Kane Owen (sellingsouls) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-08-23 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian and Kane, Aaron cameo
When: late, during the bachelor party, Saturday, July 14th
Where: Cherries, Kane's place
Warning: NSFW duh
Status: complete
Kane had tried to stay home, he really had. After seeing Adrian off for his night of bachelor debauchery, he had puttered around and cleaned a little, oiled a few of his pistols, just trying to pass the time. It moved so goddamn slow while his mind was running a million miles an hour. He wasn’t worried -- at least that was what he told himself. Adrian was out with a bunch of straight guys, playing pranks and going to a mostly-female strip club, there should be nothing threatening about that scenario. The two of them were madly in love, and he trusted Adrian not to fuck it up by all of the sudden falling for some bicurious idiot or something. Kane knew all that in his head, but he still felt nerves in his stomach whenever he thought about it. So he tried not to. He just had to wait for Adrian to come back to him.
After it had gotten dark and his apartment was clean, Kane put some music on and tried to get in a sexier mood. He knew Adrian didn’t really appreciate seeing naked women like a non-gay guy would, so Kane wanted to give him a little show when he came back, to give him a taste of that titillation. Kane was no professional dancer, but his body was strong and flexible, and he had a sense of rhythm. Stripping couldn’t be that hard, right? So he tried to practice, imagining Adrian sitting on his bed while he gyrated and peeled his clothes off. Kane felt sexy one moment and stupid the next, and back and forth until he stopped. He was just so fucking antsy.
When he left the house, he told himself it was just to get cigarettes and a little something to eat and drink when Adrian got back. But the idea popped into his head to just drive by Cherries and see ... something. If they were all still there? If the place was burning down? Kane didn’t know. He just knew he felt kind of helpless to stop himself from driving in that direction. It was close to midnight -- still early in a strip club -- when he pulled into the Cherries parking lot and found a place. He realized he didn’t even know who’d driven, if Adrian’s car would be there or not, so he just parked where he could see the front of the building and lit up a cigarette. He wouldn’t stay long, he told himself. He was just checking.
Adrian had mostly managed to wrap up the bomb Aaron had dropped on him in a neat little 'deal with later' packaging and hidden it away under a fog of drunkenness. It was probably a good thing that the brain was capable of compartmentalizing like that because otherwise this party would have been completely over for him. Aaron wasn't the first person he'd met who'd been abused in that particular way but he was the first he was actually close to and it was different handling it as a brother than it was as a professional. They had another drink at the bar which if he hadn't been drunk already, Adrian probably would have recognized as not a good idea. It still helped with the blanketing of bad thoughts, it just meant his body was hard to control.
When Aaron was once again surrounded by other friends and seemed happy enough and taken care of, Adrian planted his back against the wall near the bathrooms and proceeded to try to text Kane. Everything was very blurry and his fingers felt so much bigger than they normally did against that on screen keyboard that seemed impossibly small. He knew where the letters were supposed to be but that didn't mean they were easy to hit. He knew when he messed up but erasing became an even bigger problem than just going on so he stuck his tongue out and focused, damn it. Focus! Autocorrect kept suggesting stupid things, which given the input probably weren't that stupid, and he groaned in frustration before he managed to send a somewhat legible message to Kane. Must take we're made mistake we man came you pick me up? He hit send, then squinted as he tried to read it over, his eyes refusing to cooperate with such a tiny screen. Why were phones so small! He tilted his head back against the wall and took a breath, wondering if going outside would help or hurt. Sometimes the oxygen just seemed to exasperate his drunkenness but he was sure the clean night air would be good for him. Or not. He grinned at Aaron and waved his phone at him in some attempt to let him know he was leaving.
Kane had been staring so hard at the front door to Cherries, internally debating whether he should go in to really check on Adrian -- not to interrupt the night, but maybe just to walk through and put eyes on him -- that his phone going off made him jump a little. He exhaled a “fuck” as he snatched it up, and got another little start when he saw it was a text from Adrian. Kane half expected to be called out for being a stalker, like maybe Adrian had spotted him and was pissed off now, but that wasn’t what the message was at all. It took a few read-throughs to figure out the gist of what Adrian meant, and Kane’s heart picked up speed. He needed to be picked up, was something wrong? Bad mistakes? Or was he just drunk? Kane hoped it was the latter as he thumbed in a response. omw. you ok? He knew he couldn’t just rush in immediately without it being obvious that he was close by, and his knee was already bouncing with anticipation.
Adrian's reply was short enough that it would have taken real talent to fuck it up and it went through as it should: yes lol. Not the deepest of texts and he only added the lol because one of Aaron's buddies was making him laugh and it made sense in his head to share that in a text. Kind of. He pushed away from the wall and slung his arm around Aaron's neck, headbutting him lightly. "I'm leaving in a few," he told him. "You be good. No touchy." The plan had been to stay sober and help Gavin be a host or chaperone of sorts but that plan had gone out the window pretty fast. He wasn't even sure how Gavin and Caden still looked as sober as they did, considering the amount of empty pitchers on their table but then again, that had once upon a time been him too. Now all it took was a few sips of beer and a shot of... whatever the hell that had been.
Aaron hadn’t quite forgotten about their conversation in the bathroom, but none of it seemed to matter very much. He still felt privileged to know something private about Adrian, but Aaron didn’t mind that he was gay, and it didn’t make sense why anyone else would either. “Aw, where you goin’?” he drawled over the music, his arm around Adrian again too. Aaron didn’t want anybody to leave yet, not until he was unconscious, he was having so much fun. He danced them a little to the beat before he recalled that Adrian had said he was going to have his boyfriend pick him up. “Oh!” he said, some excitement coming into his expression. “Is he comin’?” His grin made it clear who he meant, and he didn’t give a second thought to anybody around them -- they were all talking or watching the girls anyway.
"Getting an uber," Adrian replied but he couldn't help himself, breaking out into a grin and nodding. Maybe it was just exciting that someone knew - someone other than Toby who knew too much. Aaron didn't know what had happened between Adrian and Kane, to him he'd just be the guy who saved Mila and got her to the hospital and Adrian had never thought he'd be introducing a guy he was fucking to anyone else in his life. "You wanna meet him?" he asked, not too worried about the other guys either. It was loud and they could be talking about anything or anyone. "I think you already have... He really is an uber driver," he added and it was kind of laughable to think of Kane in that way. Not as a deadly hunter who reaped souls, just some guy who drove an uber and rescued pregnant girls from being stuck on Witcham.
Aaron was far too drunk for the reference to Adrian’s man being an uber driver to ping anything in his memory. He’d been so worried about Mila the night that Kane had rescued her from the side of the road, he’d seen the guy but hadn’t paid much attention. None of those connections had been made to him yet though, so he was just thrilled to have the chance to meet Adrian’s boyfriend. Because he was gay. It was still kind of a mindfuck, but not in a bad way. Aaron grinned and nodded enthusiastically, giving Adrian’s shoulder a friendly shake. “C’mon, s’go outside!” He wanted some fresh air anyway, especially if it made him drunker.
They made it to the door with only a couple of delays which was pretty good considering the size of their group, the drunken state of everyone and the eagerness of the girls around them to earn tips. "Okay, don't be weird when he gets here," Adrian told Aaron as he pushed open the doors and let the fresh air make everything spin just a little bit faster. "He's not- he's not-" he had no idea what he was trying to say but it didn't matter, Aaron wasn't exactly full on paying attention either and whatever Kane was not was probably something he wouldn't think about anyway. Adrian had no idea what people would guess a guy he was seeing would look or act like anyway. Was Aaron expecting some glittery twink to show up? The thought made him laugh again and he leaned in against Aaron to support himself. "He's great."
Kane was counting down another couple of minutes when the door to Cherries opened and Adrian came out with a guy, the two of them hanging all over each other. Kane recognized the guy as Aaron Lucas, the groom-to-be, but that didn’t stop the hot stab of jealousy in his stomach. They were going to be brothers, but they were looking extremely friendly. He knew it made him a huge hypocrite, but feelings weren’t rational. Kane took a deep breath and started his car up again. If Adrian had been alone, he would’ve gotten out to meet him at the door, but Aaron was with him and that meant Kane was just an uber driver. He pulled out of his parking spot and circled around so he could pull up in front of the entrance, rolling his window down. Kane wasn’t sure how to greet him with an audience, so he didn’t say anything yet.
"Aaron, this is Kane," Adrian said and he was having a hard time not grinning even if on some level he was picking up that the vibes from Kane were a little weird. Of course he couldn't rationalize why that was so he ignored it for now. "Kane, you know who Aaron is. I told him about you... Oops." He didn't even question how Kane had gotten there so quickly, time went by all wrong when drinking was involved, it could have been an hour since he texted for all he knew and Kane had been sitting out here, waiting patiently for him forever. That was something he would do, Adrian realized with a stupid, sappy feeling, wait patiently while Adrian was drinking with a bunch of people who could never know he even existed! Well, in Adrian's life anyway. It was pretty terrible, but here he was, all rugged and handsome and a little dark - and a little baffled now.
Baffled was definitely on the list of things Kane was feeling at the moment, baffled and worried now that Adrian had made a huge slip up that he was going to freak out about in the morning. If he was introducing Kane to Aaron, it meant he’d told-told Aaron about him, a family member, when he’d been desperate to stay in the closet to his family. They were obviously both sloshed, so his garbled text was probably right -- mistakes had been made.
Before Kane could say anything, Aaron was leaned up against the car close to his face, grinning and smelling like booze and night-out sweat. “Hey, I re’mber you!” he declared, sticking his hand through Kane’s window to shake with him. “You saved Mila, you were at th’ hospital.” The two of them hadn’t been formally introduced then, Aaron far too concerned about his pregnant fiancee to care much about the man who’d brought her there, but now Aaron wanted to hug his neck. His eyes went wide and glanced between Adrian and Kane. “Oh dude, izzat when you guys hooked up?”
Kane shook Aaron’s hand just so he would pull it back out of the car, giving Adrian an uncertain look. “Yeah, that was ... when we met,” he said, not even sure if Aaron was really listening or would retain this information tomorrow. He kind of hoped not, so Adrian wouldn’t panic about it, but gods only knew.
Adrian was glad Kane answered that question because he apparently was having a hard time with the truth right now so he just kept smiling and knew to keep his mouth shut. It was more than a little surreal to have Aaron talking to Kane while knowing he was someone Adrian had sex with, like two worlds colliding and bleeding into each other. He'd probably feel the effects later but right now it was just wild. He picked up on Kane's hesitation though and wanted to reassure him. "Aaron and I are blood brothers now," he slurred happily. "He won't tell anyone." He gave Kane a wink and then patted Aaron on the back and directed his words to him. "Even if Mila likes him, I don't know if she'd like him as much if she knew what we get up to."
“Nawww, yes she would!” Aaron insisted, laughing and slinging his arm around Adrian’s waist to side-hug and lean on him again. “She’d love you’re in love, says y’need a girlfriend all the time ... I won’t tell though, honest. ‘Cause you’re not a girlfriend.” He squeezed one eye shut and nodded at Kane, then snickered as he tried to picture Adrian kissing this guy. That was going to take some getting used to, he’d been used to wracking his brain for a good female match to Adrian ... and now he knew better! Adrian liked dicks instead! God, now he had a million questions that probably weren’t okay to ask in front of his boyfriend.
Trying to swear a drunk guy to secrecy -- against his future wife, no less -- seemed like a recipe for disaster to Kane, and he was pretty sure Adrian’s closet was about to blow up. Still, Aaron seemed to know he should keep his mouth shut. Whether he did it or not ... well, that was Adrian’s problem, honestly. Kane stupidly wanted to be a real part of his life, and that wouldn’t happen with him still hiding his orientation from everyone, so maybe this would turn out to be a good thing in the end. Kane just wished the drunk-ass bachelor would get his hands off of his man. “Nope, sure ain’t,” Kane agreed with Aaron, cracking a faint smile. “You be nice to your new brother and keep that secret, okay?” He glanced at Adrian again. “He’s got a sober ride home, right? Not leavin’ him by himself?”
"He's got a lot of brothers in there," Adrian replied with a dismissive wave before moving in to hug Aaron again. "You're gonna be okay, yeah? Not done with the ladies yet?" He suddenly found himself in a weird place where he wanted Aaron to go, but also wanted him to stay. This was such a weird dynamic and he wanted to party, but he also wanted to kiss that startled look off Kane's face and he wasn't so sure he could do that in front of Aaron. Like the whole gay thing could still be a joke if he didn't go ahead and prove it. That was probably stupid, but he felt pretty stupid tonight. He wasn't worried about Aaron driving home though, Gavin had gotten them all a ride down there in some minibus and he was pretty sure it was gonna swing by again later to get everyone home though he wasn't sure. His part in the planning had only been mean suggestions for pranks, Gavin got to do all the responsible shit.
“I’m good, I’m great, man,” Aaron mumbled as he hugged Adrian tight in return. The world was getting more and more spinny and he probably needed to go sit down, but goodbye hugs were important. He thumped his blood brother on the back a few times before he pulled back and stuck half of his upper body into the open SUV window again to give Kane an awkward sort of hug. “You too, bring it in bro,” he muttered as he did so. “You’re a brother too now.”
Kane cringed inside and patted Aaron’s shoulder, feeling more awkward and crowded than flattered. Aaron might have meant that, and that was sweet, but he was still a wasted stranger in Kane’s space, and he had no clue how to handle this sort of situation. “Yeah okay, take care of yourself,” he grumbled. It was a relief when Aaron pulled away, bumping his head against the door frame and giggling.
“Be good,” Aaron said to Adrian and gave him a meaningful grin. He patted Adrian’s cheek and turned to weave his way back into the club to re-join his other brothers.
Adrian kind of wanted to drag Kane inside Cherries and just show everyone that yeah, this was his man and if anyone had a problem with that then they could eat his whole ass. The thought made him titter to himself as he watched Aaron stumble inside and even this drunk, he knew it was a terrible and weird idea. Nobody in there gave a shit, it was his family he was scared of. He didn't want to think about that now, turning again to lean in against the driver's side window, looking at Kane like he wanted to eat him. "Not a fucking word," he murmured almost playfully because he didn't want to talk about how he'd just fucked up royally, or was too drunk, or anything else. "You gonna take me home, big guy?"
“After you been having some hot drunk dude hanging all over you all night?” Kane posed, cocking an eyebrow at Adrian. The words came out a little hard, but there was a tiny smirk toying with his lips. He couldn’t help it, that hungry look on Adrian’s face did things to him, no matter the circumstances, and now his stomach was a bit fluttery. He knew Aaron was marrying Adrian’s sister, so there was probably no real attraction there, but it still felt a little good to indulge that hot coal of jealousy in his gut. Kane wanted to grip Adrian, squeeze him and remind him who he belonged to. “Get your ass in this car.”
Adrian laughed as he pulled back. "You better not think he's hotter than me," he said as he walked away to get around the car, even if he kind of wanted to just get in the back and sprawl out there. He'd been right about the fresh air making his head spin but he was tough, he could handle a little spinning. He was delighted when he finally got inside, sinking into the seat with a content sigh and opening the passenger window for some more night air. "I had so many hot drunk dudes hanging all over me tonight," he taunted, grinning at Kane. "I had no idea Aaron had so many friends, Jesus." He groaned a little as he squirmed to get more comfortable. "One of them was bi, too." He felt like he was poking a bear and he watched Kane's reaction intently, feeling almost giggly with mischief.
“That so?” Kane muttered as he pulled away from the strip club. It was pretty apparent that Adrian was trying to get a rise out of him, and normally he would try to keep his jealousy under wraps, but he’d been anxious about everything all damn day, so there was a lot of nervous energy in him that now had a focus. “And how do you know he was bi? He try anything with you?” he asked, and there was a threat inside the question. Kane was ready to turn around to go back and find someone to punch if one of Aaron’s friends had made a pass at Adrian. It didn’t really matter even if someone had -- they weren’t completely monogamous and Adrian was obviously going home with him tonight, but still. Kane didn’t find anybody in the world hotter than Adrian himself, but he wasn’t going to give him that reassurance just yet, if he was going to tease.
Adrian could hear that threat and he liked that darkness, the jealousy telling him far more than Kane's words could have. "Nah, he was just talking about his boyfriend and Aaron's wedding," he relented after staying quiet for a few seconds, giving Kane a playful side eye. Marsh hadn't been hitting on him at all, it had just been a revelation to find out one of the bros at the bachelor party was bisexual and that Aaron knew about it. Things had changed so much in such a short time, Adrian was pretty sure nobody would have been this cool about things before he left for college and now it felt like everyone was or knew someone queer. "What would you do if he'd been hitting on me?" he asked. "If he smiled at me wrong, put some moves on me." His eyes were half closed and Kane was blurry in the darkness of the car but he felt like he could still see him clearly, drinking in all the emotions sparking off him.
What would he do? In reality, probably nothing but brood about it, since it didn’t happen right in front of him, and there had been no way for the guy to know Adrian was taken. He knew in his head violence would be a gross overreaction ... but it didn’t feel like either of them were really interested in talking about reality at the moment. “I’d go break his fuckin’ teeth for it,” Kane answered gruffly, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. He glanced over at his slouchy boyfriend, and the wave of hot possessiveness that rolled through him was completely genuine, even if it was irrational. “You’re mine. Even if nobody knows it but your new brother.” Kane reached over to rest one hand on Adrian’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze to emphasize his point. He was assuming that drunk-Adrian hadn’t come out to everybody in the club, only Aaron ... at least that’s what Kane hoped had happened. “Was he one of the hot ones hanging all over you?”
"Yeah," Adrian said and he had a feeling Kane knew he was lying. It really hadn't been anything like that, most of the guys there were in relationships, they'd been rowdy and loud and drunk, but nowhere near as much as they could have been. "I got out early or I probably could have gotten my dick sucked in the bathroom." He rested his hand on Kane's, circling his fingers around his thick wrist. "Or died of alcohol poisoning," he added with a soft snort because damn, peer pressure really was a bitch. He wished they were at Castle View already, had half the mind to have Kane pull over right there on Witcham, a dark hunger for him rising inside him, making his dick hard. He was imagining Kane giving him a blowjob in that bathroom, not one of those other guys, and it was dirty and risky and amazing in his imagination.
Kane was fairly sure Adrian was just being an asshole, goading him on purpose, and that just made Kane want to rough him up a little. Not even because he didn’t like it, because he did on some level, but just to reassert something he couldn’t put a name on. The hot jealousy and mental picture of Adrian leaned up against a dirty bathroom wall with his cock buried in some random dude’s mouth certainly were having an effect on his body, and Kane had the same thoughts about pulling over. His jeans were getting uncomfortable pretty rapidly. He pressed on the gas a bit harder to get them down Witcham faster, even more eager to get home now. “Watch your mouth with that shit,” he grumbled. “Or I’ll give you something better to do with it.”
Adrian liked how that was a promise and a threat but his mind was pretty much all over the place. He was thinking about what they could get up to when they got back to Kane's apartment, he was also thinking about that surreal sight of Aaron giving Kane a kind-of-hug, or as close to one as he could through a car window. How easily he could have been turned on by Aaron tonight if he hadn't so firmly placed him in the family-compartment as a brother-in-law. It had been a long time since he was drunkenly close to straight guys, holding back on his stupid urges and while that hadn't happened tonight, it definitely reminded him of being young and horny and trying to hide it. It was a bittersweet memory of a lot of people who were now dead and he pushed that away just like he pushed Aaron's secret away for now. It was easier when he watched Kane, his expression hard, the faint light from the dashboard casting interesting lights and shadows on his face. Adrian wanted to tell him he loved him but he also wanted to rile him up so he kept quiet for now, watching him hungrily as he idly stroked the hard bulge in his jeans with one hand, the other toying with Kane's hand.
When he didn’t reply, Kane glanced over at him, his gaze running down to where Adrian’s hand was moving. He couldn’t help but smirk a bit, and he had to shift his hips to adjust where his swelling cock was sitting. “Yeah, you’re feelin’ like hot shit tonight, huh?” Kane murmured, sliding his hand further up the inside of Adrian’s thigh. He was getting more and more tempted to pull the car over, kill the headlights and drag Adrian into the back seat, but they were still on Witcham and Kane was less comfortable with lingering there than he’d been a few days ago. He could tease and drive at the same time. He didn’t get in the way of what Adrian was doing to himself, but got his hand close enough that their fingers brushed together and he could really feel the heat radiating through Adrian’s jeans. “All them horny straight boys got you all riled up?”
"Nah, you asshole," Adrian murmured as that light touch sent a warm flutter through his core. "You did." Maybe he should have kept teasing him and feeding his jealousy but Adrian's lust was solely focused on Kane and he didn't feel like lying about that. "And I'm always hot shit. You know that." He moved his hand over and pulled Kane's hand over his crotch, not giving a shit that he probably shouldn't be distracting him too badly from the driving. "Noone can make me feel like you do," he said quietly, pushing up against Kane's hand as he kept watching him with dark determination.
Kane couldn’t argue with that, Adrian was always hot shit to him. He was about to say so too, but that last statement sent a tingly sort of wave down his spine. Kane sucked some air in through his teeth and put pressure on Adrian’s cock, keeping his eyes on the road. There wasn’t much to see but darkness and trees flying past them -- Witcham was long and straight, but he was going to make sure they made it home so he could tear into the man beside him. “I’ve been thinkin’ about you pretty much every thirty seconds since you left,” he said, rubbing at that tantalizing bulge. “I’m glad you bailed when you did.”
Adrian liked to think that if he hadn't bailed this early, Kane would have shown up and dragged him out of there. It wasn't the healthiest of ideas, but at the moment it was fucking hot to think of his possessive man getting all jealous and overstepping boundaries. It was hard to think logically when everything felt so warm and melty and just that light pressure from Kane's hand had him near-squirming. "Good thing I'm obsessed with you too," he said with a faint grin. "Or you'd look like a total idiot." He gently rubbed Kane's wrist, his head spinning a bit when he closed his eyes so he forced them open again and just focused on watching Kane.
He gave a little snort and got another one of those happy flutters in his gut that always happened when he was aroused and Adrian said something mean. Kane was a total idiot for his man and he knew it. His obsession had driven him out of the house before Adrian had even called for a ride, and he’d lurked in the parking lot like a stalker. Or a jealous teen girl, which was closer to how he’d been feeling all day. But now his man was back in his presence, drunk and hard and hungry for him. “Unzip,” Kane murmured, squeezing Adrian through his jeans. “Let me touch you.” He wanted to feel Adrian’s velvety skin against his palm, grip him tight enough to feel his pulse.
"You're gonna have to wait," Adrian said, in part just to be mean and in part because he didn't feel like having his dick out when they got to Castle View. "You think you can do that?" He grinned again and thought about how he'd probably come way too fast if he let Kane do what he wanted to right now. It probably served him right to get cum in the car but Adrian wanted more than a handjob - he wanted all of Kane, to touch and bite and feel him firmly against him. None of that was possible in a car and he was just barely keeping himself from crawling over to the driver's seat and probably causing them to crash. He wondered how hard Kane was now, pictured straddling him right there - as if he had any of the grace necessary to actually do that tonight.
Kane didn’t intend to make Adrian come, he just wanted to grope him for real and feel just how hard he was. He wanted to hear him moan and squirm just a bit before they got home and Kane got to ravish him. “No,” he grumbled, rubbing Adrian’s bulge firmly again. He didn’t want to wait, he felt like he’d been waiting for an eternity already today. Kane’s fingers moved to tug at the button on Adrian’s jeans. It took a bit of doing while he was driving, but he got them undone enough to slip a hand down the front, dipping under the waistband of Adrian’s boxers too so he could really touch him. “Goddamn,” Kane breathed softly, his own cock giving a throb. He wrapped his fingers around Adrian’s shaft and squeezed gently.
Even if Adrian had wanted to stop him - which he didn't - he felt ill equipped to do just that so he just hissed a soft laugh when Kane fumbled with his jeans. "Asshole," he groaned, but there was no bite behind it, especially not when his cock eagerly twitched in Kane's grip. He patted his hand, his breathing a little thicker and his eyelids just a touch heavier as he pushed up into the touch. "Don't fucking run us off the road," he murmured, realizing he'd never even put his seatbelt on. Would it even matter? He never cared when he was all juiced up on monster energy and he was finding it hard to care now.
How could he make an insult sound so hot? It was a little baffling to Kane, but he was still hooked on how it made him feel. “Don’t worry baby, I got you,” Kane murmured back. He could explore without looking, and while the way Adrian moved and sounded was distracting, Kane knew these roads like the back of his hand by now, and it wasn’t like there was any traffic around. So he groped and stroked Adrian while they sped down Witcham, his own cock throbbing in his jeans for the attention he knew was coming. Once they were back in the town proper and he had to make more turns, Kane gave one more soft curse of appreciation and took his hand back. “If you got any objections to getting fucked within an inch of your life when we get back, speak up now,” he said, giving himself a squeeze before he put both hands back on the wheel.
Adrian didn't want it to stop but he didn't want to come in the car so he was pretty torn on how to feel when Kane finally pulled away. His words made it all better though and Adrian fumbled to get his pants zipped up again. "Would you even listen?" he murmured and he knew he wouldn't want him to; every part of him was yearning for this man and he couldn't wait until they were back at his apartment. He couldn't really tell where they were now but he knew Point Pleasant wasn't a sprawling area so they'd get there soon enough. "Oh shit, did speaking up mean I don't get it?" he asked as he sat up straighter, leaning over to Kane. "You can do anything you want, how 'bout that?"
Kane wanted to think he would listen ... and maybe he would, but only if Adrian really sounded like he meant it, and maybe not the first time. They were more on the same page than that though, and being given that blanket permission made Kane want him even more. With a little growl-purr in his throat, he lifted his hand to touch the side of Adrian’s face and neck while he was leaned in close. “That’s perfect,” he murmured. Maybe he shouldn’t take drunk-Adrian’s word for that level of consent, but Kane didn’t plan on pushing anything on him they hadn’t done before. Nothing weird, he just wanted to slam Adrian against a wall, bury his cock inside of him and fuck him until he forgot that every other man in the world existed.
Adrian wasn't thinking about other men at all, which was probably good because it meant he wasn't thinking about the negative things of the night either. He felt all fired up and horny and he wanted to lick Kane all over, dimly aware that doing that right now would be clumsy and dangerous no doubt. He wasn't aware of where they were until Kane slowed the car down to a parking lot appropriate speed and Adrian glanced outside to try to make sense of their surroundings. It was all pretty blurry and Kane could have taken him anywhere for all he knew - but there were lights and cars so it was pretty clear they were in Castle View. "You got me too hard," Adrian murmured, reaching up to scratch gently at the back of Kane's neck. "You're gonna have to carry me inside."
He chuckled as he pulled into his usual spot and killed the engine. It was late enough that the parking lot was quiet and most of the apartments were dark, so Kane had no qualms about reaching for Adrian. He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, something he hadn’t gotten to do yet, and it was obvious how much he’d wanted to. Hell, maybe he didn’t need to be careful anymore anyway, since Adrian had let the cat partway out of the bag. They would talk about that more in the morning, probably. For now Kane was just eager to taste him. There was more freedom inside though, so he kept it brief enough, and grunted softly as he pulled away. “Get out,” he murmured, flashing Adrian a little smirk. “I’ll throw you over my shoulder and smack that ass all the way to the door.”
"Well, I'll smack your ass all the way to the door too then," Adrian said haughtily before he had to laugh at the idea of the two of them drumming away at each other. He was just glad he didn't feel sick or anything, despite the world swirling all around him. "That actually sounds good," he added before stealing another kiss from Kane, not mindful at all of where they were or who might see them. "I like patting your ass every chance I get." He pulled back, still watching Kane like the slightly blurry snack he was as he fumbled for the door. "Even if it's upside down." He paused as he considered it and thought and maybe it wasn't a great idea to be upside down right now. It was up to Kane though and the only thing he decided was that he didn't want to decide anything tonight.
Kane tittered as he reached for his own door. Actually carrying Adrian would’ve been ridiculous and more muscle strain than he wanted to expend before they got to the fucking, so he just got out of the SUV and circled around to be support if Adrian needed it. “Come on, asshole,” he murmured as he slung an arm around his man’s waist to escort him inside the building. Adrian wasn’t so drunk that he couldn’t walk, which Kane was grateful for -- good sex took some coordination at least. They made it to his front door at last, and Kane fished his keys out to let them in.
Adrian gave him some space to get the door - but also so he could pull back and pat his ass like he'd been meaning to do. The sound of the key in the lock made him think about how he had a key now too and how if Kane hadn't picked him up, he could have gotten a ride here and drunkenly tackled him anyway. Giving him a key was a sign of so much trust and for a second his drunken horniness was overpowered with the wave of overwhelming warmth. Only a second though, the feeling of love stayed with him but mostly he just wanted to get those clothes off Kane and kiss him again. As soon as the door was open he did so, plastering himself up against him and cupping his head to pull him into a hungry kiss.
He returned the kiss with enthusiasm, guiding and nudging Adrian through the front door and into the apartment. Kane kicked the door closed behind them and pivoted them so he could push Adrian’s back against the wall. He kissed him harder for a beat as he dropped his keys and shrugged out of his jacket. Kane braced his hands against Adrian’s hips to hold him in place and broke the kiss. “You smell like other men,” he grunted. It was true, he could smell unfamiliar cologne clinging to Adrian, probably some different deodorant and sweat too. It made Kane’s heart race with weird feelings -- he wasn’t actually pissed about any of it, that would be stupid, but it put a crazy possessive pressure in his chest that made him want to bite Adrian, mark him somewhere people would see, so they would know he was taken. Kane kissed him again, nipping at his bottom lip this time, and he pulled Adrian’s hips an inch away from the wall just to shove them back again.
"Well," Adrian drawled against his lips, pushing against him and smirking as Kane manhandled him. "There was a lot of men." He probably didn't smell great tonight, sweat and alcohol and other people's perfumes clinging to his clothes, but he liked the effect it was having on Kane. Maybe he liked it too, it seemed to have lit a fire under him and Adrian was more than happy to stoke it. "Lots of horny fuckers." They'd all been horny for the ladies on stage of course, not Adrian, but Kane was horny for him and who knew what kind of scenarios he was picturing in his head. "Shouldn't leave me alone," he murmured, tugging on Kane's t-shirt to get his fingers on bare skin.
Kane’s rational mind was sure that Adrian hadn’t been the focus of anyone’s lust at a female strip club during a bachelor party, but Adrian had gone out of his way to mention the presence of a bisexual guy, and as a bi man himself ... Kane would’ve noticed him. Who knew what other closeted eyes had been on his man tonight? He didn’t like it, but he did at the same time, it was a weird feeling. Kane just rolled with it, letting the jealousy fuel that fire in his gut to take Adrian back, re-claim him. “Oughta just keep you locked up in the house,” he threatened in a mutter, trailing his mouth down to Adrian’s neck. His hands reached to do the same thing, and Kane pulled back enough so they could strip each other’s shirts off, just as eager to get down to skin-to-skin. Something in the back of his mind murmured that he would’ve been with Adrian at this bachelor party if he was out, but Kane did his best to ignore it. He was still a dirty secret, even if it had been confessed to one person now.
"You could try," Adrian tittered and he didn't need to remind Kane of what had happened the last time he kidnapped him, though he was at a point where he wouldn't mind him doing it again. This tickled that same weird urge in him, the way Kane was pressing against him and half-growling his words only fueled his arousal. Was there such a thing as fight and fuck mode? If so, he was in it, deep. His smug amusement was fading a bit as his cock got harder and all that heat radiating from Kane's body made his breath catch. "You'd need a strong lock."
They both knew he was no match for the wendigo if he wanted to break free, and Kane would never actually keep Adrian anywhere against his will now. He’d been half out of his mind that night and he’d paid for it. But that didn’t diminish the fantasy of holding Adrian captive for his own personal use whenever Kane wanted him. Gods, Kane couldn’t fucking wait for him to move in down the hall, it was going to be the closest they could get to fulfilling that in reality. “Just gotta keep you comin’ back then,” he murmured. Kane stroked his palms up Adrian’s arms and down his bare chest, then slipped one of them between them to squeeze the bulge in Adrian’s jeans. He hummed and kissed him again, then pulled away to snag his hand and walk them to the bedroom where there was more space and comfort. And lube.
Getting him to come back was probably easier than keeping him somewhere, Kane wouldn't even have to do anything different. Adrian was drawn to him no matter what and he was pretty sure he'd go crazy if deprived of him. He followed Kane happily, unable to resist stroking himself through his jeans. As soon as they got to the bedroom he undid the zipper again, feeling like he might burst through the seams of his jeans if he didn't. At this point he was torn between taunting Kane and tackling him, hungry for that push and pull they had going but finding it hard to keep pushing when all he wanted was to get in close.
Kane undid the fly of his jeans too with the flick of his wrist before he pulled Adrian in against him again, also eager for as much closeness as he could get. It was kind of crazy, how much he wanted Adrian when they’d fucked that very morning, but that felt like forever ago now, and Kane felt compelled to reclaim him. He crashed their mouths together again, his hands running down the curves of Adrian’s back until they reached the waistband of his jeans. Kane hooked thumbs into the material to push the rest of his clothes down and off, kissing him hungrily at the same time. His heart was racing and his cock ached for attention and he wanted Adrian naked in his bed as soon as possible.
It was so easy to get lost in the kiss, Adrian was barely aware of his jeans coming off, too focused on Kane's tongue and on the way it felt to clutch his waist. He could never get tired of this body, he thought, the feel of it, smell of it, everything about it. He felt more than a little light headed from the kissing too and it made the room spin a little faster - not that he minded. It was like they were on a carnival ride, only there was nobody else there to interrupt them. He did have the wherewithal to step out of his jeans, somewhat clumsily nudging them away before he pressed against Kane again, smoothing his hands down his back, underneath the jeans to clutch at his firm ass.
His previous plan of strip-teasing for Adrian flashed through Kane’s head as he moved to shove his own jeans down, and now it was a little funny that he’d thought they would have that kind of patience. Kane hadn’t expected this intense spike of possessive lust though, hadn’t anticipated that smelling other men’s cologne on his lover would do this to him. He broke the kiss to push everything all the way down and once his feet were free, Kane’s lips were on Adrian’s again as he pressed in close for a moment, relishing the feel of skin on skin. The hard heat of Adrian’s cock against his hip gave him a hungry little throb, and he started guiding Adrian backward toward the bed, hands on his hips.
Adrian needed the guidance and he was clinging to Kane a little harder now, not just for lust but for balance. He still felt when his knees hit the bed, but that was okay, he ended up sitting on the mattress, hands still on Kane, pulling him closer. He looked imposing and large from that angle and with that jealous energy still sparking off him and Adrian wanted to soothe him and fan the flames all at once. "Not a wall, but it'll do," he said, moving to press one hand over Kane's cock instead of his ass. The bed was more comfortable than a wall but the idea of it was still hot.
Kane stepped up close between Adrian’s knees, both hands stroking through his hair and down to cup both sides of his face. He bent down for another open-mouthed kiss, then straightened up again and pulled Adrian’s head closer to his cock. He seemed to be enjoying the aggressive vibe to all of this, and Kane was dying to feel those beautiful lips wrap around him. Something none of those other losers at the strip club would ever get to feel. Straight or not, Kane was sure Adrian could blow all of their minds, but he was right where he belonged again, all Kane’s.
Adrian pressed a kiss on Kane's cock as soon as he was close enough and the rest just came automatically, he didn't have to think about whether he wanted to give Kane a blowjob or not, his body acted on its own accord and a second later his lips were wrapped around the shaft and the thick head was gliding over his tongue. There wasn't much to think about anyway, he fucking loved having Kane's cock in his mouth, the weight of it, the taste of it and the weird mix of power and submission it gave him to have it between his teeth. He groaned softly around it, flicking his tongue against it greedily as he pulled back, then pushed in closer to take it deeper again.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” Kane hissed as he sank deeper into all that heat. He was definitely going to make good on his promise and have Adrian’s ass, but he wanted to warm up with this. The jealousy had made him feel selfish as well as horny, and he wanted to feel how much Adrian wanted him. The drag of tongue and lips against his shaft as Adrian bobbed over him sent ripples of pleasure through his core and Kane groaned deep in his throat. He rocked his hips slightly in time with Adrian’s head, just for that extra friction and small sense of control. He’d been dying to fuck him for hours and hours now, starting with Adrian’s mouth was just fine by Kane. They wouldn’t be there long.
Adrian clutched him tightly for a while or until his cock was too needy for attention for him to ignore it any longer. He let one hand slide down from Kane's ass, stroking himself slowly, and without much thought behind it. He did remember being so drunk it was uncomfortable but even if everything was still spinning a little and he felt more than a little light headed, he still felt good, feeling completely enveloped by everything Kane - scent, taste and feel of him. This was what it would have felt like if he could have had Kane inside that first time he kissed him, this is what he'd dreamed of that night, feeling loose and relaxed, a little out of it, putty in Kane's hands.
Kane had only had a couple of beers before Adrian’s text had come through, just in case, so his world was much steadier, but he still felt almost drunk on everything Adrian was making him feel. His mouth was fucking perfect, and watching Adrian play with himself only enhanced the sensations in Kane’s cock. A few breathy curses escaped him as he stroked Adrian’s face, captivated by the way his jaw flexed and moved. He basked in it until his impatience to escalate things won out, and he pushed against Adrian’s shoulders to separate them. Kane didn’t stop when Adrian was upright, nudging him onto his back on the bed as Kane crawled over him. He got his knees between Adrian’s legs and kissed him again as soon as he could reach him.
Adrian scooted to the best of his ability, a happy rush going through him when he found himself in that new position with Kane's mouth crushing against his own. He pressed his thighs against his sides and wound his arms around him, anticipation and desire building up inside of him until he felt ready to blow. The other very nice thing about being this drunk was that he wasn't thinking about Kane's injury or fussing about him pushing himself too hard so soon after a traumatic event; all the bad things were just faded echoes at the moment and all he could really focus on was the way Kane was kissing him and how it only fuelled that persistent pressure in his cock and balls that was begging to be released. He moaned contently into the kiss, smoothing his hands over Kane's shoulders and back as he pulled his hips up to press up against him.
He was well-practiced at burying the more unpleasant parts of life under vice, and sex had definitely served that purpose for Kane for a lot of his life. Sex with Adrian was more than that though, and Kane couldn’t explain how it made him feel to settle his weight against that warm solid body. Being with Adrian was unlike being with anyone else in his entire life -- it was so much more than a distraction. Adrian already knew all the things he tried so hard to hide from most people, and the fact he kept coming back to Kane’s bed and his life felt so healing. Kane had never felt closer to anyone, even when Adrian was drunk half out of his mind. He kissed him deeply, relishing the sensation of Adrian’s hands on him and the way his body arched up for more contact. Kane rolled his hips to press back and rub their bodies together, soaking in the heat of Adrian’s skin against his cock. He finally broke their lip lock to take a few breaths and pushed himself up on one arm to reach for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. “You want me inside you, baby?” he murmured.
"You gotta ask?" Adrian groaned, reaching between them when Kane took some of his weight off to reach for the bottle of lube. He wrapped his fingers around their cocks together, giving them both a few slow strokes. He was sure that if anyone could see how he looked at Kane at moments like these, even if they were fully dressed and five feet apart, they'd know how much he wanted him and that really was the danger in hanging around him anywhere at all. His gaze burned especially hot right now when his cock was throbbing with need and his whole body ached for his possessive jerk to give it to him good. "You asking for permission?" he added teasingly but it sounded more like Kane wanted him to beg.
Kane didn’t really have an agenda with the question, he just liked how it felt to hear Adrian say yes ... which he didn’t technically do, but Kane could read between the lines. “Not tonight,” Kane answered, a little smirk on his face. He didn’t need to, he could see all of the ‘yes’ in Adrian’s eyes. Kane got a little puddle of lube in his hand and reached down to slather it over the both of them, gazing down at Adrian’s face while he teased a finger around Adrian’s rim. He didn’t waste too much time though, reaching for his cock to rub the head of it against that tantalizing warmth. They were fucking often now and regularly switching it up, neither of them needed much warmup anymore. “You’re all mine tonight.” Eyes still on his lover, Kane started to push his hips forward, shifting a bit to find the right angle.
"Yeah I am," Adrian murmured, his eyes closing at that initial good feeling of Kane's fingers, his breath catching a bit when his cock actually pressed inside. It was true he didn't need much warming up, but Kane was still big and he always made him feel stretched and filled in ways he hadn't even imagined before he met him. He loved fucking him and being possessive, but he also loved how thoroughly owned he felt when Kane was in this mood. "Fuck, yeah," he breathed shakily, arching up against Kane to urge him in deeper, a slight shiver going through him when Kane hit the right spot within him. Any urge to play coy or bratty melted away just like that as his body took control and left him feeling mindless.
In spite of his threats to fuck Adrian within an inch of his life, Kane took it slow, working his hips in short slow thrusts to get Adrian’s body used to his girth. Kane wanted to own him body and soul, but he didn’t want to hurt him. Especially when he was drunk and wouldn’t feel it the same. He pressed forward more at Adrian’s urging, moving more by instinct now than purposeful thought, like his body just knew what Adrian’s needed. They were learning each other that well now, both of them so in sync and enamored with each other that Kane wasn’t even sure they could do any of this wrong anymore. It all felt so fucking perfect, every time. “Goddamn,” Kane exhaled as his body pressed flush with Adrian’s, all of his cock buried in delicious hot pressure. He ground his pelvis into Adrian, enraptured by watching his face while they both adjusted. After another moment Kane’s head dropped to kiss and lick at Adrian’s collar bone as his thrusts started building into an indulgent rhythm.
It was a perfect way to end a fun night and Adrian felt mindless and delirious with pleasure, clinging to his lover like he might leave him if he didn't and good God he didn't want him to stop now. He was moaning low in his throat with each gasp, squirming a bit to feel all of Kane, push up against him, wiggle against his crotch for even more sensations. "Oh fuck you feel so good," he breathed, the pleasure building steadily with every thrust and Kane's hot breath against his skin, a reminder of how mutual this pleasure was and how much he was wanted. "Lucky I want you alive or I'd eat you up," he groaned, the implications of that far from his mind as it became just an innuendo for how much he wanted this man in every way he could have him.
Adrian might have forgotten the implications, but Kane hadn’t and his core shuddered with taut pleasure as more of those fantasies about being consumed flashed through his head, jumbled images of blood and bone and pain all mixed up with the ecstasy he was feeling. It was insane and not something he really wanted, self-destructive nonsense, of course ... but gods did the idea of wendigo-Adrian literally tearing into him turn him on. Kane let out a louder sound, his hips picking up the pace of their own accord, his balls drawn tight against his body already. Adrian’s body felt so goddamn good, not just the tight ring around Kane’s cock but the way his arms and legs clung, the restless squirming under Kane’s torso. He never wanted to go back to living without this. With another groan, Kane slid one hand up to fist his fingers in Adrian’s dark hair and nipped at the side of his neck. “Mine,” he growled again, close to Adrian’s ear, as he fucked him harder. “I was there already, at the club, when you texted.” The confession came tumbling out as more possessiveness, before he could think better of it.
An image of Kane sitting in the shadows, watching him flashed through Adrian's mind and a rush of searing heat seemed to shoot straight through him. "You're a creepy fucking stalker," he groaned breathlessly but there was delight to those words as well as a bite. There was something insanely hot about Kane following him, whether it was from jealousy or worry, even if it was probably wrong on some levels Adrian just didn't care about right now. Him telling him while he was balls deep in him, pinning him down? It just made it hotter and Adrian dug his nails into Kane's back, close to his scars. "Were you jealous?"
Never had being insulted felt so fucking good. Kane didn’t know if it was a guilt thing or he was just fucked up, but he very nearly came from those words. He knew it had been shady to go to the strip club after him, he’d done his best to fight off the urge for most of the night ... but if it made Adrian sound like that, he sure as fuck didn’t regret it. Kane groaned low and snapped his hips hard against Adrian’s. “Uh huh,” he breathed, grinding deep. He grazed his teeth over Adrian’s jaw as he lifted his head to let their lips brush together as they panted. “Thought about you all fuckin’ night, couldn’t stay away.” He probably ought to be ashamed or at least concerned about this total obsession, but he wasn’t.
"That's 'cause... you're mine," Adrian said and had a hard time getting the words out without panting. He currently felt like there was just him and Kane spinning together through some kind of oblivion at record speed. Even the mattress underneath him didn't feel completely real to him, with the way his head swam and his body reeled in pleasure. All he knew was that aside from the spinning and the orgasm that seemed to be approaching too fast - like something they were going to crash into - he wanted Kane to be jealous and possessive to the point of being capable of terrible things because of it. It wasn't rational or sane but he didn't care. He didn't have to care about things like that where he was right now, like they'd reached a different level of existing for at least a few minutes where none of that stuff really mattered. He didn't have to be coherent, he could just let himself enjoy the darker aspects of his thoughts and the way Kane's body was pounding into him, seemingly squeezing hoarse moans out of him.
Kane hiked his knees up higher on the mattress, putting more weight into the thrusts like he could get deeper if he leaned into it. Healthy or not, he knew he was capable of doing terrible things for Adrian. If he’d caught any sign of trouble -- or too much interest -- from the drunk morons Adrian had been surrounded by, there would have been violence. Kane didn’t really give a shit if he was perfectly capable of protecting himself, he felt a level of protectiveness that was almost an instinct now. Or pure obsession, whatever. Kane also didn’t give a shit about picking it apart, he just knew it felt so fucking good and right for him. He kissed Adrian in between harsh breaths, nipping at those plush lips as the pressure in his core got hotter and harder to hold back. He couldn’t think anymore, all of him overtaken with the heady mix of pleasure and intimacy and raw lust.
It was the pain mixed with the pleasure and the dark streak in the happiness that pushed Adrian to his finish line, every touch felt electric and the air felt almost too thick to breathe those last few seconds as he clung to Kane and felt his balls tighten even more. He almost tried to hold back, to revel in that feeling of 'too much' for as long as he could, but he had absolutely no willpower tonight and trying to stop the wave was beyond him. Instead he threw his head back, jerking against Kane and squeezing his cock as ripples of pleasure sent him reeling and hoarse cries escaped his throat. "Don't stop," he half-whined, even if he knew he couldn't take too much for too long. Right now he just wanted to feel everything Kane could give him, even if it was just for a few seconds longer.
Kane’s fingers tightened in Adrian’s hair and clenched in the sheets as he felt Adrian start to come. Fuck he loved making him blow like this, just with his cock. It always felt like an accomplishment. Kane let out some breathy encouraging curses as he kept thrusting hard, his whole body taut with effort and pleasure. He didn’t so much give up control as felt it ripped away from him as his body took over, instinct driving him toward his own release. “Ohfuck,” he gasped, his core working hard as he pounded into Adrian. He didn’t have to endure it for long, Kane practically chased him over the edge, and when he came it was with deep shuddering pumps. It came with the greatest sense of relief that went beyond the physical, like he was purging all of that jealous, anxious energy too.
Adrian had naively hoped that having an orgasm would for some unknown reason clear his mind and sober him up a little but as his body started relaxing again, so did his grip on Kane and on his consciousness. He patted his back lightly and squirmed against him, still breathing hard and enjoying the soreness and pleasure of the aftermath. "I love you," he groaned and pressed a sloppy kiss on Kane's shoulder, barely even trying to keep his eyes open anymore. "Don't go anywhere," he added, not wanting Kane to pull away from him and leave. He had no reason to, of course, except maybe to go take a piss or something, but Adrian still had that weird and faint feeling of worry that he would leave.
Kane had no intention of leaving until he physically had to move, but he didn’t mind hearing the demand either. “This is my place, idiot, ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he murmured, a lazy little smirk crossing his face. He pulled back enough to press a few slow kisses to Adrian’s mouth, able to feel his exhaustion. Kane didn’t mind, more than content to stay right there, holding him down, buried inside of his warmth, the world still nothing but the two of them to Kane. His fingers relaxed from a grip in Adrian’s hair to a caress, and he gently nuzzled their noses together, his eyes cracked to watch the tiny twitches of Adrian’s dark lashes. “I love you too,” he breathed.
Adrian's reality was pretty fragmented right now, his mind swimming with booze and intrusive sleep, and yet everything was still Kane. He felt wrapped up in him, breathing him in, part of him and he gave him one last squeeze that wasn't very tight though he did it as hard as he could at that moment. He wanted to take Kane with him into his dreams, be somewhere where he was awake and alert and could open his eyes properly to look at him. At least he didn't feel like he was drifting away from him, more like he was drifting into darkness with him, holding on and not letting go. Those words chased him and made him smile but then he was out like a light, the booze winning out over his willpower.
Kane smiled faintly too as he watched and felt Adrian pass out right then and there. The curse had turned him into such a lightweight, it was honestly pretty cute, even if Kane was sure it was frustrating. He was glad that Adrian had let himself have a good time though, in spite of his own jealous insecurity. He’d had nothing real to worry about, that felt pretty obvious now. Kane lingered there for a while, soaking in the sensation of Adrian’s limbs relaxing completely around him while he studied his face, fingers still slowly moving through Adrian’s hair. He was so goddamn beautiful, sometimes it made Kane’s chest feel like exploding.
He took his time moving, but eventually pulled away as gently as he could, guiding Adrian’s arms and legs down into a more comfortable position. Kane got cleaned up and brought a warm wet rag to do the same for his unconscious man before he crawled into bed with him again. He pulled the blanket over both of them, made sure Adrian was rolled onto his side just in case he got sick, and cuddled up behind him. Kane pressed a few soft kisses against the back of Adrian’s neck before he got fully settled himself and let himself fully relax.