Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Castle View When: Wednesday night 7/11 Warning: NSFW Status: Complete. Part 3
“I’m yours,” Kane moaned obediently, his cheek pressed to Adrian’s head. Every centimeter of his body wanted to be plastered against the other man, all of him surrounded by Adrian, happy to drown in him. He felt tingly and twitchy all over, the added pain giving a dark sweet edge to the pleasure that was already close to overwhelming, and at the moment Kane greedily wanted to live in that space for the rest of his life. He’d had some great, fun sex in his time, but this felt like a whole different animal, something incredibly personal and powerful that was changing him the more it happened. He half-cursed, part of the word getting lost in another helpless groan as Adrian’s teeth sank in again, a hard shudder running through him. “I love it, I’m yours, I love you, please -- fuck, harder,” he babbled, too engrossed in it all to care how he sounded.
He sounded desperate and full of emotion and Adrian loved it. He knew damn well Kane easily reduced Adrian to the same incoherent blubbering mess but he still felt powerful doing it to him, bringing him to that place of abandon. On some level he had a feeling it was harder to get Kane there, that it was a privilege to have him put his guard down at all. He reveled in that privilege, happy to oblige him with more force, more speed and more pain. He slipped his hand between them again to feel Kane's throbbing cock in his grip, slick with precum and so hard and hot to the touch. He didn't stroke him just yet, just held on, not wanting to bring him to climax just yet and knowing even that soft touch might still do the trick. "Say it again," he panted because at this point he was addicted to hearing it, internalizing it, aching to make Kane fully his in every way possible.
Adrian wasn’t wrong, and there was something weirdly liberating about being manipulated so well. It didn’t make any logical sense, but Kane had needed this in some way -- needed someone to come along and crack him open to let the light in. Adrian didn’t recoil from what he was actually made of, they were able to embrace each other fully. It was so healing, even when it felt like Kane was coming apart at the seams. He loved every second of it. He hitched his knees up higher as Adrian sped up, every muscle straining with need and pleasure and all that delicious tension. The hand around his cock drew another guttural sound out of him, and Kane gripped Adrian’s upper arm. He felt like he was flying and pinned at the same time. “Yours, m’yours,” he swore in a low, desperate cry. Kane’s body bucked under Adrian, desperate and out of his control now, trying to pull his cock in deep and fuck his fist at the same time, teetering right on that edge.
Adrian was having an easier time holding back but his body was getting tired and he missed his insane stamina when the wendigo took over. Right now all that was keeping him going was the urge to keep Kane in this exact state for as long as possible and it was a strange feeling of desire that almost felt like spite. "Don't you forget it," he groaned and finally started moving his hand, giving Kane's cock a little squeeze as he pulled on it and fuck if it didn't make it feel like Kane got tighter as he did it, his whole body a vice, holding Adrian in like a trap. It was a trap he had willingly fallen into, one he was happy to perish in but he was taking Kane with him. It all felt like it could end up in mutual destruction and that felt so right.
Kane didn’t think he would forget anything about any of this for the rest of his life, no matter how it turned out in the end. Adrian was seared into him. He wasn’t coherent enough to come up with any reply at all, the motion of Adrian’s hand ratcheting up his pleasure even higher. It only took a few strokes to send him sailing over the edge, and his back arched sharply, his breath catching in his throat as everything inside him clenched and throbbed. His head spun and he grunt-groaned as Adrian’s cock kept driving into him, pummeling that sweet spot and sending him reeling. It was mindless bliss for as long as it lasted, Kane couldn’t even tell exactly. He didn’t care, he was too lost in it, reduced to one big writhing bundle of nerves.
It took at least another minute before Adrian came, something he wasn't even sure he'd achieve until he got there. It was the helplessness and absolute surrender Kane showed him that even got him close and he let himself lose focus, rutting mindlessly into him, lost in the way Kane's body gripped him and squeezed another orgasm out of him. It was nowhere near as strong as the first two but it was something and he let himself go limp when it ended, breathing hard against Kane's skin. "Fuck," he whispered, completely spent and feeling drunk with emotion. It was hard to imagine going all night now, he just wanted to curl up and cling to Kane as he passed out. "Fuck, I love you," he groaned, pushing his sweat damp forehead against Kane's neck.
His deathgrip eased as Adrian relaxed against him, and Kane slid his arms around him, something that seemed to take almost all his strength. He was still trying to catch his breath, dimly glad that Adrian hadn’t lasted another twenty minutes or something. His body felt raw and spent, and while he loved feeling Adrian pulse and spill inside of him, he didn’t think he could take much more thrusting. But it timed out perfectly, and now they could just relax together. “I love you,” he breathed back, sliding one hand up to lazily stroke his fingers through Adrian’s hair. He was damp with effort, but Kane didn’t give a shit. The more fluids they got to exchange, the better. He let his legs slide down to a more comfortable spot and let his eyes close for a moment, his emotions still simmering despite the physical weariness. “Never had nothin’ like this, nobody like you,” he whispered. “Don’t ever think you’re second to anybody, to me.”
Hearing those words hit Adrian hard, especially knowing Kane had been in love before. This felt like a once in a lifetime kind of thing, if even that. He was pretty sure most people didn't get to experience something like this and it made it easy to believe him. It did bring his mystery girl back to mind but it was hard to care in his current state of mind. "I better not be," he murmured, turning his head enough to press a little kiss on Kane's skin. If Kane had something more intense going on than this then Adrian had to admire his stamina - both physically and emotionally - this whole affair took a lot of energy out of both of them. "I feel pretty possessive of you," he added and it was supposed to sound somewhat amusing but he meant it more than he cared to admit.
Maybe if he and AJ had been given time and space to grow, his feelings could have reached this type of intensity ... but Kane didn’t honestly think so. The way he and Adrian had started off, all of this violence woven into the fabric of their budding relationship, it had made things incredibly deep incredibly fast. He felt beyond lucky that they seemed compatible at all, connected by more than just the sex. He huffed softly through his nose, though he could feel the honesty in those words. It was probably even an understatement, if Adrian felt even close to the same way he did. “Me too,” he mumbled quietly. He squeezed him a bit, turning his head to nuzzle into the side of Adrian’s head. “Can’t wait to have you closer.”
Adrian swallowed the words that came to mind, how he didn't want to share Kane. Admitting that felt like setting himself up for failure in some way; he couldn't exactly give Kane more than he was already giving him and the thought of them having any kind of normal relationship felt kind of laughable anyway. He would share Kane, whether he liked it or not, if it meant he could keep this. It was a fair price to pay. "Can't wait to be closer," he agreed instead, lightly scratching at Kane's chest. "I wanna just... hang out with you too. Just mindless-fall-asleep-in-front-of-the-TV night kinda thing, you know?" That was probably the closest to a real relationship they could get, being close to each other for more than just random hook-ups.
Kane was of the same mind that a ‘normal’ relationship -- what the fuck did that even mean anyway? -- was beyond them. Adrian was probably capable of it, if he came out and met a nice guy who wanted to settle down, somebody Adrian could bring to Christmas. The wendigo was under control, he was younger than Kane and in a better life situation for that kind of thing, with a legit job and a loving family and everything. Kane didn’t feel like he could live up to that and all it entailed. He could give him this, though, and he wanted to do so for as long as he could. “Good, ‘cause you’re gonna,” Kane murmured, a faint smirk crossing his face. “I’m gettin’ old, can’t be doing this twice-three-times a night shit all the time.” Hanging out sounded beyond nice, just being together.
"Six days a week only," Adrian teased him, pushing himself up to look at him with a little grin. "I need another shower and so do you." They were both a mess at this point and while Adrian was in no rush to leave, he wanted to get clean and comfortable, get another drink, maybe do that chill-in-front-of-the-TV thing before he had to go. "Lucky your shower has room for two, mm?" He shifted a bit to be able to sit up, taking a deep breath as he kneeled between Kane's legs. "You look so fucked out," he tittered, but it was obvious he liked the look of Kane like that, all dazed and damp, sticky with cum and sweat.
A shower and some fresh clothes and a snack sounded perfect, so Kane only felt a little reluctance letting Adrian go to sit up. He grinned drunkenly at the observation, his body still feeling boneless and deeply relaxed. “Can’t help it, somebody keeps fuckin’ me so good,” he murmured, gazing back at Adrian with open admiration. Kane drank in the sight for another few heartbeats before he started to sit up so they could move along to the shower. He felt sated enough that he didn’t think washing Adrian down would be too much of a temptation, Kane just wanted to stay close while they could. He almost asked how long Adrian had before he had to go, but he kind of didn’t want to remind him of that inevitability, not yet. Kane pulled him in close for a quick kiss as they got off the bed, then headed for the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Adrian traced his fingers over the marks he'd left on Kane's neck and shoulders and tittered softly. "Jesus," he murmured. "I'm not sure if I should be proud or sorry." He hadn't bitten him hard enough for it to bleed but in places it looked like it had been a close call. The skin was red and dotted, the shape of the dark patches obviously from a mouth. "Maybe a little bit of both." He narrowed his eyes at Kane, then stepped past him to the bathroom sink, groaning when he saw the state of his own neck. It was nowhere near as bad as Kane's neck, but it was very visible and not in a spot that was easy to hide. "Oh man, the rumor mill is gonna start churning," he said, wrinkling his nose as he looked at Kane again. "You dick." For some reason he couldn't find it in himself to give a shit. He probably would tomorrow, but now it was still kind of funny and his body was sore in delicious ways that made him feel wanted and - just like Kane - completely fucked out.
Kane hadn’t really felt the pain from the bites until he saw them in the mirror, then his awareness tuned into the throbby, burning sensation he had in several spots. He was vaguely impressed, and definitely pleased that Adrian dared to bite him that hard. Even though he’d been begging for it, it still took balls to do it. Kane stepped in behind Adrian when he moved in front of the mirror, pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder, hands on his hips. He peered at the mark he’d left in the mirror, unable to help his little smirk. “Steal some of your sister’s makeup, maybe?” Kane suggested. His skin was in much worse shape, but he also wasn’t trying to hide anything from anyone in his life. Hopefully he wouldn’t run into Adrian’s sister again anytime soon. He patted Adrian’s ass and started to move away. “Sorry babe,” he murmured.
Adrian reached up behind him and scratched at Kane's head. "No you're not," he murmured with a smirk. "You'll have to make it up to me." As if he hadn't done far more damage. But Kane was right, Adrian was the only one who had something to hide. "I wouldn't know what to do with her make-up without her help," he added. "Guess I'm not great at this whole gay thing." He turned in against Kane and wrapped his arms around him, nudging his nose against his chin. "Except this part. I think I'm pretty good at this part." Kane had said so himself and the evidence spoke for itself. Adrian had never really thought of himself as a great lover, but like with so many other things, Kane brought out a beast in him.
He chuckled as he returned the embrace. The shower could wait another minute or two. “I wouldn’t either, but I’m bi, so ... guess that gets me out of it,” Kane murmured with a little huff. He placed a kiss between Adrian’s eyebrows. “You’re the fuckin’ best at this part.” Maybe it was just their whole volcanic dynamic, but Kane had yet to be dissatisfied or bored or anything but totally enthralled with any sex they’d had so far. The chemistry between them truly felt like a once in a lifetime thing, and he was going to hold on tight to it. Kane dipped his head in to press a couple of kisses to those beautiful lips of his. “For real though, you gonna be okay with it? I bet Bailey would know how to cover it up ... or there’s gotta be YouTubes about it ...” He would run out to buy drugstore concealer if Adrian needed him to. As much as he would’ve liked to be out in the open, Kane didn’t want to fuck anything up prematurely for Adrian.
"A guy can have a one night stand without his family interrogating him about it, right?" Adrian said with a little shrug and actually felt a little twinge of guilt for keeping Kane a dirty little secret. Maybe he didn't deserve to be more than that, but that didn't mean Adrian needed to keep rubbing it in. "Hooked up with a hot nurse, or some cute tourist I picked up at the Porch," he added, because even if it was mean, there was still some part of him that wanted to poke at Kane's jealousy. That he deserved, since he was fucking someone else on the side and Adrian grinned at him. "Can't be keeping all this awesome sex prowess to myself, right?"
Kane couldn’t really answer the first question, since he didn’t know Adrian’s family, but he always made them sound like they were busybodies when it came to his life. Kind of understandable, since he’d disappeared for so long, but still overbearing, in Kane’s opinion. He could recognize that he didn’t exactly have a normal vision of ‘family’ though. “Now that would be a real tragedy,” he drawled, smirking a bit. He knew Adrian’s family would picture a woman when they heard about his ‘hookup,’ so the little taunt didn’t bother him much. If he ever turned up with a mark on him that Kane didn’t put there, it would be a different story. “You leave them hot nurses alone though.” Kane gave him a smirk and squeezed his ass.
"Okay fine," Adrian drawled. "I'll stick to the hot doctors and hot techs and hot assistants and-" he trailed off and laughed. There were admittedly plenty of those in the hospital, but it was hard to imagine getting all hot and bothered with someone who wasn't Kane and he studied his face with a warm look in his eyes. "Maybe I'll stick to hot uber drivers for now." Kane was so much more than that, but that was his public persona and if Adrian ever told Mila about him, that was all she'd get to know. There was so much bullshit in her life already, knowing he was fucking a hunter was added bullshit she didn't need. She already knew her helpful uber driver wasn't quite human of course, there was no hiding that from someone with her strange new supernatural ability. Then again she never really needed to know he was more to Adrian than just his sister's rescuer and now neighbor.
He pursed his lips though his smirk, gazing back into Adrian’s eyes. Kane drove for Uber as a cover to be roaming around at night and just to waste some time, it definitely didn’t feel tied to his identity in any way. But that was all Adrian’s sister knew of him, and it would likely stay that way. If she ever had occasion to think about him again, that was. At this point, it was still a very big if. Kane told himself he didn’t care, because he needed not to, and planted another quick kiss against Adrian’s lips. “C’mon, let’s get you scrubbed down, hot nurse,” he murmured, patting Adrian’s ass again before he pulled away to get the shower running. They were both a mess, and if they were going to do any snuggly pretending they were a normal couple, they needed to get a move on. Adrian had to go home eventually, he wasn’t right down the hall yet.
Adrian watched him for a moment before joining him, just appreciating the way he moved and the way he looked. Those marks on Kane's neck made him feel possessive and smug, while the ones on his own... Well, that was more complicated. Outside of all societal pressure, he liked it and he had another one of those moments where he kind of wished he had a permanent scar that belonged to Kane. Messed up, wasn't that just the best way to describe them anyway? He stepped into the shower after him once he'd given himself time to watch - not too long because he felt sticky and gross and was eager to get clean. "I'm not sure I can come by tomorrow," he murmured when he was under the water, leaning into Kane and pulling him close so they could both enjoy it for a bit. "Dumb shifts, you know... Do you have plans?"
Kane stepped in close as Adrian pulled him under the hot water, lifting his arms to drape them over Adrian’s shoulders. He attempted to smother the disappointment that they wouldn’t get to see each other the next day. It was bound to happen, probably often, so he needed to get used to it. All of this obsession was probably pretty pathetic from the outside perspective, but Kane couldn’t exactly help it. “Nah,” Kane murmured, gazing down at him. Part of his mind was already trying to figure out a way to sneak in a visit somehow. “Maybe I can bring you lunch or somethin’? Just ... swing by, y’know?” He didn’t expect Adrian to invite him into the hospital break room to eat with him or anything, but it would be nice to just drop something off and sneak a quick kiss. The corner of Kane’s mouth quirked up. “Uber Eats, all that. ... if you want.”
"Uber eats," Adrian echoed with delight and amusement. "Yeah. A nurse gotta eat." He'd been so careful lately and nobody had caught on yet, it was easy to start relaxing a little. He was allowed to have friends, Kane was going to be his neighbor and he happened to drive an uber so it wasn't like there was some big, neon sign when they met up. He'd saved his sister's ass for fuck's sake, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them to become friends. Or maybe Adrian was blinded by his own feelings, it was really hard to tell from where he was standing. "Late lunch, maybe two or so? I can meet you in the parking lot." And he could text him if the plans changed at all which he wasn't really expecting. "Nurses get breaks too." Yeah he was probably playing it a little fast and loose right now but the sneaking around was already getting old.
“Gotta keep your strength up,” Kane agreed with a little grin. “Just text me what you want, I’ll get it.” It was a bit of a risk, someone Adrian worked with could see them talking for longer than was necessary to deliver a food order ... but that just made it more fun for him, honestly. Kane didn’t want to out Adrian himself, but if he somehow ended up out of the closet, Kane wouldn’t complain. He didn’t know yet if Adrian considered this relationship worth that kind of exposure, but it was still only just beginning. Who knew how long it had or where it would go. Not that he thought they would ever be planning a wedding on the pier ... right? No, that was fucking crazy. Something in Kane knew he would never be in love like this again though. He kissed Adrian softly again, then reached for the soap and started to lather up his quasi-boyfriend’s chest with his hands. “You excited to have your own place again?”
"Yeah," Adrian replied with a smile and he was far more excited about it, knowing Kane was right down the hall. "It'll be weird, having all that space to myself," he admitted. "I'm glad you're here too, in case I get all agoraphobic about it." He huffed like he was joking but he had a feeling he might get overwhelmed at first. Being alone in a mostly empty apartment, no people right there to talk to, just him and an open space that was easily broken into. The car hadn't felt safe but he'd still felt enclosed in it - like he could curl up and hide more easily. "I'll end up sleeping in the fucking closet if I don't spend the night with you."
The times Kane had lived out of his car -- and there had been many -- had been more voluntary than Adrian’s experience, but he still related to that feeling of exposure. You were never truly rested, living on the road, and it was hard to adjust back to having a safe place to lay your head at night. Counterintuitive, maybe, but that was the reality of it. “Sometimes I still sleep on the floor,” Kane admitted. “Between the bed and the wall. Just kinda ... more secure feeling, some nights.” He knew Adrian needed privacy to truly get back to being a functional adult, but going from crowded house to empty apartment was going to be a big change. “So come over whenever. Or if you’d rather have company in the closet ... just call me.”
Kane was already keeping him company in the closet so it might just be kind of poetic to do it for real and there was something weirdly cozy about the idea of camping out like that. Adrian appreciated hearing Kane felt these things too. It wasn't something he wished on anyone but it was still nice to feel less alone in the weirdness of it. "And if you need company on the floor," he murmured, leaning in to steal a little kiss from Kane. "You'll be seeing a lot of me when I move in," he promised. "I'll cook for you when I get some proper kitchenware. Some real Italian food." He'd never cooked for someone before, not someone he was fucking let alone someone he was in love with and fucking. It felt stupidly romantic to think about and it tickled some urge inside of him he hadn't really been aware of until now. "And you know... chairs."
It was a cozy sort of idea, snuggling up to each other in a pile of blankets in a small space, all burrowed in. He couldn’t explain how warm it made his chest feel to have a mutual offer like that, someone who would completely understand if he did need the presence of another person tucked into his small safe space with him. But he probably didn’t need to explain it, he was willing to bet Adrian felt it too. “Pfft, who needs chairs,” Kane murmured, giving a crooked grin. He spread the soap suds further down Adrian’s body, enjoying lazily tracing his hands over the planes of his stomach and hips. “We can eat on the floor like men.” He snickered softly and pressed another soft kiss to Adrian’s lips. “I wanna see a lot of you, so I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Like men made Adrian titter but it was a lazy sort of amusement as he was a little distracted by the warmth he felt and the reverent way Kane was touching him. "I'll let you hold me to that," he murmured and stole another kiss. "And don't leave town without telling me, okay?" He licked his lips, his expression turning a bit more serious. "I don't wanna come in here and find you gone." He'd told him this before, that he'd track him down somehow even if he had to sniff him out as a wendigo. It was one of his fears lately, that Kane would just up and leave one day and Adrian would never know if he'd done so willingly or not.
Kane stared into his eyes for a few heartbeats, imagining how awful it would feel to be on the other side of that. Adrian had disappeared once already in his life. It was unlikely to happen again, but who the fuck knew anything for sure. “Adrian,” he murmured, still holding his gaze. “If I leave, it’s gonna be because you told me to fuck off forever. It won’t be a surprise.” He moved one hand to cup the back of Adrian’s neck and squeeze. Kane was in so deep, so obsessed with him now, all he wanted was to be as close as possible for as long as Adrian wanted him around. Maybe that made him a complete idiot, but he didn’t care. “And if you get to that point, you tell me straight, yeah? No pretendin’ to be dead again to ghost me.” His lips twitched.
"Why you gotta make it so difficult?" Adrian drawled and leaned in to kiss him again but he felt warm from Kane's words and that earnest look in his eyes. He believed him, at least for now. The trick was to remember how he felt when he was with him after he'd left and that was always harder; the anxiety tended to creep up on him when he was alone. "I don't ever wanna get to that point," he murmured against Kane's lips. "But I won't ghost you if I do. I promise." There was also some security in that kind of a promise, if Adrian did go missing, it felt good to know there was someone capable out there who'd look for him without any damn strings attached.
Kane believed him back, and a strange sense of peace washed over him. Who gave a shit how much of the world knew about them -- Adrian was his and vice versa, and they understood each other on a whole different level from most people. “So if you ever go away without telling me ... I’ll fucking find you,” Kane murmured back, his arms tightening around Adrian. It wasn’t a threat, it was a promise. Considering both of their backgrounds, it wasn’t a stretch that their minds turned in the same direction. Kane wasn’t going to let anybody else fuck with his man like that again, even if it killed him.
God it felt good to be near crushed in an embrace like that and Adrian tightened his own hold on Kane, fingers digging into his sides. "You fucking better," he replied and he was counting on that. Nobody was after him now, not that he knew of anyway, but he also knew that the world was weird and full of dangers so there were no guarantees that he was safe now. There was a good reason the Moretti siblings were a little too protective of each other and their loved ones and even if Kane was far more capable of fighting back, that protective feeling included him too. "You know I'll do the same," Adrian told him. "And I will find you, no matter what."
There were now three people in the world Kane cared about, and they were all here in this little fucked up town. That protective feeling was intimately familiar to him too. Kane had missed his chance to really be there for Bailey while she was growing up, and he regretted it, but he would do anything to protect her now. Adrian was firmly in that small circle, and Kane already knew he would go to absolutely foolish lengths to watch his back. “Fucking better,” Kane echoed in a low murmur before he pressed their mouths firmly together. He kissed Adrian thoroughly, still holding onto him tight. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip once he’d pulled back, gliding his hands down over Adrian’s ass. “You’re still filthy,” he accused with a smirk.
"Someone's not doing his job," Adrian retorted and gave his sides a little pinch as he loosened his hold on him. "I don't mind being filthy with you though. You make it worth my while." He let his hands slip down to Kane's hips, gazing up at him warmly. "But if we're gonna cuddle in front of the TV then maybe we should get clean first." He arched a bit and snagged the soap up, pressing it against Kane's chest. "You're pretty filthy too, you know."
“Filthy in ways that soap can’t touch,” Kane said. He grinned and pinched Adrian’s buttcheek before he let him go to make his body more available to wash. If it was his job to get Adrian clean, he couldn’t exactly do that without the soap, right? So he just had to stand there and be pampered a bit more. Not exactly a hardship. He kept touching Adrian as he went though, little brushes against his sides and arms, somewhat incapable of keeping his hands completely to himself. Once Adrian had washed the outer filth off of him, they switched so Kane could get him clean too. It was faster to do it for himself, but much less pleasant, and Kane took full advantage of the opportunity to feel Adrian up in all those intimate places.
"You're getting me all horny again," Adrian murmured but he was joking this time, too worn out to think he could get another hard-on anytime soon. It was more of a mental thing, a longing that was always buzzing under the surface when he was near Kane. The touching just enhanced it, made him lean into it more heavily, and he gazed up at Kane warmly, lightly touching him in much the same way Kane had done when Adrian had been the one wielding the soap. "You know what you're doing," he added in a jokingly accusing way, tilting his head and giving Kane a crooked smile. "On purpose, too."
“Uh huh,” Kane shamelessly admitted, a sly little grin crossing his face. Groping Adrian was keeping his belly warm in much the same lowkey way. It wasn’t exactly a desire for more sex, just the pulse of that greed for closeness. “Don’t pretend you don't like it.” He tittered and pressed a quick kiss to Adrian’s lips, then gave him some room to rinse off. “What kinda shit do you like to watch anyway?” he asked, leaning against the shower wall to watch him. “Not a lotta time for binging in recent years, I imagine.”
Adrian ducked his head under the water as he rinsed off, huffing softly as he thought about it. "I've been watching some stuff at Mila's," he said with a shrug. "Actually finished a series I started six years ago so that was... A bit underwhelming, actually." He turned off the water and cupped Kane's face as he pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm not picky, it's more about just... hanging out and having something on in the background. What do you like? Are you all action movies? Or do you like to take a break and watch gardening shows?" He grinned, narrowing his eyes playfully.
Kane was aware of the actual point of vegging out together, he just felt the compulsion to make sure Adrian was enjoying himself as much as possible too. Plus he was curious, he wanted to know everything about him. “Nah, reality TV is my thing, those, uh ... Kardashian Housewives,” he quipped with a little snort. “Most action movies just piss me off, they do shit all wrong. Some are good though, don’t be a snob.” Kane shot him a grin and stole another kiss before he reached to pull the curtain back. “I watch sports sometimes, uh ... weird horror movies, the good HBO shows ... I had an anime phase I refuse to be embarrassed about -- some of that shit is rad, man.” Kane stepped out and grabbed a towel. “But I ain’t picky either.”
Adrian had to laugh at the action movie bit because he strongly related to it. Seeing people shrug off deadly injuries while dying of very treatable ones could be tough when he wanted to enjoy himself and not nitpick. "Three of my best friends were a police officer, an EMT and a medical student. We'd binge those action movies and medical shows and just play fucking mistake-bingo with beer. So at least we had fun with it, you know?" He didn't know much about anime but it was kind of funny that Kane had had his phase. "Oh, Akira. I saw that, it was cool," he offered up and smiled. "Unless you were more into those... squeaky anime girls?"
He had done that same thing with his fellow soldiers when they’d all been deployed, picking apart the military-action movies. They’d jeered and threw popcorn and paused constantly to re-strategize for the idiots on screen. It was fun to think Adrian and his friends were doing the same shit. A lot of those friends were probably dead, on both sides. Kane felt too nice to dwell there, though. He finished drying off and tossed his towel up on the rack. “That squeaky shit’s only tolerable in porn,” he said, only half joking. Kane chuckled. “You prob’ly never watched that kind though. But no, I like the cool stuff ... Attack On Titan, Kenshin, Neon Genesis whatever it was. Like Akira, yeah.”
"Do I ever watch anime porn?" Adrian tittered as he took his time drying off, enjoying the fact that Kane was naked again. He looked him up and down pointedly. "Do you think I get off on that? With squeaky little girls?" It had been a while since he actually watched porn, he'd made do with his own head and considering how full it was of lustful fantasies and memories now, it had been enough for him. He wondered for a second if Kane's girl was loud and high pitched like an anime girl, but that wasn't something he wanted to think about any more than he wanted to think about his dead friends. He hadn't heard of any of those other things Kane mentioned but that went for most media from the last few years.
“That’s why I said probably not,” Kane said, faux-defensive. “Not with girls, obviously, but there’s plenty of gay hentai out there too, you know.” Smirking, he ambled in closer to slide his hands across Adrian’s hips, dropping a kiss to his shoulder. His tastes didn’t run too freaky as far as cartoon porn went, but sometimes it was a fun change of pace. “I’ve only been gettin’ off on you lately, though,” he murmured. Kane gave the skin of his neck a nuzzle. “Don’t even touch my phone much anymore.” Even when he’d been with Brianna, a woman he truly enjoyed fucking, he’d needed fantasies about Adrian to really get warmed up. It was embarrassing to admit, but it probably meant more than he was ready to face yet.
"Aww you know how to flatter me," Adrian murmured but it wasn't too hard to believe Kane wasn't just talking sweet, that he felt just like Adrian did. Adrian didn't need porn lately and he was grateful for it. Not wanting to fret about someone hearing him and whatever he was watching. "I'll come get you off in your dreams whenever you want," he murmured and kissed Kane's jaw as he let his towel drop and wound his arms around him. "Rather do it in person though." And in a few days he could do more of that, just sneak down the hall and get all he wanted of this man. Some paranoid part of him was scared those plans wouldn't pan out, that something would interfere, that he either wouldn't get the place or something would happen to Kane... He didn't let his thoughts linger there, focusing on how fantastic it could be if he just let himself enjoy it.
Would he ever get tired of feeling all of his skin against Adrian’s? Kane couldn’t even imagine it at this point. He crowded in close as that towel fell away, relishing how their bodies fit so perfectly together. “Keep your phone on, you’ll get some booty calls,” Kane teased him, grinning faintly. He nuzzled his nose against Adrian’s, hands sliding around to squeeze his ass. “We’re gonna wear the floor out in the hallway.” He was sure it would be obvious to the neighbors eventually, but maybe each of them having keys would delay that inevitability for a while. Kane could be pretty stealthy when he wanted to be, and it would be nice to put those skills to the test for something fun for once. He nipped at Adrian’s bottom lip and hummed a warm little sound. “Think I got popcorn, you want some?”
Adrian shook his head just a bit and kissed him again. "Nah, just want you." He'd probably steal a few bites if Kane got himself some, that was just normal, but he recognized that the idea was more appealing than the reality of it and he kind of enjoyed not feeling peckish. "C'mon, let's get comfy." He wished he'd brought comfy joggers with him for the ultimate lounging experience and momentarily wondered if Kane had some he could borrow. Or they could just lounge naked or in their boxers, it was a comfortable couch.
Kane was feeling kind of snacky himself, so he decided the popcorn was a yes even if he was the only one eating it. He wound up only pulling on some boxer briefs as he sauntered out of the bedroom. Unless it was freezing outside, Kane didn’t bother much with clothes when he was hanging out alone, so he didn’t expect Adrian to put many on either to join him. He put the popcorn in the microwave and fetched some drinks for them, and soon enough they were settling in on the couch together. Kane gave him a lopsided little smile as he reached for the remote. “Somethin’ ... light and stupid? Funny, sciencey? I bet you watch documentaries all the time, fuckin’ nerd.”
Adrian laughed in a way that sounded incredulous. "Why would you think that?" he asked and playfully kicked Kane before he settled in next to him. "You're the one who can tell the difference between llamas and alpacas. Nerd." He didn't think either of them really fit the definition of nerds or dorks but hell, he could be wrong and maybe Kane thought he was smarter than he really was. It was both sweet and a little worrying, like it was something he might not live up to. Sure, he knew things about certain things but that didn't mean he was the kind of guy who soaked up documentaries and memorized what he saw in them. Hell, when it came to his entertainment he tended to lean into the shallow stuff, it was just easier to indulge in after a hard day at work.
“‘Cause like, nurse school and stuff,” Kane tittered, giving Adrian’s shoulder a little shove. “I barely made it outta high school.” He wasn’t stupid and never had been, he’d just cared so little about school, Kane had done the bare minimum to stay on the football team. It had taken some maturing before he really started doing a lot of reading and learning things on his own. Maybe that made him the nerdy one, but Kane didn’t really mean it as an insult anyway. “And seriously, look it up, they look so different.” He grinned and squirmed around a bit to snuggle into Adrian, leaning his head against his shoulder as he brought up a streaming service to browse. “No horror, no true crime ...”
"Horror is okay if it's ridiculous," Adrian told him. "Like... One of those dumb old zombie movies or something. Aliens." He thought he was more in the mood for humor though and he did love hearing Kane laugh so he pointed out a few titles until they found one they agreed on. Right now he wanted nothing more than to stay on this couch for hours, maybe even fall asleep just like this, his arm around Kane and the tv running in the background. He felt good, calm in a way that made him think he really could watch anything at all, even awful things. They were on TV and not real life, he could easily draw the line between those two things with Kane's presence keeping him grounded. "Are you nervous about Friday?" he asked quietly as Kane poked around with the remote. Maybe not the best thing to bring up but he was curious.
Kane pushed play on what they’d picked and set it at a volume they could talk over, then tossed the remote down. He hummed a bit as he took a sip from his beer without lifting his head. “Kinda, a little,” he answered honestly. “Never done nothing like it before. New stuff always gives you the jitters, y’know?” It always had for him, anyway. Kane had faced a lot of Bad Situations over the course of his life, but he’d had training to rely on for most of them. This was new, and he didn’t know what to expect. He sipped from his bottle again. “Are you?” It seemed like a fair enough question, since Adrian was coming along and would be hanging out with a woman they didn’t completely trust.
Adrian hesitated to reply, thinking about it for a few seconds. "Yeah," he admitted then, though he was far more nervous for Kane than he was for himself. "You know I feel like there's a catch and I'm just too stupid to see it." He huffed softly. "Or... I see it and can't make it matter or something. Not doing it is worse than doing it, you know? I don't see a way around that." He still wanted to go into the woods with Kane, preferably all juiced up on wendigo mode so that he could protect him, but he was yet to find the on switch for that monster. "I know you have a lot of experience with those woods but most of that was before I gave a shit about you."
He didn’t see a way around that either, and Kane hoped he wasn’t missing something obvious. Too stupid to see it, like Adrian had said. He didn’t get the sense that it was a purposeful trap, things could just go wrong in completely unexpected ways. Kane had pretty good instincts, but his gut wasn’t infallible. “Look, you just give me more to fight like hell for,” Kane said with a soft huff. He tilted his head to peek up at Adrian’s jawline. “Those woods ain’t taking me, they can fuck right off. ... No way around it, so I’ll just get the job done, like always. It’ll go smooth.” Maybe he was doing a bit of whistling in the dark, but it helped a little to say that out loud.
Adrian wanted to tell him to not get cocky, to not jinx himself by being too self-assured, but he didn't want to put any doubt in Kane's head because maybe cockiness was exactly what had gotten him through all those earlier encounters. He ruffled Kane's hair and forced a crooked smile as he glanced up to watch the intro on TV, trying to ignore that clutch of anxiety forming in his chest. This was comfy time, not worry time, damn it. "It might get a little rough, but I hear you're into that," he teased, mostly to try to lighten his own mood. "Just wish I could help. Since I like the rough parts too."
Kane huffed through his nose, his eyes crinkling a bit at Adrian. He could see the tension in that smile Adrian gave him, and wished he had an easy way to just smooth it all away. Both of them knew first-hand how brutal and dangerous the world could be, how quickly someone could be ripped out of their lives ... any promises not to die were dishonest at best, and Adrian knew better than to believe him anyway. Kane reached up to brush his knuckles against Adrian’s cheek and jaw. “Knowing you’re there will already help,” he murmured. Then he grinned a bit more and lightly tap-smacked that same cheek. “I’ll rough you up afterwards. Gettin’ fucked up by ghosts is just foreplay for me, right?”
Adrian pressed his lips together and tried, unsuccessfully, to smother a laugh. "That sounds about right," he murmured when he gave up and let that smile crack. "So fucking morbid." Maybe Adrian would be the one roughing Kane up instead, but Adrian didn't say so now. He just hoped Kane was going to be in good shape to rough anything up after whatever it was he really needed to do out there. "I hope it's just... a boring night out where you collect wayward souls like you're a forager gathering mushrooms," he murmured. "In... arguably the most dangerous forest on this continent - or as least I fucking hope it is." If there was one worse, Adrian didn't want to know about it. There surely was one with a higher death toll, but not in the same way, not with the same dangers. "Scary foraging."
He snickered a bit at the phrasing, but he knew it was a legitimate worry. Blackwater was treacherous. He’d already been injured there a couple of times since he’d been back in Point Pleasant, so he knew the risks. Adrian had been right that there was no other way out of the situation though -- people’s lives were on the line, so putting himself at risk seemed more than worth it. “Hey,” he murmured, lightly pinching at one of Adrian’s nipples. “Don’t freak yourself out, yeah? It’ll be okay. This is what I do.” He couldn’t promise that nothing would go wrong, but he was used to that and had a lot of experience to draw on. A little smile crossed his face. “Gonna start callin’ myself a forager instead of reaper.”
"It does sound nicer," Adrian said after playfully swatting his hand away from his chest. "And less conspicuous. People will just think you're a survivalist who likes to pick his own food and not some gamer guy gone too far." Reaper definitely sounded like something out of a video game, for anyone who heard it out of context it was more likely to make them think it was something dorky than something as dark and dangerous as it really was, but there were religious folk and people in the know who might recognize it for what it was and that was obviously worse. He caught Kane's hand, bringing it to his stomach to hold it there in a tight grip, not allowing him to pinch or tickle. "Just don't get caught in a conversation with some mushroom enthusiast."
Kane snort-laughed a bit at being told he sounded like a ‘gamer guy.’ All those gaming idiots and gothic freaks who idolized Death as a character ... if only they knew what it was really like. Kane didn’t talk to many people in general, and even fewer about the burden he carried. Adrian was one of those few, but he couldn’t know the extent of it even if Kane described every reaping in detail. Nobody could understand if they weren’t there, and Kane had only met a couple of other reapers in passing, as far as he knew. “Aw but mushroom enthusiasts are usually really open-minded,” Kane murmured with a little grin, keeping it light. He moved his hand just enough to tangle fingers with Adrian where he was holding onto it. “Now I wonder if I can find any out there in Blackwater for real ...”
"No," Adrian said firmly and in a tone that leant it more weight than a simple one word reply, even when laced with humor. He cocked a brow pointedly as he glanced down at Kane and gave his hand a squeeze. "No fucking Blackwater mushrooms." He could have argued that a mushroom expert, open minded or not, would see through Kane's cover by the simple fact that he probably didn't know much about mushrooms but the very idea that he might actually start learning about them and then go out there picking? No. Adrian was going to use all his power to veto that, joke or not. Any safe mushroom according to the book could still be cursed in their neck of the woods and they both knew it.
The sternness in Adrian’s voice just made Kane grin wider. “Be one hell of a trip,” he murmured, just to rib him a little more. Kane could be an idiot about some things, but he wasn’t that stupid. There was no telling what a magic mushroom grown out in that cursed soil could do. Kane felt cursed enough already. He reached with his free hand to snag some of the popcorn and pop it into his mouth. “You ever done many drugs? Back when you actually like, could, I mean.” He knew Adrian’s metabolism was all weird now, and if alcohol affected him so much, he was sure Adrian hadn’t tried anything stronger while he’d been ‘dead.’ But he’d had a whole life before that. “Ever sample anything outta the med room or whatever it’s called?”
"Just weed and booze for me," Adrian murmured. "I was a good catholic boy and then..." He shrugged, letting Kane fill in the blanks. "Barely even weed, I did like drinking though." He pouted momentarily but did he really miss it? Hardly. He supposed he could drink light beer and occasionally have a tiny bit of alcohol to feel tipsy. It wasn't like he needed to show off his stamina or keep up with his rowdy friends anymore. Even if they'd still been alive, they'd probably be more settled down by now. "I got high when they took out my wisdom teeth but that wasn't fun at all," he added with a little grin. "All these drugs affect people so differently, you have no idea what you're in for. What about you? Sampled a lot off that menu?"
“Good little catholic boy,” Kane echoed with a soft titter. He tried to picture a younger Adrian in button-down shirts and annoying ties his mom made him wear to church. How fucking wholesome. He got jealous of other people’s childhoods sometimes, but with Adrian he just found himself glad that he’d gotten a better one than Kane had. “Yeah, I’ve done a lotta shit, man,” he murmured a bit sheepishly. Kane shrugged a shoulder. “There’s a good ... I dunno, ten years or so where things were really fuzzy. I’m lucky I didn’t get stuck in nothin’ really bad. I do still enjoy weed and booze though.” He chuckled. “Ain’t lived like that in years though, so don’t worry.”
"Nah, not adding that to my list of worries, got enough already," Adrian said with a faint grin. He wasn't really surprised by any of it. He now knew what it felt like to be desperate and lonely. Living like that with no strong ties to anyone could have driven him to the same self destructive lifestyle and on some level he had always recognized it. Seeing addicts at the hospital, wondering what could have steered him down that path, how lucky he really was - it had all been pretty obvious to him and he was relieved that he hadn't been a completely oblivious fuck boy back then. "What's the worst thing you've tried?" he asked, because even if most of these things were bad, there was definitely a scale of badness.
It had been a combination of self destruction and the desperate need to escape reality for Kane, as it probably was for most addicts. He’d had so much grief over AJ and trauma from beginning his dark career, none of which he’d known what to do with. He probably still didn’t, but he at least coped with it better now. “Meth,” Kane answered after a moment’s hesitation. “I didn’t like it, so it was just once.” He’d also dabbled in snorting heroin, but he’d immediately known he could get bad-hooked on that, so he’d always been careful with it. “You got a lot of worries about me?” he asked with a half-grin. He didn’t really want to dwell on those hard days, but he didn’t mind Adrian knowing he’d struggled. There was something so free about being with someone who already knew your worst. “That’s sweet, almost like you like me or somethin’.”
"Almost," Adrian agreed with a little laugh. He joked about hating Kane a lot and it wasn't far from the truth. The opposite of love wasn't hate, it was apathy and Adrian had too many strong feelings for Kane he couldn't even imagine what that kind of nothingness would feel like. He had hated him, feared him, lusted for him - and now he fucking loved him so yes, he worried. "I worry you'll do somethin' stupid," he said, his gaze on the tv screen now though he wasn't really paying attention to the film. "You have a track record for dumb shit so it's hard not to worry." He smirked, glancing back down at Kane. "I'd worry about you even if I didn't like you, 'cause I gotta patch you up when you get hurt." He gave Kane's hand a little squeeze and tacked on an affectionate, "Idiot."
All of the insult was wrapped up in affection, plenty between the lines that Adrian didn’t need to say. Kane never would have predicted that being called an idiot would make him feel loved, but it definitely did. At least when Adrian said it. The grin he pointed up at Adrian felt a little goofy on his face, but he couldn’t really help it. “Lucky me to have a hot field nurse, then,” he murmured. “Behind every idiot fuckup there’s someone stitching them up and rolling their eyes.” He huffed and set the popcorn down before squirming around until he was lying on his back, legs splayed over the far arm of the couch, his head in Adrian’s lap. He pulled their still-linked fingers in to kiss Adrian’s knuckles, his eyes on the TV screen for the moment.
There were moments in their time together where Adrian was struck with the thought that this was what a real relationship probably looked like. This was one of them, it was 'so boyfriends' it made him feel kind of giddy with it and then he had to wonder what he even meant by 'real relationship' in the first place. He was stupidly in love with Kane, he had no doubts Kane was stupidly in love with him, they wanted to be together all the time. Was that not a real relationship? Did he need the world to acknowledge them for it to be real? He idly ruffled Kane's hair with his free hand, then slowed down to just gently rub his scalp, looking more at him than he did at the TV. "If I have to patch you up too much you'll end up looking like Frankenstein, you know that, right?" he murmured. "So take care of yourself, dummy."
It was unspeakably soothing to lie there and get petted while he watched the movie for a few moments, and a content drowsiness started to creep over Kane like a warm blanket. He gnawed gently on Adrian’s thumb and sighed softly. He’d been snuggled before, obviously, but it had mostly been with people he didn’t know well, quiet moments of one night stands, two humans just trying to fulfill a tactile need. This was different. There was a deeper peace to it that Kane didn’t often feel. It was probably crazy to feel that with a man who’d almost killed him, but questioning the sanity of all this was useless. “Thought you were into scars,” he murmured back, glancing up at Adrian. “Bossy.”
"I'm into your scars," Adrian murmured, brushing his fingers down to Kane's ear, gently flicking it. "You know that saying, too much of a good thing?" He didn't think Kane could be so scarred he wouldn't find it sexy but it was one thing to love old scars, having to patch him up and worry he wasn't going to heal right was a completely different kind of stress. "Just don't fall apart on me," he told him, nudging his lips with his thumb and glancing back up to the tv. It was late and he should probably get going but he just couldn't bring himself to do that. With the hickey on his neck, he was pretty sure everyone at home would soon know he'd had some kind of a fling so why not enjoy it since he was going to have to pay for it anyway. "I like you in one piece."
“You like this piece,” Kane muttered with a little grin, reaching down to squeeze his crotch. It was obnoxious, but said with obvious love. He didn’t mean to be glib in a mean way -- he knew exactly what kind of worry Adrian felt for him because he felt it too. Kane just put himself in harm’s way more often. He kept hold of Adrian’s hand and toyed with his fingers some more as he gazed up at Adrian’s jawline, then turned his eyes to the screen again. “You give me way more will to live, you know,” he added almost absently. “If that makes you feel any better.” He hadn’t been considering retiring from hunting, per se, but taking a break to save his new boyfriend a few ulcers was an option on the table in Kane’s mind. He had plenty to live on, he could afford a sabbatical. He just had to do this thing to save other lives.
"It'd make me feel better if I could control this thing of mine and go with you," Adrian admitted. He knew he could go with Kane and his thing would probably kick in if things went south but he didn't want to be a liability. Having someone with no training and no skills could be a hindrance and he knew that from experience. Medicine wasn't the same as hunting but having someone getting in the way could be just as deadly. He'd just said the words when it truly hit him what Kane had said and his insides did a pleasant little rioting, a smile curling his lips. "You give me more to live for too," he said softly. "You and your piece." His smile turned into a smirk and he tightened his hold in Kane's hair momentarily. "I love you, you arrogant prick."
Kane’s lashes drooped and he gave a hum, tingles running down his back from that little pull. From his perspective, Adrian had a lot more going for him in life, even after being ‘dead’ for five years -- family, education, respectable job, friends who made sure he got home okay. Kane had a sister who didn’t like him much and a bunch of money he didn’t use. Still, he knew mental health was trickier than that, and it made him feel glowy and warm inside to think they were actually improving each other’s lives. There was no question Adrian was making his better, but Kane wanted to do the same for him. “I love you back, you smug son of a bitch,” he murmured back. Kane bit at Adrian’s finger a bit harder, then tittered. “Maybe he’ll show up anyway. That thing of yours. If something does go wrong, I mean.”
"Oh, he likes you," Adrian murmured playfully as he didn't doubt that the wendigo would pop out if Kane was in danger. "Or you know- I like you when I'm... You know what I mean. I'm not two people or anything, it's just... weird." He didn't really feel like going into details there but he had a feeling Kane understood anyway so he smiled down at him, wiggling his thumb against his mouth again. "I feel detached when I'm like that, but I still like you. Beyond just... knowing I do when I'm me." He did like him differently, it was more lust and sadistic feelings than love but he still felt protective of him in much the same way he felt protective of his family.
He had a vague sense of understanding about Adrian’s wendigo side -- it seemed like two people, he acted so differently when he was in that mode. Kane knew he was awake and aware though, even though the memory gaps were sometimes there. He wondered what it felt like, to be so jacked up on supernatural power, so physically capable of anything. He wouldn’t mind having a shot of that sometimes when he needed to hunt, if Adrian could bottle it up somehow. “Glad to hear I won all of you over, somehow,” he said with a little smirk. “I like you both too. All of you, whatever it is. Gimme all of it.” He nommed on the meat of Adrian’s thumb, then gave his palm a couple of smooches. The wendigo side definitely had its appeal, but Kane was glad Adrian wasn’t like that all the time. He was just as hooked on this as he was getting manhandled and fucked raw in the woods.
"You already got all of it, you greedy fuck," Adrian tittered and playfully covered Kane's mouth and shook his head a little when the opportunity presented itself. Sometimes he just had a rush of aggression stemming from an overload of attraction and so it was tempting to squeeze his face or pull his hair. Since Kane liked that shit, he saw no reason to hold back. "All of me," he added and while it might have felt like too big of a statement, it was a true one. He'd admitted to far bigger things - and worse ones - already so this came easy. "Question is, do I have all of you?" he asked with a little grin. "Think I'm allowed to be greedy too."
Kane let out a sound that was caught between a snicker and a growl as Adrian messed with his face, grinning under his broad palm. He had such big hands for the size of the rest of him, Kane loved it. He hadn’t found much about Adrian that he didn’t love, if he was being honest. The question itself was a tricky one, considering their half-conversation from earlier. Adrian hadn’t outright said he didn’t want Kane to see Brianna anymore, though Kane was sure that was the truth of it. He looked up into Adrian’s eyes and crookedly smiled back, trying to keep his vibe light. “Be as greedy as you want. You got me anytime, anywhere, on call ... in every way that matters, I’m all yours,” he murmured.
Kane's mystery lady was thankfully far from Adrian's mind, he just wanted to devour this man with everything he had, make him his, body and soul. "Well maybe I want you in insignificant and stupid ways too, did you think of that?" he murmured, resting his hand along Kane's jawline, cupping his face. They would hopefully get plenty of those insignificant moments when he moved, dumb little things like brushing their teeth together or eating breakfast. Not everything had to be mind-shattering and breathtaking, though with Kane it tended to be.
They were basking in one of those insignificant and stupid moments right then, at least from an outside perspective -- sprawled together, watching tv, messing around with each other. But nothing about it felt insignificant to Kane, and he had a feeling it didn’t to Adrian either. This was the closest thing either of them had had to a real adult relationship, and all of it felt new and shiny and so terribly good. “M’stupid all the time, so that’s easy, right?” he countered with a little smirk. Kane reached one hand up to slide fingers through Adrian’s hair. He had the feeling that once Adrian moved, he would end up at Kane’s place more often than not, and it made him fluttery-happy. He wanted to do all that simple life shit together too.
"Yeah you are," Adrian drawled, tilting his head into Kane's touch. "Real stupid." He obviously didn't really think so but they both had their not-so-bright moments, especially with each other. "But guess that makes me stupid too. Monkey see, monkey do." Glancing up at the TV he tittered. "Not as stupid as that motherfucker though. Take her to the hospital, an epi-pen is not a cure." He patted Kane's cheek. "You know that, don't you? You've done so much self care I bet you'd make a decent nurse. We need some muscle at Mercy, you know."
Kane glanced at the TV screen when Adrian addressed it, then chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I know that,” he said. “We all had to get trained on basic emergency aid in the field and everything. ... You mean like bouncers?” He turned a little grin up at Adrian. “Or just people to pick up and move ‘em around in the shower and shit?” Neither one of them really appealed to Kane. His patience for people got short too easily for him to do that kind of work, he was pretty sure. He just wasn’t built for it.
"The latter," Adrian tittered. "We do have security though, mostly for angry drunk assholes but you know... It's Point Pleasant. I'm just glad none of them tried to run out into the fog to fight off monsters last winter." He was glad Kane hadn't been there for that. Adrian didn't think he would have survived any attempt at trying to kill those behemoths that had lurked in the street. Some part of him wondered if he could have if he'd had access to some of the powers the wendigo brought him, but he'd been so completely lost back then - which in hindsight was probably a good thing. "I'll call you in as a backup nurse if we get an emergency," he murmured rather than dwell on those shitty memories. "You can shadow me."
Kane had arrived in town only days after that fog, and he’d heard plenty about it from Bailey and a couple of other people. He hated the idea now that Adrian had been stuck at Mercy during all of that, probably losing his mind with worry over his family. At least he hadn’t had Kane to worry about back then too, because gods knew he would’ve been out there trying to help people. Not necessarily by killing the monsters, but he could drive fast and well in shitty conditions, and he wouldn’t have been able to stand the thought of people stranded out there needing help. It was all in the past now though. Adrian suggesting he be an emergency backup just made him think of making out in every empty exam room they could duck into, and he let out a pleased hum. “I’ll do more’n that to you,” he muttered with a cheeky grin. Not realistic at all, of course, but a fun little fantasy. “I would one hundred percent get you fired.”
"Dick," Adrian murmured affectionately, but decided not to crack some joke about how Kane would then have to take care of him. Maybe because it was too tempting on some level and he worried Kane would actually get that idea stuck in his head. It wouldn't be too out of character for him. "I'd have to turn it into a game, wouldn't I. Best behaved secret lover gets a prize." Well, Kane would always win that game since he had no competition but that wasn't the point. He would have to be clearer on the rules if it ever came to that because knowing Kane, he'd find a loophole.