Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Portland When: Saturday 7/6 Warning: NSFW Status: complete, Part 2
The cigarette was not nearly as distracting as Adrian needed it to be, especially not when he lit one for Kane and then watched him smoke it. The man had lips to die for and a cigarette just highlighted that and made Adrian want to park somewhere and get those lips on his dick. It was probably good that he wasn't driving and even better that their hotel wasn't far away. He could behave on his way in, feeling lightheaded like he'd been drinking but that was probably just all his blood pooling in his groin and leaving him dizzy. He couldn't stop touching Kane as they headed to the elevator, from subtle little touches to flat out holding his hand but that was all so innocent and tiny compared to the things he really wanted to do.
Kane had been a horny dumbass for the majority of his life, but he honestly didn’t think he’d ever craved somebody this much, especially not someone he’d already had. There was a physical urgency to it, like holding your breath for a little too long underwater, only in his pants. As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, he pulled Adrian in close again, one hand cupping the back of his neck as he dipped in to kiss him hard. “Can’t take you anywhere,” he murmured between nips and licks. “‘Cause I wanna fuck you everywhere.” Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that Adrian was still so closeted, they would probably get themselves in trouble in a town Point Pleasant’s size.
It was like a weight had been lifted when Kane kissed him and his statement just made Adrian snicker into the kiss and consider telling him only to take him places where he could fuck him. The more sensible thing was to fuck before they went places and he was going to keep that in mind if they ever could get away like this again. He reached down to cup Kane's crotch again, his other hand moving around to clutch his ass and pull him in closer and that elevator ride was far too short for his liking. Thankfully nobody was waiting for it on their floor so he didn't break the kiss as he walked backwards out of the elevator, his hand slipping up to tug at the back of Kane's shirt.
Fuck, he loved being gripped like that. Kane gave a little growl when the elevator opened again, and they all but stumbled down the hallway, squeezing and tugging at each other. He couldn’t get the room key to read at first and he cursed at it a bit, half-laughing. It finally beeped and let them in, and finally they were alone again. Kane twisted the extra deadbolt on the door, then grabbed for Adrian’s hips to bring them flush together again. He started to pull Adrian’s shirt out of his pants as their mouths crashed together once more. It was brand new, so he didn’t want to destroy it, but damn it was tempting to just rip all the buttons off to get it gone.
Adrian would look back at this and feel a rush of relief that nobody had been in that hallway but tonight he didn't give a shit. All that mattered was getting out of his clothes and doing the same for Kane so he fumbled with the buttons on Kane's shirt, only stopping so he could raise his arms to let Kane pull his shirt off, then going straight back to it because he needed Kane naked too. When he finally could, he pressed their naked chests together, lost in the kiss as his fingers eagerly went for Kane's pants next. Those images came back to him, Kane fucking him in the cinema's bathroom like a god damn porno playing in his background thoughts, ramping up everything he was already feeling. "You wanna fuck me?" he whispered against Kane's lips, his thoughts from earlier echoing in his mind. You can do anything you want with me.
He needed that skin to skin contact like oxygen, and Kane pushed hungrily into it, his hands running over Adrian’s back. He got a little shiver down his spine at the question, simple as it was. Kane loved how the word ‘fuck’ sounded coming out of Adrian’s mouth, especially when he could feel the breath from it. “Uh huh,” he moaned softly. He felt the fly of his pants loosen up and Kane started to help push them down, impatient to be completely bare, to feel all of Adrian against all of him. “You wanna be fucked?” Kane’s cock was aching to be buried inside of him, but honestly he was greedy for anything, so if Adrian had other ideas, Kane was flexible. Stepping out of his pants, Kane reached to start undoing the front of Adrian’s next, his cock brushing against the soft material.
Adrian could all but taste the desire Kane had for him and the way he moaned his answer seemed to go straight to his cock, as if he could get any harder. It felt good to feel this wanted, like it added more layers to his own arousal, made everything thicker, heavier and hotter. When Kane wanted something, it was tangible and Adrian could only hope he'd always want him like this. "It's all I've been thinking about," he groaned in response, kicking his shoes off before helping Kane get rid of the rest of his clothes. "I'm not even sure what that movie was about," he added with some cheek as his hand found Kane's cock again, giving it a little squeeze.
There was a chuckle in his throat, because he was extremely fuzzy on the movie plot himself, but Adrian’s hand on his cock turned it into a groan instead. Knowing that Adrian had been fantasizing just as hard as he had was fucking hot. Now that all the clothes were out of the way, Kane pressed in close again, kissing Adrian deep as his hands roamed over his chest and sides and back, down to his hips and ass. Fucking him in the theater restroom would’ve been fun, but it wouldn’t have allowed for all of this bare skin that he was so addicted to now. Kane just stood there and felt him up for a moment while their mouths danced together, then pulled back with a little grunt to lead Adrian toward the bed. “Any requests?” he rumbled with a smirk.
"Nope," Adrian murmured. "You get to be in charge for now." He grinned and flopped down on the bed, scooting backwards as he watched Kane with what he hoped was a tempting look on his face and not just a grin. He made a point of not saying 'for now' because maybe he'd feel bossy later, but right now he really liked the idea of Kane just taking him, pinning him down and having his way with him. That bathroom scenario he'd imagined had flipped some switch inside of him and while he wasn't eager to actually play it out in a public place, some of the vibe from it lingered, making him crave something rough and dirty. "Enjoy it while it lasts," he added cheekily and while he didn't think it'd rile Kane up, he wasn't opposed to doing just that.
Kane was picking up on Adrian’s energy, and it did rile him up. He’d been pushing and pinning and groping Adrian here and there all evening, and he seemed to have enjoyed every moment of it. Kane was going to make sure he enjoyed this too. He smirked as he ambled closer to the bed, one hand wrapping around his own cock for a stroke or two as he looked at Adrian laid out for him like a buffet. Now that he’d been given the reins, he considered teasing them both some more, but there’d already been so much of that, he wasn't sure he had the patience for it. Kane climbed onto the bed at Adrian’s side and stayed on his knees as he let his hands skim over his chest and thigh. “C’mere and get it wet first,” he murmured, angling his hips to put his cock in reach of Adrian’s face. Kane reached to lightly stroke his hardon to give him a bit of inspiration. He wanted to see those full pretty lips wrapped around him, since he was in charge.
He looked like a damn treat and Adrian had been wanting to taste him all night so he didn't hesitate to push up a bit, gripping Kane's hips as he took the tip of his cock between his lips. The skin there was so soft and loose, he loved the way it felt on his tongue as he took it in deeper, his hands stroking Kane's skin and squeezing his hips as he did so. Kane's hand on his cock felt like heaven, not enough but oh so promising and very inspiring indeed. He just knew he wanted every bit of this man whenever he could and he'd waited for what felt like forever tonight to get him. That was on him, he was pretty sure Kane would have left the movie if he'd wanted him to, but this was so much better. Waiting could suck, but it just made the reward all the sweeter.
“Fuck,” Kane breathed softly, his free hand caressing the side of Adrian’s face. “You’re just so fuckin’ pretty.” Especially with a cock in his mouth -- no, especially with Kane’s cock in his mouth. The thought of anyone else getting the privilege put bad tight feelings in his chest, so Kane just didn’t think of it. Adrian was his for now, and that ownership was feeling more and more complete. Kane slipped his fingers into Adrian’s hair to pull him closer, push his mouth down further, and he gave the cock in his hand a harder squeeze. A moment or two later, Kane let go and grabbed the lube bottle on the nightstand. He reached for Adrian’s asscheek to squeeze and lightly smack it. “Lemme see that ass,” he murmured, urging him to roll more onto his stomach before he started slicking up his fingers.
Funny how a word could either be an insult or a compliment, completely depending on the context. Being called pretty wasn't really Adrian's favorite but something about the way Kane said it made his cock ache and his stomach roil pleasantly. It was the possessive tone perhaps, or that longing he was so addicted to, the way Kane handled him only made those feelings all the more intense though he was glad he didn't try to choke him with that cock. He obliged when Kane prompted him to, shifting his body around a bit without stopping what he was doing. It had been a while since he bottomed last but he was in the right mood and had no worries about it not being easy, if anything he was craving the feel of Kane's cock pressing him open and pushing in deep. It almost felt like thinking about it for hours now had him plenty prepared already.
Sometimes the mind was willing but the body needed more work, Kane knew that as well as anyone, and he wasn’t out to hurt Adrian. Not this time. Plus it was pretty fucking hot to rub the oil between his cheeks, then add some more for good measure, all while Adrian sucked on him like he’d been craving that all night too. Kane drew a breath in through his teeth as he pressed more firmly against Adrian’s ass, slowly pushing a finger in. The heat and that tight grip around his knuckle were tantalizing, and he gave a low hum as he started working it back and forth, coaxing Adrian’s body to relax further. “You’re gonna feel so goddamn good,” Kane murmured down to him. When it felt like Adrian was ready, he started to slide a second finger in with the first.
Adrian knew he meant it'd feel good to fuck him but he also felt so damn good already, that pressure inside of him and the taste of Kane's cock getting him all worked up and straining not to start humping the mattress. He let out a soft moan when that second finger joined the first, spreading him open wider, thick and yet nowhere near as thick as Kane's cock. He still tried to focus on doing a good job with his mouth, wanting to make Kane feel good - but not too good. The last thing he wanted was to bring him too close and let this much anticipated sex not last long enough. It was hard though, not devouring him and bringing him to the edge. He liked the weight and taste of him, liked testing his own limit on how deep he could take him comfortably, pressing his lips firmly around the base as he toyed with it with his tongue.
Adrian’s mouth did feel damn good, even while he was distracted, but Kane’s body was so ready to fuck hard and fast, it wasn’t enough to put him in any danger of coming. The visual was goddamn delicious though, and he groaned and pushed his fingers further as Adrian took his cock deeper. His patience ran out a few moments later and Kane pulled out of Adrian’s mouth, his free fingers tangling in his hair again as he bent down to kiss him. Kane groaned against those gorgeous lips, tasting a bit of himself on Adrian’s tongue and feeling how it stoked his fire even higher. He nipped a bit before he straightened up again and planted a hand in the middle of his lover’s back to keep him on his belly. Kane pulled his fingers out and climbed over him to straddle the backs of his thighs, yanking Adrian’s hips up a bit before he poured lube over his cock. He usually preferred to be facing each other, but he was feeling kind of animalistic and dirty tonight, and the view from back there was delicious all on its own. Kane got his aching hardon into position, rubbing the tip against Adrian’s hole before he started to push his way in, less gently than he’d used his fingers this time.
It was perfect. Adrian wanted it hard and a bit impersonal, at least for now, and Kane was giving him exactly what he was craving, manhandling him and showing off his strength. Adrian was eating it up. It hurt and it felt good and he arched up for it, a hoarse moan forcing its way out of his throat, his toes curling with the pleasure-pain as Kane's cock pressed him open, hot and hard and possessive. He was prepared enough but he was used to slower so for a brief moment he worried that maybe he'd need more prep than this, but it was fleeting enough that he didn't have the time or sense to really ask Kane to slow down, just fisted his hands in the sheets and relaxed as best he could so he could take it. Some twisted part of him liked to imagine this was revenge for hitting Kane the night before, and even with all the longing and the obvious feelings involved, they still got off on hurting each other. Maybe that was a red flag, but none of this felt wrong and hadn't in a long time.
The sound he made sent a sweet throb through Kane’s cock, and he kept pushing until he was fully seated inside of Adrian. It was such a tight squeeze and his skin almost burned from the heat of him. Kane let out a low growl as he rolled his hips slowly, staying buried deep to let them both adjust, his hands running restlessly over Adrian’s lower back and ass. He dug his fingers in, loving the resistance of muscle, and couldn’t help but give one of those round cheeks another good smack. Fuck, Adrian was sexy, and a wave of intense possessiveness rolled through Kane -- he might not have been the first man to fuck him, but Kane knew he was the first to fuck him like this. Adrian was truly his in a way that made little logical sense, but he felt it deeply in moments like this one. It made him want it every day, to just give into that greed and glut himself on fucking Adrian every chance he could get. Kane pulled his cock halfway out just to sharply thrust it back in and grind against Adrian’s ass, wanting more of those crackling moans.
Adrian didn't even try to keep quiet, there was no need to hold back and even if there was he wasn't so sure he could. Every move, no matter how subtle, seemed to send sparks of that mixed pleasure-pain straight to his balls and made him want to flail. He ran his hands over the sheets, bringing them above his head before fisting them again and letting out a muffled cry against his arm at the thrust. God he'd never thought he'd want it rough but here he was, eating up every second of it while a part of him wanted to ask Kane to go easy. He could feel it all shifting inside of him though, the burning fading to give away for that feeling of fullness, the involuntarily tighter muscles relaxing to accommodate Kane's cock. It all felt so raw and he felt reduced to nerve endings and flesh, loving the way Kane pressed down on him and held him in place. "Fuck," he hissed, biting his own arm at the feeling of that almost too-deep pressure.
The restlessness of Adrian’s arms and the tension in his back only encouraged Kane. He didn’t want to injure him, but making Adrian hurt a little made his balls throb. There was a primal drive humming in Kane’s chest to fuck his man until he cried and begged, and it felt so fucking good to let it out a little. He braced himself against Adrian’s lower back for a few longer, slower strokes, gazing down at what a sight it was. Feeling restless himself, Kane lowered himself down onto his elbows to lean against Adrian’s back, grinding his hips again as he gripped the backs of Adrian’s arms. “So fuckin’ tight,” he groaned next to Adrian’s ear. “Just means I should fuck you more often, yeah?” Kane nipped at his earlobe as he started thrusting again, his breath coming heavier as fresh pleasure raced up his spine. He pressed his forehead into the back of Adrian’s shoulder, building into a steady rhythm that made his head spin happily.
Every thrust felt better and better and Adrian groaned a pained 'yes' at what had probably been more of a statement than a question, squirming a bit underneath Kane. He definitely didn't mind the idea of getting fucked more often, of sneaking off to Kane's place every damn night if he could and either get fucked or fuck his brains out. His breath came out in shudders and moans and he knew perfectly well he could come just like this without any more friction to his cock than what he was getting from the sheets. Just a slightly different angle and Kane would rub against his prostate more firmly and then he'd be a goner and he both craved it and wanted to delay it to enjoy this frustration, the pain and the pleasure all interwoven into one powerful and addictive physical sensation.
Kane was finding that the context made it all hotter -- they’d been together all day, there’d been kissing and groping, he’d gotten to hand Adrian a ton of money, he’d felt so awash in love the entire time ... somehow it all made this vibe feel even more right. That shift from all the soft emotions to this seemed to come so naturally, like it was built into the fabric of their feelings for each other. Kane was lost in it, his body working against Adrian’s, every thrust full of heat and hunger. He moaned and panted close to Adrian’s ear until he felt like he just had to move more. Kane planted a bite on Adrian’s shoulder before he pushed himself up and shifted his knees. “C’mere, ass up,” he muttered. Kane pulled his cock free and backed up a bit so Adrian could move. Kane wanted access to touch him more, give him a better finish than dry humping the bed.
Adrian shuffled to his knees almost sluggishly, his head swimming and his body unsteady. He took advantage of this new position almost immediately and reached for his cock to feel it throb needily in his grip. He pressed his forehead on his arm as he stroked himself slowly, hyper aware of Kane's position behind him, eager to feel his cock inside him again even as he almost still felt it there in the way his ass ached. He was completely out of breath, careful not to stroke himself too hard because he wanted Kane inside of him when he came and he was already so damn worked up that he wasn't surprised if it snuck up on him if he wasn't careful. He kind of missed the way Kane pinned him down with his body, missed having his hands on him and he pushed back against him eagerly, wanting more.
That eagerness made Kane grin a bit to himself. He wasn’t going to leave his boy wanting for long, but he let himself enjoy the view for a brief moment while he added some more lube to his own cock. He could see Adrian touching himself, but he didn’t stop him quite yet. He moved in close, running one hand over Adrian’s flank as he lined himself up with the other. Kane nudged the tip of his cock back into the other man, then grabbed his hips and pulled him back into the thrust. That sharp pleasure drew another moan out of him, and he bit into his bottom lip, gazing down at where their bodies were joined. Kane reached around to grab Adrian’s wrist and pull his hand off of himself. “Not ‘til I say,” he said, his voice rough with lust.
Adrian, still breathless from the way that thrust seemed to punch another moan out of him, kind of huffed and bit back a snide retort, mostly because he didn't really have it in him at the moment. Is that how it is - is what he wanted to say, or something about how their roles had changed but fucking hell, he was loving it even if some part of him felt like he now needed to get even. Did other people have this sort of weird relationship with sex too? Probably some, he'd just never thought he'd count himself among them. "Fucking..." he groaned. "Say so soon." He only half meant it, he wanted this to go on all night, however unrealistic that might be, wanted Kane to grip him like this, crush him back into the mattress, fuck him until he couldn't walk straight.
Just to make sure he behaved, Kane pulled his hand around behind him and held it tight against Adrian’s lower back. He loved the way it made his arm look, the muscles standing out and fingers curling. Kane used that grip on Adrian’s wrist as leverage as he started to fuck him in earnest again, getting a much quicker thrust on his knees like this. Breathy curses fell from his lips here and there as he got into a rhythm again, his cock sliding much easier now. The longer it went on, the more his balls ached with that delicious full feeling, but Kane still tried to make it last as long as he could. After a while he released Adrian’s arm and leaned over to press against him again, panting hard from all the effort. He reached around to wrap his hand around Adrian’s cock and just held on for a moment, grinding into his ass again.
Adrian was squirming underneath him, though he wasn't really getting anywhere, and this angle was so much closer to right that it was driving him crazy. He wondered if Kane knew exactly what he was doing because every time he seemed to get close, something shifted or Kane changed his rhythm until Adrian was all but whining with need. "Fuck, don't stop," he groaned, grinding back against him when Kane slowed down, trying to buck into his hand and get more friction from his cock at the same time. His whole body felt tingly now, every muscle taut and shaky, his cock throbbing in time with his pulse in Kane's hand like it was begging for more. He was so close, he wasn't even sure how much it would take to get him over that edge but he knew it wasn't a lot, the right kind of a roll of Kane's hips, the right kind of stroke of his hand. Adrian didn't care, he wanted it all, he just wanted more.
The sadistic part of Kane wanted to stop immediately to make Adrian beg some more, but his body was at the point where instinct was taking over, and stopping felt impossible. The way Adrian moved underneath him felt needy and demanding, the grip around his cock tight and perfect. Kane knew he was right on the edge, and he was dying to feel him come. So Kane didn’t stop, he pumped his hips harder, his breath harsh against Adrian’s back. After a few thrusts, he started stroking the cock in his hand too, his grip tight and decisive. He was moments away from his own orgasm, he could feel the bubbling pressure, but he wanted to feel Adrian implode first. In the midst of all that lust, he forgot to ‘say so,’ but his body could say it well enough for him.
Adrian wasn't waiting for permission but even if he was, Kane's body language was loud and clear and he could tell it was a bit of a race now to see who'd get there first. He definitely wanted to be the one, wanted Kane to fuck him through it and hopefully not even come until Adrian was aware enough to drink it all in. This man made him so greedy, he wanted to fuck him again tonight, wanted to wrestle with him and kiss him and taste him, everything at once. He'd never felt this owned by someone and he'd never wanted to either but the way Kane was panting against his back, the way he gripped him close and stroked him, it all felt so possessive in the hottest way imaginable and Adrian didn't really stand a chance. It was the right kind of friction now and Kane's hand felt amazing on his dick. His orgasm hit him hard and seemingly out of the blue, one moment he was working up to it and the next he was in a tailspin, moaning loudly and hoarsely, curling in on himself and shuddering hard against Kane while his body tightened around his cock.
Kane’s series of ‘fuck’s was lost in all the delicious noise Adrian was making as he came hard. It was difficult to keep up the same pace through all of that clenching, but he didn’t stop thrusting. He groaned some disconnected words of encouragement as he stroked Adrian’s cock through his orgasm, loving the way it jumped and pulsed in his hand, how the skin felt extra hot. Grunting low in his throat, he gave a few harder thrusts as he felt Adrian coming down from his peak. Kane released his cock and pressed a couple of breathy kisses against his back, then straightened up again and gripped Adrian’s hips, pulling his shaking body backward with every stroke he made as he built back up into a quick and hard pace. Adrian was surely sensitive, but he’d said whatever Kane wanted, and his body’s demands were loud now. It was probably a miracle he’d lasted this long, and it only took a few moments for him to get there, his fingers digging into Adrian’s flesh as he gave a guttural cry and slammed his cock home. Everything inside of him throbbed with a pleasure that made him dizzy.
Something about getting fucked after climaxing had always appealed to Adrian so that at least had nothing to do with how he'd changed or gotten more fucked up. It was just usually more leisurely, slow, possibly building up to another orgasm. This was raw and rough and with only Kane's pleasure as the goal but it still felt so goddamn good, Adrian was reeling through it. He already felt like he was going boneless, letting his weight rest on his arm and head as Kane used his body and held the rest of him up. He felt like he had no control and that was something he'd never really wanted to relinquish but it came easy with Kane. Just letting go and letting him take the reins. And then it was over and Kane joined him in that blissful state of mind where everything started slowing down and cooling off. "Aw fuck," he whispered and reached back to grip Kane's thigh, feeling it trembling as much as his own legs probably were.
While Adrian had taught him that he could enjoy giving up control, he’d always loved being in charge -- but he’d never loved it quite as much as he did while topping this particular man. Every fucking thing about Adrian was special, it seemed. Kane wasn’t sure how he was doing it, but Adrian just lit up every part of him. It made him feel insane in the best sort of way. “Jesus,” he panted, his hands running over Adrian’s hips and ass. He kind of wanted to just flop over sideways and go straight to sleep with his cock still buried inside. Kane ground into him a bit unsteadily, wringing every little shiver out of himself before he gently pulled out. Then it was time to flop, and he stretched out on his side with a soft groan.
Adrian would have been on board with just falling asleep like that, spooning and still joined. His body was relaxing and as the sex-tension left his body, so did whatever other tension he'd been holding there so this was definitely a better - and more fun - method to do that than meditation or something. He slowly moved out of the spot where he'd come, nudging Kane to lie on his back and moving to straddle him and lie down on top of him to give him a few lazy kisses. "Fifteen minute break, then we go again," he murmured, then let out a slightly dazed laugh. More like an hour or two - if not the whole night. He already missed having Kane inside of him though, feeling open and wet and sticky, and still so good, especially when he got to kiss Kane again.
He rolled as he was nudged, a little smile crossing his lips as his hands landed on Adrian’s thighs and squeezed weakly. He felt like his bones had been stolen, but he couldn’t care less, especially not with Adrian’s body so close and warm. Kane chuckled against his lips. “Set the timer,” he mumbled. As drained and spent as he felt at the moment, he had no doubt that they could get each other going again, given enough time and maybe a quick power nap. Kane dragged his palms up to rub at Adrian’s sides, kissing him some more in a lazy, lingering sort of way.
"I'll get right on that," Adrian murmured against his lips, before rolling off him on the other side and snuggling up against him with one leg hooked over his thighs. "It's been such a perfect weekend," he said quietly, smiling a bit as he kept pressing little kisses on Kane's skin. "You did good." 'I don't want it to end' was on the tip of his tongue but it sounded like a downer and he didn't want to think about that. They still had tonight and a part of tomorrow to do whatever they wanted, he was going to enjoy it while he could.
Kane immediately missed his warmth from above, but from the side was nice too, and he settled in with his arm under Adrian’s head, enjoying the press of his relaxed weight. The compliment made him grin and put happy flutters in his chest, and he squeezed Adrian’s shoulder where his hand was resting. “‘Course I did,” he murmured cockily, even though he didn’t feel that way at all. It had all been really goddamn good for Kane too, and he wished they could stay for a whole week or something. He stroked his fingers lightly against Adrian’s skin and tilted his head to look at him. “So ... you gonna move into Castle View or what?”
"I want to," Adrian admitted and that had to do with more than just the proximity to Kane. It was affordable housing in a decent location - and yes, he'd be neighbors with the guy he was crazy about. "You gonna help me move? I've got so much stuff." He snorted softly and tried to imagine a place like Kane's with nothing in it but a bed. He had a feeling his family would come through and donate random things to him, but he didn't really want that. He just wanted to get out of Mila and Aaron's hair and have a bed of his own. The rest would come later. He'd only buy things he really wanted as he slowly rebuilt his life again, got more work, got more of a routine. He really hoped Kane would stay a part of it all somehow.
He already wanted to furnish Adrian’s apartment, buy him another car of his own, take care of everything for him so he could just slide right into a comfortable life like he deserved to. Like he’d had before it had all been ripped away from him. Kane knew how inexplicable that would be to his family though, and it sounded like they would be checking in on him frequently, which was still just a weird concept to Kane. Plus throwing all that money at a brand new boyfriend might be weird or make him feel beholden or something bad. He just wished he could properly express how much he wanted to take care of Adrian. “Sure, I’ll carry that whole trash bag full’a clothes you got,” Kane murmured with a chuckle. “And help you put that bed together.” He gave him a little squeeze and paused for a beat before he softly added, “I want you close. We can do this more.”
Adrian would love to take him up on that, but he also had a feeling Aaron or his dad would swing by to help with the bed, no matter if he told them he didn't need the help. He also had a feeling there'd be some second hand furniture popping up from concerned church-goers and that part was killing him. He just tried to keep in mind that if that happened, those people were doing it for Maria and not him. "Aww, you really like me," he teased but he wanted to be close too, same floor at the very least. It'd make sense for them to 'hang out', neighbors becoming friends, straight guys absolutely had friends too. "I want that too," he admitted, that teasing tone gone from his voice. "We just have to be careful."
Careful, right. Because Kane had to stay a dirty secret. Or a big part of Adrian had to, depending on how you looked at it. He’d never told any of his family about his bisexuality until he’d blurted that stupid shit to Bailey at the carnival, so he didn’t have much room to judge ... but he’d never been close with his family either. Adrian was. Kane felt like he deserved to live authentically and be loved for who he was. It just wasn’t really his place to say that. “‘Course, anything you need,” he murmured, his fingers tracing little patterns against Adrian’s skin. “‘Cause I do. Really like you.” Kane smiled faintly. It was much more than that, and he knew they could both feel it.
His face always changed so much when he smiled, his eyes got warmer and even his cheeks looked a little softer thanks to the dimples. Adrian studied his face for a few seconds, smiling sleepily back at him. "I like you too," he murmured and then propped himself up a little to lean in and kiss Kane. He couldn't help but think about how if they lived in Portland, this would be a lot easier, but he couldn't imagine leaving Point Pleasant again. He had to stay and make sure his family was safe, be close by in case anything went wrong again, make sure Mila didn't get into trouble again. He'd always imagined that being gay in that town would be a big deal, a difficult thing even beyond just his family, but after Toby's birthday party he wasn't so sure. Maybe it wasn't the best example of a gay lifestyle, but Toby and his friends seemed okay. Nobody bothered Toby at work, but then he had a big personality and Adrian thought he was far better equipped to deal with all that than Adrian was. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he shouldn't even be thinking about this so much, he had no idea if this thing with Kane would last long enough to even warrant the idea of coming out.
Kane closed his eyes to gently return the kiss, part of him trying to memorize what this felt like, to crystallize it to hold onto. Even though he knew they both felt big things for each other, he didn’t know how long it would last either. Maybe it was an incredible lust that would burn out, or trauma bonding that would fall apart, or they would just find that they couldn’t make their lives fit together. Kane had no idea what the future looked like, just that the thought of it ending was already heartbreaking. He just wanted as much of the good shit as he could get until then, and this was the good shit. He kissed Adrian back with feeling, burying fingers in the back of his hair to hold him close. It wasn’t his place to tell Adrian how to live or handle his family, and he didn’t exactly have faith in himself that he could be an actual boyfriend, so he could be content with staying a private part of Adrian’s life. He was pretty sure he could, anyway.
"You gonna let me break in your new bed?" Adrian murmured between kisses and it was hard not to think of the mystery lady Kane had been fucking. He had no idea if he was still seeing her or if it was really any of his business what Kane did when they weren't together, but he selfishly hoped that it was nowhere near as intense as this. "Promise I won't show up all juiced up and break it." He didn't even know how to bring out the wendigo side of himself so it wasn't like he had much control there, but he had a feeling Kane wouldn't care if it broke. He tried to not think about who else Kane was fucking, focusing on this moment where he felt all fucked out, boneless and sleepy in the best of ways. He might not have Kane all to himself, but he did right now.
“I’ll let you know as soon as it's ready. If you show up all juiced up we’ll just fuck on the floor,” Kane murmured back with a lopsided little grin. He would buy as many bed frames as he needed to, he didn’t give a single shit how much they destroyed his bedroom in pursuit of pleasure together. He doubted he would be inviting Brianna over to his place anytime soon, especially not if Adrian lived in the same building, so their matching beds would stay Theirs, and Kane liked it that way. She felt so separate in his head, such a different situation, he hadn’t even really thought of her all weekend. He gazed up at Adrian with heavy-lidded eyes for a moment before pressing a few more soft kisses against his lips. “If you do end up all juiced, we should go hunting again.”
Adrian grinned at that while his stomach tensed in a mix of thrill and worry at the thought of hunting. He wanted to and it had been intensely fun, it was more the thought of Kane hunting alone that filled him with dread. It was stupid, Kane had been doing this for years, but now Adrian gave a shit and that made everything different. "If I find a way to turn it on and off, I'll go with you anytime," he murmured and Kane might not like that for long because it felt like such a protective thing to Adrian. He knew he needed to mind his own business and let Kane live his life or this would blow up way sooner than it would otherwise, but he'd seen so much death already, he wasn't ready for the next new tragedy. "You'll need a field nurse anyway, you klutz," he said teasingly, more to quiet his own thoughts than to really pick on Kane.
Kane tittered and gave Adrian’s face a playful little push. “Asshole,” he accused affectionately. He was still a good hunter and physically going strong. He had tons of experience, but shit happened sometimes and it always had. He’d spent months of his life healing and resting when things went particularly bad. Having a field nurse could save his ass one day, especially if that nurse was near invincible himself. Adrian finding that on-off switch inside himself could revolutionize Kane’s whole career. It was probably stupid to mix business with this level of pleasure and emotions, but what about this whole thing wasn’t stupid? Kane pushed against Adrian to roll him over in a lazy wrestle, dipping in to nibble at his neck. “Nurse, you gotta help me, my dick hurts so bad,” he faux-whined as he pulled Adrian’s hand down toward his cock.
That made Adrian full out giggle, it was so fucking dumb and delightful. "Don't use your dick for hunting, idiot," he said and while his body was in no way or shape ready for another go, he still felt a surge of this lazy kind of arousal that was more mental than physical. It was the weight of Kane's body on his, the cheesy joke, everything about this just felt so damn good. "I'm sure I've got some medicine for you," he added in a drawl as he wrapped his arm around Kane while lightly stroking his cock since Kane had pulled his hand there. He had no idea how sensitive he was feeling right now so he didn't know if this was just a cute tease or a slightly sadistic move to make - either way he knew Kane would like it, he liked a little pain, that much was clear.
They’d been chilling long enough for the sensitivity to die down, so Adrian’s teasing felt nothing but good. His body was still recovering, so it only coaxed a semi-boner out of him, but even that felt nice at the moment. “It feels better already,” Kane murmured. He stroked his hand up Adrian’s arm and nuzzled in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. They smelled like sex and each other and he loved it. He pushed his knee between Adrian’s legs, nudging his thigh gently up against his balls as he lightly bit his shoulder. Kane just couldn’t seem to keep his mouth off of him for very long. “There’s some joke about a suppository in there somewhere,” he murmured with a soft snicker.
"Are you trying to tell me you want something inside your dick?" Adrian murmured and gave him a light squeeze, enjoying the subtle pressure against his own crotch and the closeness of Kane's body. "I can arrange that." He was only half-kidding, he knew very well it was a kink and if Kane was into that, well, he was probably the best qualified person to actually give it to him out of the people Kane had fucked so far. "Not that you need dick medicine, it's in perfect working order." He was still lazily toying with it, nothing demanding or intense, more of a caressing than anything else.
“Ugh, god no,” Kane huffed, laughing softly as he ducked his face into Adrian’s neck for a second. He wrinkled his nose as he looked at him again. “Is that really a thing? Medicines they stick up your dick? I thought that was only like, asses.” He tittered and shook his head a bit before he stole another kiss. The gentle fondling felt wonderful, relaxing almost like a light massage, and Kane slipped his palm down Adrian’s abdomen to start returning the favor. “You’ve just got a healing touch,” he murmured, lightly running his fingertips along the curves at Adrian’s groin. Kane nuzzled him as he caressed his balls.
"Well, I am a nurse... and you sure you wanna know about that kind of medicine?" Adrian tittered as he thought about it, breathing Kane in and enjoying the attention he was getting. "You know it's a fetish thing too, right?" he murmured and he kind of hoped Kane didn't know; that this was brand new information to this otherwise more experienced man, but this kind of information seemed to be floating around in the weirdest circles these days what with the internet and dark humor. "I could tell you some stories." He didn't really want to tell stories from work right now but it was a funny mention and he didn't think Kane wanted to hear them either. Some other time he might bring it up. Right now he was just enjoying the intimacy, the gentle touching that was more relaxing than sexual.
The very thought of sticking something in his dickhole on purpose made Kane cringe and his stomach roll with sympathy pains. He’d been swabbed a few times for STI tests, and that had been bad enough. He was sure Adrian had seen some crazy shit come through the ER, people would stick almost anything anywhere to get off. “Don’t, please, I’ll never get hard again,” he groaned. “I did not know, and hard pass.” Kane liked his sex spiced with some pain now and then, but that kind of thing just made his cock feel like it wanted to retreat into his body. Or it would have, if Adrian wasn’t still playing with it. “You into it, though?” he asked a moment later, grinning a bit at Adrian. “Get hard when you put in a catheter or somethin’?”
Adrian laughed in delight at Kane's reaction, a sadistic rush going through him like the kind he used to get when he pranked people or tickled his sister too long. Kane was the only person he seemed to get that feeling back with and it made him feel alive and a little more like his own self. He laughed again at the question, his turn to cringe a little. "Fuck no, professional mode is no joke. Maybe if you came in in need of one... but that's different." He made it clear that he was teasing, he wouldn't get hard for that unless Kane was visibly into it but then again arousal was a weird and unpredictable thing. He definitely had gotten horny at work for completely unacceptable reasons but never because of medical procedures and never in a way that made him feel like a creep. "Man, I could almost feel your dick shrinking at the thought," he added. "No catheters for you."
“Yeah, nothin’ really hot about pissing myself,” he snickered. Kane kind of liked the nurse thing and Adrian’s ass looked particularly tasty in scrubs, but none of that technical medical shit turned him on. He could play around about it, he didn’t find hospitals triggering, he just wasn’t a latex gloves and speculum kind of guy. He dipped his head to kiss and nibble at Adrian’s jaw, wrapping his fingers around his relaxed cock to lazily massage and rub it. “You stitchin’ me up though, that was a different story,” Kane murmured with a little smirk. He’d found that extreme arousing, and while that had mostly been because of all that unresolved tension, the attention and the pain had been sexy all on their own.
"Yeah," Adrian murmured quietly, the word drawn out as he thought about that night. "I was horny for a patient that one time. Happy to break the rules for you." Remembering the way he'd felt and how they'd kissed in the car after and everything else that followed filled him with a different kind of arousal and mixed with the way Kane was stroking him it all accumulated into something a little different, heavier and hotter while still relaxed. He gave Kane's cock a little squeeze and turned his head to catch his lips as he thought of what other rules he'd break for him. There had to be limits there, he was just having a hard time thinking of them at the moment.
Kane wasn’t thinking about rules or limits at the moment, he was just deeply delighted by the words ‘that one time.’ It was hard to believe that Adrian had never been attracted to any of his patients, but he supposed that was different than getting horny over one. Seeing people in pain and at their most vulnerable didn’t seem all that sexy. Kane was happy to be an exception though, to know that his presence had overridden all that training and experience and made Adrian feel unprofessional things. He kissed him back, feeling that same warm blanket of lowkey arousal that was more in his chest than the rest of his body. He relived those moments in his mind all the time, and he wondered if Adrian did too -- if he was thinking about Kane around his family, at work, alone in the shower, in bed at night. It was likely fucked up, but Kane hoped Adrian was equally obsessed with him, because gods knew he was running through Kane’s mind almost constantly.
The obsession was mutual, far more so than Adrian wanted Kane to know. It was equal parts delightful - something he could look forward to, the kind of giddiness he hadn't felt in years - and miserable - not knowing how long it would last and worrying about how it might blow up his whole life. He was constantly torn between trying to enjoy the moment, no matter what it was, but when he was with Kane he dreaded being without him and when without him he looked forward to being with him. It was easier to stop thinking when they were making out or fucking and he was wholly relaxed into the way Kane was touching him, clinging to him as he gently stroked him back and kissed him like his life depended on it. "Come shower with me," he murmured after a moment, rubbing their noses together. "Everything is so fucking sticky."
Ah, the only downside to lube. Kane chuckled softly and nodded a bit before he stole one more kiss from Adrian’s lips. As long as they were still somewhere he got to touch Adrian’s naked body as much as he wanted, he would be happy. He groaned with weak protest as he climbed out of bed, but the stretching that came afterward felt damn good. Kane left the bathroom light off, leaving the door open to let the ambient light from the hotel room filter in. He started up the shower so the water could heat up and went to take a piss, one hand braced against the wall. Kane didn’t really feel the need to talk as they climbed into the shower together and pulled the glass door shut, and that in itself was nicely strange. Despite all of his internal angst about how long this might last or how good at it he would be, he’d never been so comfortable with anyone before. He didn’t have to force chatter, he didn’t have to pretend to be someone he wasn’t, Adrian didn’t even need to be seduced. Kane could just be, and it was addictive.
Adrian's main goal right now was to get clean but after they took turns with the water and the soap, he couldn't resist slipping his arms around Kane's waist and resting his face against his back while Kane rinsed himself off. He'd never thought he could be so relaxed and yet so on edge with someone but then nothing really made sense with Kane, nothing except maybe the pure and raw physical attraction between them. Adrian was long since hooked on the way Kane's body felt and now that he'd had the taste of what it was like to touch and caress such a body, he wasn't sure he wouldn't go crazy without it. Maybe it wasn't fair to put all of this on the first guy he'd really been with beyond just casual sex, but it just felt so much bigger than just that and he knew Kane felt the same. That just made it all scarier, really.
Kane didn’t feel put upon -- if anything, he appreciated that Adrian was just as inexperienced with relationships as he was. They were feeling their way through it together, making it their own without the burden of a bunch of ‘normal’ expectations. That was what Kane hoped was happening, at least. Being embraced from behind felt good with the hot water running down the front of his body, and he wrapped his arms over Adrian’s and tilted his head back enough to lightly clunk their skulls together. He felt like he could stand there for hours with Adrian pressed against his back, warm from all sides, clean and chilling in their little twilight lagoon. It really only took a stretch of minutes before he wanted to touch more, to see and kiss on him, so Kane gently pried Adrian’s arm looser so he could turn around to face him and turn them both into the stream of water. He slipped his own arms around Adrian’s shoulders and nudged their foreheads together, starting to sway slowly like they were dancing.
It was just so fucking nice and Adrian had to wonder why he'd been so convinced he'd never have something like this. Sure, the source was still a surprise, but the pessimism of his youth was stupid in hindsight. He could understand why he felt that way post-wendigo, he'd truly never thought he'd meet someone who could handle what he'd become - more realistically he'd never wanted to make anyone deal with it - but before that? All that guilt and shame, the aversion to hoping for something like this. It felt really petty in comparison to everything else that had happened since and yet again he was struck by how insignificant his old problems had really been. He swayed with Kane for a little while, slowly running his hands over his wet skin and scars with a little smile on his face. It really had been a perfect weekend and he wasn't ready for tonight to end.
Kane would have related to Adrian’s thought process. He had written off any possibility of a Real Relationship a long time ago, sure that nobody out there would understand his life, and even if they did ... who would want to be burdened with it? On a deeper level, who would want to be burdened with him? He was a selfish fuckup who wasn’t good at intimacy or relating to people in general, prone to depressions and fickle moods and indulging in various vices to take the edge off. Even now, in this peaceful little pocket of space and time with his arms around someone he cared about and the urge to softly sing in his throat, Kane knew he didn’t deserve this and he couldn’t keep it. It was only a matter of time before he fucked it up and Adrian went away. The simple answer to that was ‘enjoy it,’ and he was doing his best to do that while the timer ticked in his mind. The tenuous nature of it all also compelled him to be foolishly honest, and he felt that confession on his tongue again. Kane slipped his hands up to cup Adrian’s jaw, tilting him to brush their lips together. “I don’t ... do this with anybody else,” he murmured. “Never have. You should know.”
"No?" Adrian murmured back and sure, it was just words and lying was easy but he didn't think this was a lie, there was no need for it and Kane sounded almost painfully sincere in his hesitance. "Neither do I," he replied quietly, smiling faintly against Kane's lips because Kane already knew that. "And I don't want to," he added, because that probably meant more than his inability to date in the last few years did. The fact he only wanted to do this with Kane spoke volumes about what he felt for him and even more so did the fact that Kane was making his closet feel too tight for the first time in his life. He wanted to be able to do this more, to not care who knew where he was or who with, to wake up next to Kane in his own bed without worrying about a surprise visit from his family.
It did mean more and it did speak volumes, and it made Kane’s chest ache. Part of him still wanted to fuck Brianna, but did he want to linger in a hotel shower with her, touching her face without speaking and marinating in emotions? No. Kane didn’t want to do this with anybody else either. That should be a good thing, right? Or at least not a bad one? So why did it so often make him feel like there was a rock lodged in his throat? Kane slid his fingers back into Adrian’s hair and nudged their noses together as he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “This is the craziest fuckin’ thing,” he marveled quietly, letting out a soft bewildered laugh. “I don’t get it, but I don’t want it to stop, you know? You could do so much fuckin’ better, Moretti, you know that.” Even if he didn’t, Kane felt like he should know it. The wendigo was leashed now, his life wasn’t so desperate, he was about to have his own place and settle in ... if he only came out, Adrian could have whatever pretty gay boy he wanted in Point Pleasant. Even under the table.
"Shut the fuck up," Adrian murmured slowly and gently because in his mind he couldn't do better than this and Kane needed to stop talking shit about himself. Maybe he couldn't do worse than this either, there was that, there were plenty of gay guys in the world who hadn't actually killed him. That didn't change the fact that Kane was just right for him, at least right now. "I want you," he said firmly. "Just you. So unless you're trying to get rid of me, shut up." He brushed their lips together and tightened his hold on Kane at the mere thought of being let go, he'd never seen himself as a stalker or anything, but he had a feeling he'd have a hard time leaving Kane alone if this ended prematurely.
Kane agreed that he needed to shut the fuck up before he said something even more stupid. The part of him that was always starving for reassurance gobbled up the words and he tried to trust they were sincere. Maybe Adrian was crazy on some level, but maybe that was perfect, because Kane was half crazy himself. It was just a little terrifying to suddenly click with someone like this, especially someone he’d already hurt so badly. But Adrian sounded confident and at the end of the day, who was Kane to argue with him about his own feelings? He was going to talk himself out of the best thing in his life, if he wasn’t careful. Kane wrapped his arms tighter around Adrian and shook his head. “Never,” he mumbled, then kissed him, firm and full of emotion.
Adrian almost knew for sure that Kane would stalk him if it came to that, he had before and he would again. The thought should be terrifying but it just made him feel smugly reassured and desired. Maybe he could do better but who else could handle his crazy now? Maybe everyone, it wasn't like it was as noticeable now as it used to be, but he'd still know the things he'd done and the things he was capable of doing. Kane knew too, that was the thing. Kane knew and he still wanted him and Adrian wanted him back and he didn't want to complicate that any further. He melted into the kiss and pressed in tightly against Kane's body, clutching at his back as he truly let himself stay in this moment.
He loved the way Adrian held onto him, and Kane squeezed him back needily. Feeling their chests pressed so tightly together made his feel less like it was going to burst open with all the feelings he didn’t know what to do with. This was all obviously intense for both of them, Kane didn’t doubt that Adrian was feeling the same things he was -- a person could only fake so much for so long. His mind was racing while his body heated up, fingers clenching in Adrian’s hair while the other set gripped the back of his neck. He’d been so sure he would never be in this position, never have these feelings for anyone again, and yet here they were, overflowing. The warmth was blurring his thoughts and he had to wonder why he was being such a pussy about this. “I love you,” he breathed between kisses, his hands flexing tighter. Kane couldn’t say what it meant or what either of them should do about it, but it felt good to push that truth out.
It was like a punch in the gut, if a punch in the gut could possibly feel good, and Adrian felt like he couldn't breathe for a second, the words going through him like a chill and a heatwave at the same time. He pulled back to look at Kane, as if he could read something from his face he couldn't hear in his words. "You sure?" he whispered, a slight tremor in his breath. He wanted to tell him he was an idiot for that but most people who fell in love were idiots by default. Glorious idiots who set their worlds ablaze. He didn't really need a verbal answer to the question, there was an intensity in Kane's eyes that said it all, it burned as hot as the hatred had when he killed him and was as raw and vulnerable as his fear in the cabin. "You are, aren't you. Fuck. I love you too." He knew Kane could hear him over the water, they were too close for the words to be lost between them, but even if he didn't he could probably feel them as viscerally as Adrian felt Kane's emotions right now, all laid bare and spoken loud and clear without the need for a voice.
He’d been so wrapped up in saying it or not saying it, Kane hadn’t really considered how it would feel to hear it back. It almost felt like something twisted and burst inside of him, and he couldn’t tell yet if it was a good or bad feeling, it was just impossible to ignore. Words had no business being that powerful -- but the words were really just a small part of what was going on in that moment. Kane understood why Adrian hadn’t needed him to say yes, it was the same reason he couldn’t even question that Adrian was sincere. He could practically taste the emotion in the air between them. Kane just stared back at him for a few heartbeats, his lips parted as he tried to catch a breath against the incredible pressure in his chest, his eyes getting watery. He wasn’t surprised to hear Adrian say that, he had been paying attention to how things were unfolding between them, but it was still kind of a shock to the system. “I am,” he murmured, belated and unnecessary, but he had to say something. Kane pulled Adrian back in closer, just hugging him tight this time.
"Well, you're not getting rid of me now," Adrian mumbled and love confessions should feel beautiful and fun, but he just felt scared and overwhelmed. Yet when he asked himself if he could stop himself from feeling like this, the answer was a clear no, he didn't want out, he felt too alive with Kane to ever give it up. That didn't mean he had any idea what all this meant for them because clearly it changed something, he just wasn't sure what yet and whether it was for the worse or for the better. It wasn't for him to know, life and destiny and all that shit was far bigger than he was, so he just clung to Kane as if they could melt together and not have to think about any of it anymore. "Doesn't mean you're off the hook. Just means you owe me a favor and I love you."
Adrian was the last person in the world Kane wanted to get rid of, which really said a lot considering they’d been in such close proximity this whole weekend. He felt positive he would’ve been sick of anybody else by now, but all he wanted to do was keep clinging to Adrian, keep touching and kissing and fucking and laughing with him. He had no idea what this mutual confession meant either, just that it made his insides feel like they were on a rollercoaster. An unsteady laugh bubbled up in his throat at the reminder of The Favor, and Kane pressed their cheeks together firmly and tried to swallow back the tears that were threatening. Gods, he needed to get his shit together. He just hadn’t heard those words directed at him in so fucking long, and Adrian had now said it twice within a couple of minutes, and Kane believed him. “Anything,” he murmured thickly. “I’ll do you a million fucking favors, until you can’t stand me anymore.”