up as well. "I've seen the way you move those hips, you've got potential," he added more quietly, leaning in against Kane as he passed him to tell him this without everyone around them hearing. Aside from how hot it could be once Kane had actually learned some of those steps, Adrian thought it could be good fun to teach him. He was enjoying their time together tonight, relieved and excited to find that they could spend more than ten minutes together without sex and still have fun. Of course he was still stupidly horny for him so it was probably a good thing they'd taken the edge off before leaving the hotel. "You know, I've never been to a gay club," he said as they headed out. "I never dared to while I was living here. You wanna take me out for my first dance?"
He chuckled softly at the compliment, enjoying the way it was meant just for him. After Kane held the door for them to exit, he slipped his arm around Adrian for the walk back to the SUV. Eating dinner had made it harder to touch him, and that impulse was difficult to deny when Adrian was within reach. “Your first dance, except for all of that ballroom training you just bragged about?” Kane teased, glancing over at him with a half-grin. He was pretty sure he knew what Adrian meant, and for a brief moment he felt the pressure of being all of these Firsts for him. At the same time it appealed to the possessive parts of his nature -- Adrian belonged to him in so many ways now, he selfishly liked it. Kane just hoped he was up to the task to leave him with good memories of these firsts.
"First proper dance at an actual gay club," Adrian said a bit snarkily, thwapping Kane's side lightly where his hand was already resting. "You ass." It felt good to walk like that, they fit together well and he was a little surprised by how at ease he felt despite his usual paranoia about people seeing him. It felt like they were a lot farther away from home than they really were and he just wanted to enjoy this moment fully. So much so that before they reached Kane's car he stopped and pulled him aside on the sidewalk, feeling weirdly possessive and wanting to be seen. As if he could live authentically for one night without repercussions. "Kiss me," he demanded and while there weren't exactly a lot of people around, it was public enough for it to feel like a big deal.
Kane didn’t need to be told twice, his heart tripping up in his chest as that warmth Adrian was so good at creating in him shot through his gut. Kane turned his body toward Adrian’s and firmly pulled him in tight, one hand moving up to cup the side of his jaw. He kissed him with feeling, getting a little thrill of being out in public too. Not that an audience had stopped him much in the past, but this felt different. They weren’t at a club already, he wasn’t surrounded by other people trying to hook up for the night, he wasn’t even drunk, this was a big PDA outside of a restaurant. Kane made it count, parting his lips to taste Adrian deeper, unmindful of any of the cars or people passing them by.
The world didn't end, nobody stopped and yelled at them and Maria Moretti didn't suddenly materialize in the street crying. The only thing that happened was that Kane kissed him and Adrian wrapped his arms tightly around him as he kissed him back, his stomach doing little summersaults as he waited for the catastrophe that never came. It was liberating and he smiled when he pulled back, biting back some sappy shit he probably shouldn't say out loud. This might all be a flash in the pan but what a flash it was. He'd have this experience when it was over, he just had to remember to relax and enjoy the ride instead of waiting for it to crash.
It was a good kiss, and Kane felt melty inside as Adrian gave him that smile. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to deny Adrian anything in the face of it. Kane just gazed at him for a few heartbeats, then backed up a step and snagged Adrian’s hand in his. “C’mon, before I change my mind and take you right back to the hotel,” he murmured. They weren’t in real danger of that, now that he knew for sure that Adrian wanted to go dance, Kane was going to make it happen for him. Besides, having a couple more drinks and doing some grinding together was just going to serve as more foreplay for them. As much as he felt like he could fuck Adrian every hour on the hour, sometimes delayed gratification was delicious.
Adrian wasn't really sure what he'd been expecting when it came to going to an actual gay club. It was a club like any other, the vibe was a little different but like any club it was loud and he kind of wished he could numb himself with alcohol like everyone else was doing. He could see the appeal in coming there to meet guys and find community but he wasn't looking for either at the moment so he felt a little out of place there. This had been his decision though and he had Kane with him which made it all better somehow so he leaned into it, got ready to dance and tried not to feel awkward when Kane went to the bar to get a drink and he had to hang out alone for a minute. It was a bit weird to think that he would have loved coming here in his twenties if he hadn't been so heavily closeted. He'd genuinely liked clubs and bars back then but he'd also been able to drink. "Let's dance," he told Kane when he returned, slipping his arms around him in an almost possessive way like if he let him go out of his sight for too long, someone else might sweep him up and steal him away.
Kane half expected someone to be chatting Adrian up by the time he returned with his drink -- it made him feel a strange mixture of amused and territorial. His man was hot as hell, and here they were surrounded by other men who could appreciate that. It was silly, but part of Kane kind of wanted to chase one away, establish Adrian as his in a public sort of way. But Adrian was still alone and unmolested when he got back, and the way he put his arms around Kane gave him all kinds of hot dumb feelings in his core. Kane draped his own arm around Adrian’s shoulders and turned his head to drain his glass right then and there. He’d had a couple of shots at the bar too, and once this settled in he expected to be feeling pretty damn good. He set the glass down on a nearby table and escorted Adrian to the dance floor. The music was loud and pumping and it felt easy enough to fall into the rhythm when he could feel the bass vibrating in his ribcage. He gave Adrian a bit of space first so they could get into their flow.
Adrian felt a little weird at first, just being there and trying to dance, but the pounding rhythm made it easier and there were enough people on the dance floor that he didn't exactly feel watched. The dance floor felt like somewhere that was somehow removed from time and space, like it belonged in a whole other dimension and once he got over the initial awkwardness, it was easy to get swept away with that, especially when he had a very hot man to focus on. The music didn't really allow for slow dancing which was what he really wanted to do but after a couple of songs he moved in closer to Kane anyway, slipping his hands under his shirt and leaning in close to speak in his ear. "I feel like I might be getting too old for this shit," he said loud enough to be heard over the thundering music.
It was always enjoyable to watch Adrian’s body in any context, and it was obvious that he had some rhythm and skill as they danced together. Kane was finding it easier to imagine him gliding around the fancier type of dance floor. He was kind of hoping for a slower song too, but this didn’t seem like that kind of place, at least not on a jumping Friday night. Still, it felt good to move, and it was somewhat nice to let the music fill his brain and drown out everything else. Feeling Adrian’s hands against his skin was a lovely draw back to reality, and Kane grabbed his belt loops to pull their bodies in closer together, hips still rolling to the beat. “Nawww, you’re still a puppy,” he teased, nuzzling his cheek to Adrian’s. Kane had a whole decade on him and he still wasn’t sick of music this loud and crowds this dense, at least once in a while. But everybody was different. “You need a break?”
"I think I just need to take the edge off," Adrian replied, laughing at being called a puppy. It reminded him of those weirdos who liked puppy masks and leather but it was kinda cute at the same time, especially with the nuzzling. "You wanna get a beer so I can have a sip? Probably only need one. Maybe I should ask that bartender for a sample." He glanced toward the bar even if he couldn't really see much of it, grinning widely. He was kind of ready to go but Kane seemed to be having fun and he didn't want to wuss out too early and be boring and he was willing to bet that the drink Shane had given him had been a lot stronger than a beer so a sip might just do the trick to get him nicely tipsy.
Kane laughed a bit at the idea of sampling a beer at a place like this and patted Adrian’s ass. “You go get you a beer and I’ll finish it for you,” he said. “Put it on my tab. I gotta piss anyway.” He grinned and gave Adrian’s asscheek one more squeeze before he backed up a couple of steps. “Don’t wander too far.” Kane winked at him and then turned to head toward the bathroom. Maybe he was a bad influence, but he was totally in favor of a tipsy Adrian. He hadn’t been too sloppy drunk the last time, just very uninhibited, and Kane liked that side of him. The world belonged to them tonight, they could do whatever the fuck felt good in the moment.
By the time Kane got back from the bathroom, Adrian was still waiting at the bar. It had gotten more crowded and everyone was getting drinks it seemed. He noticed him and gave him a little grin that he hoped said it was fine and moments later he finally got his beer and moseyed over to where Kane was waiting. That weird feeling was still there, that if Adrian left his side for too long, someone else would come steal him away, but maybe it was plenty obvious to everyone they only had eyes for each other or something, or maybe it was just so early in the evening that everyone was still drinking in their courage to hit on other people. "Here goes nothing," Adrian told him as he stepped up to him and took a sip of the beer. It tasted amazing in that way where he wanted to gulp it all down, but the last time he'd had a whole beer he'd ended up drowsy drunk on Toby's couch.
Kane was content to wait on the sidelines for Adrian, and he couldn’t stop the smile that took over his face when he was on his way over. He sidled in close and bumped their hips together, his arm sneaking around Adrian’s waist as he watched him sip the beer. “Your lips look hot around a bottle,” Kane said close to his ear, over the music. Feeling nicely loose and bold, he gave the lobe a nibble before pulling back. There were guys paired off and making out here and there now, and just being in the atmosphere was kind of a turn on. Did pheromones get airborne? Kane had no idea.
Adrian smiled against the bottle mouth, keenly aware of his lips suddenly and tempted to simulate a blowjob just to rile Kane up, but even if he was really enjoying being there and being seen, he wasn't sure he was ready for that kind of public display. He took another sip, forcing himself not to chug down half the bottle and having Kane right there helped with that. His lips found Kane's skin instead and he brushed his lips against his cheek as he spoke. "Bet they look better around your cock." He knew Kane's lips looked good around his cock and could picture it vividly in his mind now, making his pants tighten at the memory mixed with imagination. He pulled back a little, giving Kane a devious little look as he took another sip of the beer then dragged his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Oh they do,” Kane purred back to him with a rakish grin. Watching his cock slide in and out of Adrian’s mouth had rapidly become one of his favorite things in the universe, and thinking about it now made his gut feel hotter. He watched the path of that tongue and thought that Adrian knew exactly what a tease he was. Kane lightly took the beer bottle out of Adrian’s hand -- that had been three sips, by his count, and he did want Adrian conscious for the rest of the evening. To make up for it, Kane kissed him on the mouth again, his lips slow and sensual. He was starting to lose interest in the club himself, all too aware of how close and convenient their hotel room love nest was.
Adrian could feel himself melt into the kiss and it was a novelty, doing this in a club full of guys just like them. He wanted to get back to the hotel but at the same time he was kind of living for this feeling at the moment, this freedom and total acceptance he wasn't used to. The way Kane's tongue moved against his own was sending some heavy signals straight to his crotch and he slipped his arms around him once he was no longer holding the bottle, pulling him in close as they kissed. He thought he could feel the alcohol kick in already, but maybe he was just feeling lightheaded from the kissing and it was hard to tell which was true. Either way he felt good and a little more at ease with all the noise and commotion. "Let's dance," he said as he pulled back, slipping his hand in Kane's to pull him back to the dancefloor.
Dancing felt even easier this round, and Kane fell back into it easily enough, though he and Adrian did a lot more grinding this time. Somewhere in there he finished off Adrian’s beer, but Kane stopped there. Just in case the beer hit Adrian too hard, it was his responsibility to get them back to the hotel in one piece. Uber was a last resort when he had a small arsenal in the back of his SUV. He felt drunk enough to have a damn good time anyway, and that was what he did, dancing and necking with his boyfriend for another couple of hours. By the time they left the dancefloor for good, Kane felt sweaty and a little dizzy and incredibly horny, and he only took his hands off of Adrian long enough to settle their tab at the bar. It almost felt chilly outside when they emerged from the club, and Kane breathed the sharper air in deep. “Good first dance?” he asked with a smirky side-glance at Adrian.
"Yeah," Adrian said and he was practically beaming as they left the club, feeling alive and a little tipsy though some of the effects from the beer had worn off by now. It was good to know that three sips of beer didn't make him pass out or act stupid so he could do that in the future - so long as someone was there to take the bottle away before temptation got the best of him. "I'm so ready to go back to the hotel with you though," he added and dancing all night had been sweet torture, the arousal thick in the air, making him feel all sorts of needy. He was just going to have to keep his hands to himself in the car and behave until they got to the room and he'd do his best to do just that.
“Me too.” The anticipation felt sweet and throbby, it was all so good it was almost surreal. It wasn’t just from the alcohol either, Kane felt almost high from happiness, and that was something he still wasn’t used to. As they reached the SUV, Kane hooked his arm around Adrian and turned them, backing him up those couple of steps until his back hit the side of the car. Kane held his eyes for a beat as he pressed in close, then kissed him hungrily. He was looking forward to the complete privacy of the hotel room, but why not take advantage of this anonymity out in the open too? He braced one hand against Adrian’s chest while their lips moved together, squeezing his pec a bit before he made himself pull his mouth back. “Let’s go then,” he murmured with a little grin.
If they weren't going straight to their hotel room, Adrian would have whined at having to go. He loved the way Kane pressed him against the car and wanted to stay right there, kissing him. A hotel room sounded fucking good though so he bit back on that dumb disappointment, grabbing a handful of Kane's shirt and pulling at him for a second before letting him go. "Let's go," he echoed, all but devouring him with his eyes. He felt like he was pumped up on adrenaline and probably all the other good chemicals too after this night, being out in the open, dancing, drinking (a little!), he wanted to give Kane a blowjob in the car while they drove back, wanted to park somewhere and simply ravish him. The only thing keeping him from doing any of that was the thought that doing everything they wanted at the hotel would be a lot more fun - and safer.
There was something to be said for some quick and dirty car sex, but Kane had gotten their room for them to enjoy to the fullest. As fun as quick and dirty could be, being able to sprawl out on a king size bed and really take their time with each other’s bodies was ultimately going to be more satisfying. That didn’t mean it wasn’t tempting to drag Adrian into the backseat to get hands under his clothes sooner. Kane hummed low in his throat at the shirt tugging, one hand moving to adjust his cock in the front of his pants. He licked his lips as he sauntered around to the driver’s side and climbed in. He was probably past the legal limit, but they weren’t going far and Kane knew he could get them there just fine. Having to concentrate on driving would force him to behave on the way back, at least. “Bet I coulda gotten you to go home with me, if we’d just met out like this,” he said once Adrian was in and settled. Smirking faintly, Kane pulled out of the parking spot.
"I don't know, you're so not my type," Adrian drawled and while he was teasing, it was actually true for his life pre-catastrophe. It was fun to think about what might have been though, if Kane had flirted with him in an actual gay bar, would he have fallen for him? He hadn't really gone for guys like that but it was hard to imagine not being wildly attracted to Kane. "Would you have tried to get me to go home with you if we'd just met tonight?" he asked, reaching over to lightly scratch the back of Kane's neck since he found it so damn hard to keep his hands off him completely. "There was a lot of hot guys there tonight."
Even if that was true and Kane wasn’t his type, he still thought he could’ve seduced Adrian anyway. Maybe that was drunk bravado, or he couldn’t imagine the two of them not having any chemistry either. The touch sent pleasant sparkles down Kane’s spine, and he reached his right hand over to squeeze Adrian’s thigh. “You would’a caught my eye,” he murmured with a slow nod. Adrian was very pretty, and while Kane liked the hard and dark edge he had to him now, he imagined that Adrian had just glowed before all of his trauma. “And you ain’t shallow enough to tell me to fuck off immediately, you’d let me chat you up. Then you’d be mine.” Kane glanced over at him with a crooked grin.
Adrian liked that he would have gotten Kane's attention but the rest of it made him laugh. "You're such a cocky little shit," he tittered affectionately and he wasn't so sure he would have gone home with Kane back then. He'd had strong self preservation instincts and Kane looked more like he'd want to beat him up than fuck him - which was kind of true on some levels that Adrian didn't care to think much about. "Or not so little," he added with a smirk because nothing about Kane was small. He was tall, handsome, broad and packing. Adrian was very aware of what he was packing and more than a little eager to get his hands on it once they got back to their room. "You got me now though," he murmured and Kane's hand on his thigh felt heavy and hot.
The size compliment made him snicker, but those final words sent blood rushing into his cock, and Kane gripped Adrian’s leg a little bit harder as he shifted his hips. Why did that possessive clench in his stomach feel so goddamn good? It made Kane want to squeeze and bite him, mark him up somehow, all these primal urges that Adrian had really woken up inside of him. Kane had thought he’d been satisfying himself by finding someone to sleep with when he was horny, but he was realizing that had been like surviving on breadcrumbs. Adrian was a goddamn feast. “Lucky me,” Kane drawled with a lazy smile. It sounded amused, but he meant it. “So am I your type now, or is it just the big dick you’re into?”
"I'm pleading the fifth," Adrian said and grinned, heat spreading through him at that hard grip. "Your ego's already too big." That was an answer in itself but he still glanced over at Kane, making a show of sizing him up as he nibbled on his bottom lip. "Yeah, definitely my type now." It was hard to imagine being with anyone else and that was probably what most people went through - and got over - when seeing someone new but it was new to Adrian. He was well aware that he could surround himself with hot gay or bi guys now, he knew at least four of them in Point Pleasant, but none of them really appealed to him in more than an aesthetic way. He'd fallen hard for Kane, there was no quenching that fire.
People made exceptions to their preferences all the time in order to get laid or find companionship or whatever they were after ... Kane was well aware he probably still wasn’t everything Adrian had been sure he wanted in a man. But there was no denying how magnetic they were together. He had plenty of doubts that this could last ‘forever,’ or even terribly long, but there were going to be fireworks the whole way to the end, he felt sure. “Now you know you like big dick,” Kane murmured, his cheeks still dimpled. He knew that wasn’t all it was, that for some bizarre reason Adrian liked him, but Kane felt much more horny than sappy at the moment. He slid his palm further up Adrian’s thigh to cup his crotch, catching his bottom lip in his teeth for a second. “You know what you want yet tonight?”
"How 'bout some of that big dick," Adrian murmured and it still amused him how easy it was to talk dirty to Kane. It didn't make him feel goofy or like he was trying too hard, it just rolled off the tongue and stoked his fire some more. "Didn't realize I was in charge of everything tonight, bossing you around, making demands. What do you want?" His fingers had been lightly scratching at the back of Kane's neck but now he gripped it with a bit more pressure, that urge to grab and squeeze taking over. He wanted to lick those dimples, relieved that their hotel wasn't far now.
Fuck he liked that strong hand on the back of his neck. Kane had to stop groping Adrian and put both hands on the wheel again to focus on where they were going. “I just wanna make you come your brains out,” he drawled. He’d done that once already, but he seemed to have this constant greed for Adrian’s pleasure, just thinking about how he sounded when he was lost in it made Kane’s pants even tighter. “I’d let you, you know,” he added, glancing over as he slowed down to turn into the hotel’s parking lot. “Be in charge, boss me around. If you wanted.” Maybe it wouldn’t be tonight, but he still harbored a fantasy of Adrian cuffing him to something and just having his way with him. Kane was thankful to find a parking spot pretty quickly and he turned into it and shut the car off.
"I know," Adrian murmured back with a devilish little glint in his eye and while it was meant to be teasing, it was true. That hunting trip might still be a little vague and spotty in his memory but he remembered enough now and Kane had liked the way he treated him. Adrian had liked it too, both there and in the old cabin Kane had dragged him to, that rush of power when the tables turned, the way Kane looked when he succumbed to what he thought was his inevitable destiny. Adrian was glad his more monstrous self hadn't wanted to kill him either, he couldn't imagine his life without him now. He got out of the car when the car stopped, adjusting his already hard cock with the privacy of the door before closing it. "Haven't even fucked me in a while and I'm already walking funny," he tittered when Kane got out and he was just glad Kane was obviously having the same predicament and they could take care of it in mere minutes.
He knew Adrian knew, but Kane still wanted to remind him in case the urge came over him. It was something he wanted but didn’t really know how to ask for. Hell, maybe it wouldn’t even be the same anymore, since he was pretty secure now that Adrian didn’t actually want to hurt him. Why was mortal fear such a turn on all of the sudden? Kane couldn’t explain it, even to himself. There was time to play and explore though, he reminded himself. Each time they got together, that sense that it would be the last time was getting weaker. It was a little weird to feel more secure about anything instead of less, but Kane was trying not to take it for granted. He made his own adjustments and locked up the SUV, smirking a bit as he came around to take Adrian’s hand. “Just you wait, I’ll have to carry you to the shower,” he murmured as they headed toward the hotel entrance. He held onto Adrian through the lobby and into the elevator, and it felt so nice not to give a single shit who saw them hand-in-hand.
Adrian didn't think any of his fantasies growing up had covered all of this and every time Kane took his hand he felt happily surprised. He'd thought of this as just a sex thing but it was growing too big to fit that mold and if he thought about it too hard, it made him dizzy. He gave Kane's hand a squeeze in the elevator and snuck a peek at their mirror reflection. Yeah, they looked good together and that was an even more of a turn-on for some reason that was probably narcissistic as hell. It was Adrian who did the pulling when they reached their floor, impatient to get to the privacy he was craving. Some part of him wished he could hulk out at will and give Kane exactly what he wanted but then it was just really nice to be himself and do this on his own terms. Once they got inside he was the one who pushed Kane up against the door to kiss him, even if he'd imagined it the other way around all damn night.
Kane had never really thought he would be into holding hands and random affection in public or any of that sappy shit, but now he had someone he couldn’t keep his hands off of, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. If they hung out in public as “friends” back in Point Pleasant, he was really going to have to watch himself. Adrian wasn’t the only one who noticed how hot they were together in the elevator walls -- while Kane was tempted to start making out with him in there, the rush he got when they were finally in their room and his back hit the door made the restraint worthwhile. With a low grunt, he returned the kiss eagerly, his hands falling to Adrian’s hips to squeeze the muscle there through his clothes. He’d joked about making Adrian walk funny, but Kane suddenly felt like it could go the other way just as easily. All of this switchiness was just the fucking best, like every time was new. Kane nipped at those full pretty lips and pulled Adrian’s body tighter against his, already a little breathless and dizzy.
Adrian couldn't get enough of it when Kane held him this tightly, like he was squeezing any bad feelings out of him or pressing him back into his own body. Nothing made him feel quite so present and alive as that particular feeling, especially because he could feel Kane's body against his own, firm and hot and addictive. "Maybe I'll make you walk funny instead," he murmured against his lips, slipping his hands underneath Kane's shirt and reveling in the skin to skin contact. Kane's skin was so soft where it wasn't hard with scars and Adrian couldn't get enough of the sensation of exploring those textures, soft and hard alike. He was having a hard time deciding what he wanted to do, all the options were so goddamn good and everything he did with Kane was like the hottest of all his fantasies combined.
He was so hooked on feeling Adrian’s hands on his skin, Kane’s back arched a bit to push into the touch. The motion also pushed their hips together and a shiver of pressure-pleasure ran through him. “I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled back with a quick grin. Kane pulled the bottom of Adrian’s shirt up so he could touch him too, his palms sliding around to trace the curves and dips of his back. He had no real doubts that Adrian could fuck him into oblivion, it was just fun to taunt him into it. Their dynamic obviously still thrived on banter, even if it was of a sexier nature now. Kane pushed against him again in a real effort this time to escape where he was pinned and walk Adrian backward so they could get to the bed ... though he didn’t mind failing in the slightest.
Kane was stronger and while Adrian wanted to keep him pinned, he realized he couldn't do it without putting effort into it - and then only if Kane let him. He tittered as he stumbled backwards a bit, holding onto Kane and pushing back against him, but then he kissed him again and none of that mattered. He was more than willing to accept that challenge but he also liked the idea of having Kane ride him again because that had been the hottest damn thing he'd ever experienced. When the back of his legs hit the bed he gained the upper hand again, not through strength but through speed, dodging out of Kane's grip and turning them around to push Kane down on the bed. "Oh you'll see me try," he teased as he climbed on top of him and pressed another eager kiss to his lips.
A bit of sexy roughhousing on their way to the bed didn’t bother Kane in the slightest, and he enjoyed feeling Adrian’s strength against his as they moved through the room. Kane might have been stronger, but that didn’t make Adrian weak by any means. He tittered when Adrian spun him and got a happy twist in his stomach as he fell to the mattress. Kane stared up at him with hungry awe, reaching to run his hands up those thighs as soon as Adrian was within reach. He was the fucking hottest man alive, as far as Kane was concerned. He kissed him like he wanted to devour him, his palms skimming up higher to catch on Adrian’s shirt and drag it up and off. The whole night had been foreplay, and Kane was dying now to feel Adrian’s skin on his.
Adrian only broke the kiss to let Kane pull the shirt off him and then he kissed him again, grinding down against him and caressing Kane's warm skin underneath his shirt. He hadn't really known he was capable of this much passion before he met Kane but it didn't feel like it was going to die down anytime soon. "I had a really, really good time tonight," he murmured, his lips curling up into a little smile. "But you still owe me a favor." His fingers traveled lower until he found the buttons on Kane's pants, deftly undoing them so he could slip his hand within and find his hardened cock. "This is not it either," he added before darting his tongue out to lick at Kane's bottom lip.
That fucking favor. Kane grinned faintly and touched his tongue to Adrian’s, feeling all kinds of hot and decadent. Adrian’s hand found its mark and made him groan, his hips rocking up with need. Fuck, he loved to be touched, and he loved touching back just as much, his hands running over Adrian’s arms and shoulders. Part of him hoped that Adrian never actually cashed in -- Kane would happily owe him for the rest of his life. “Hey, if you’re still too scared to tell me what you want, that’s your business,” Kane teased softly, smirking up at him. He gave him a few more nibbly kisses, a low groan caught in his throat.
"So far I haven't had to cash in a favor to get what I want from you," Adrian reminded him, sitting up and urging Kane to move with him so he could get his shirt off as well. "I'll cash it in when you actually say no to me." It felt a bit like the last genie wish, like he should save it for something important but most of all it just felt like an inside joke now, something to hold over Kane's head in a sexy way even if the reason he owed him a favor in the first place wasn't sexy at all. And maybe a part of Adrian liked the possibility of one day making Kane do something he really didn't want to do, having that kind of power over him in case it came to that. Kane might refuse, of course, but that would be like losing a game.
He had a point there, and it made Kane snicker. He sat up and let Adrian peel his shirt off, then wrapped both arms around his waist, dipping his head in to kiss at Adrian’s upper chest and the base of his neck and just anywhere he could reach. “You keep askin’ for what I want too,” he mumbled. At this point Kane couldn’t imagine what he would ever deny him, but maybe something would come up some day. For now he loved it as a running bit between them, it appealed to that desperate repentance he felt so often. His hands ran up and down Adrian’s back before one came around to start undoing the front of his pants, eager to get both of them free and naked.
Adrian arched into him, fingers wrapped around Kane's cock but not really moving so much as just staying there, holding on, enjoying the weight of it in his grip. His body was feeling more impatient than his mind, wanting to move and grind in ways that felt good and he still hadn't fully decided on what he really wanted tonight. He didn't feel pressured into deciding, maybe they would do everything, maybe they would just do this until they came - no matter what they did, he knew it'd be perfect. "Wonder what'd it take to make you say no to me," he murmured and on some level he knew it was unhealthy. Kane would say yes to a lot of things simply because of guilt and while Adrian enjoyed the fuck out of it a lot of the time, sometimes he wanted to cleanse him of that guilt somehow.
They had the whole night ahead of them, and they’d already proven they were up for multiple rounds of pleasure in a night. Kane expected this one to be a doozy -- he was a little drunk-tired, but not drowsy, just very relaxed and into this moment. He licked and nibbled his way up Adrian’s neck, enjoying the little rush that idle question gave him, until he reached his ear. “A whole fuckin’ lot,” he breathed before nipping at his earlobe. Kane just wanted to bite and suck and lick every inch of him. He got one hand into Adrian’s pants, humming his approval as he wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. “Fuck ... I’d do almost anything for you.”
Those words along with the touch sent a deep rush of pleasure through Adrian as well as a healthy dose of terror. That was a lot, but he liked it, liked everything about how possessive and stalkery Kane could be. Hell, he wanted to give himself over to him completely and so far Kane was only encouraging that urge with everything he said and did. "Anything, huh?" he breathed, brushing the tip of Kane's cock with his thumb. He wanted to be inside of Kane, wanted Kane to be inside of him, wanted to lose himself in him completely until he couldn't think or sense anything but him. So far so good. "You're lucky I don't ask for a lot."
“Mm, almost,” Kane repeated as he ran his fingers lightly up and down Adrian’s length. Everything about him was gorgeous, including his cock -- Kane had never understood people who said penises looked weird or gross, they just didn’t appreciate a good thing, and this one in particular was beautiful to him. “Maybe you’re lucky you don’t need a lot,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Adrian’s neck. “Ask me and I’ll give it to you.” It was easy to make those sorts of promises when he was drunk and flying high on pleasurable anticipation, but Kane felt like he meant it. He would shower Adrian with money, take care of all of his life needs, kill someone for him with a good enough reason, lay down his own life if the situation called for it. He owed him that, but he also wanted to give him everything, like a compulsion beating in his chest. At that moment though, he just wanted to drown Adrian in pleasure. Kane tugged a bit impatiently at Adrian’s pants. “Get these fuckers off.”