Kane Owen (sellingsouls) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-10-03 11:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian and Kane
Where: Castle View
When: Sunday Morning, 7/15
Warning: NSFW in spots
Status: complete, Part 3
It wasn’t comfortable, but Kane would’ve stayed right there as long as Adrian wanted to as well -- he would endure any discomfort if it meant staying close to his man. But they could definitely be more cozy elsewhere, and the water wasn’t exactly coming down hot anymore, so it was probably past time to move. “Yeah,” he answered with a dopey little grin. “I still gotta make you breakfast. ... A tastier breakfast.” Kane gave a little titter and nudged Adrian to give him some room. Once they were both on their feet again, Kane rinsed off his junk and the inside of his mouth before he turned the water off. He didn’t often wish for bigger or better accommodations, but he had a brief flash of wanting a huge soaking tub that could comfortably fit two people and all the hot water they could ever need to just laze around and give each other pleasure for as long as they could stand it. Kane could afford such a thing, he’d just never wanted stuff like that for only himself. Having a quasi-boyfriend was inspiring.
Adrian chortled at the 'tastier breakfast' comment and well, they'd both had a nice appetizer now but he was definitely ready to eat something more substantial. He followed suit, rinsing off when Kane was done with the water, then hurriedly got a towel to dry off. He let his mind roam as they got ready, thinking about what he was going to need for his apartment to get anywhere near the level of comfort he'd built for himself in Portland - then wondering if he'd even spend that much time there or if he'd just be lounging at Kane's place every waking moment - and some sleeping ones. It gave him a little pang of regret thinking of the things he'd owned but that was all they were - just things and he knew some of the more personal ones were at his parents' house, just waiting for him to pick them up if he wanted them. It felt stupid to miss things so he shook it off, focused on the here and now and what he'd gained from everything that had happened. Mainly this snack of a man that was getting dry in front of him. He watched him with a little smile, followed the towel with his gaze as it touched him all over, then stepped in closer to steal a little kiss. "I love you;" he said softly, meaningfully, then followed it with a cheekier; "I'll love you even more when you feed me."
Kane glanced at Adrian enough times to catch him looking here and there, and it made him a little smirky. He liked being ogled, knowing that Adrian still wanted to look at him even when they weren’t all horned up. Kane had always kind of had a ‘ugly-hot’ assessment about himself -- he had a nice big dick and a honed physique going for him, but that was about it -- but he could feel that shifting slowly. He definitely wasn’t as pretty as Adrian and never would be, but as long as his man was still interested, who really gave a shit? Kane kissed that man back and then grinned. “That’s the idea,” he murmured, sliding his hand around to squeeze and pat Adrian’s asscheek while he was still close. “Way to a man’s heart and all that shit.” Kane hung up his towel and turned to head back to the bedroom to grab some boxer briefs so he wasn’t cooking completely naked. “You want some fresh boxers or anything? Sweats?” he asked over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I should have packed an overnight bag," Adrian said with a little wrinkle of his nose as he followed. Cherries wasn't the cleanest place to be and he hadn't been the freshest when he showed up at Kane's. "Was a little preoccupied when I came here yesterday." He'd been too worried Kane was dead or messed up to really think about what his after-party plans were but if he wasn't about to move into the building he might have considered keeping spare clothes here for the future. The thought of moving in sent another happy tingle through him and at the same time something cautioned him not to get too excited, as if that might jinx this all somehow. It was hard not to feel giddy though and he felt like there was a bit of a bounce in his step as he entered Kane's room. It all felt very domestic, getting cooked for, wearing Kane's clothes - like a proper boyfriend.
A smirk crossed Kane’s face as he also thought about the fact that Adrian would be living so close so soon. He wouldn’t need his own drawer at Kane’s place, he could shuffle over in just boxers and slippers if he wanted to. Kane still thought he would get Adrian a spare toothbrush though. He pulled out a pair of comfortable shorts and tossed them to Adrian, taking the opportunity to look him over before he covered up half of that beautiful body. As tempting as it might be, staying naked all the time would probably be too distracting for them to function. Like now, he wanted to run his hands all over Adrian’s body, but he had to cook breakfast. “Mi casa es su casa,” he murmured, leaning in to smooch Adrian’s cheek and squeeze his ass. Then Kane started for the bedroom door. “How do you like your eggs?”
"Every which way," Adrian replied as he pulled on the shorts and took a moment to enjoy the fact that he was wearing Kane's clothes. It might even have thrilled him since it was underwear, if he hadn't already been very intimate with the actual body and borrowed clothes from him before. This time around it just felt extra domestic and with no real emergency behind it. "Right now, think I'm in the mood for over easy, especially if you got some cheese." Okay, yes he was hungry if the thought of melting cheese on a buttered bread with egg on top was making his mouth water. "I'll take coffee with that," he added, running his fingers over the soft fabric of the boxers happily and by now, he knew he didn't need to tell Kane how he liked his coffee. "Can I help at all?" he called after Kane before moseying out to the kitchen after him.
“Nope, you can sit your ass down and relax,” Kane answered, grinning faintly to himself. He had plenty of cheese, plenty of eggs, and anything else Adrian might want. Within reason, of course, it was still a bachelor’s kitchen. He went to the coffee maker first to get a pot brewing, then stepped over to the fridge to start pulling out supplies. He was sure Adrian was capable of making some good eggs himself, but Kane wanted to cook for him. He plopped some butter into a pan and turned the stove on to start melting it. “So are you like ... in the wedding?” he asked, glancing back at Adrian. “Standing up front and everything?”
Adrian did as he was told, more than okay with being lazy on his day off so he sat down and rested his arms on the table as he watched Kane cook for him. He looked good - he always looked good, of course but there was something special about a guy who was willing to cook for a guy - and Adrian was more than happy to enjoy the view of his back. The question was innocent enough but it still made him think of how he wasn't going to be able to bring Kane as a date and some guilt slinked in. "Nah, they're keeping it real small," he murmured. "Mila's got her best friend and Aaron's got his big brother and that's about all the wedding party they need. Man, I haven't been to a wedding since... Fucking forever ago." He pointedly didn't think of the last wedding he was supposed to go to, that was just a rabbithole of pain. "Think it was my aunt's wedding. I just remember hating my suit."
“I’ve actually never been to one,” Kane admitted with a little huff. “I was deployed when Bailey got married.” And there had been nobody else in his life he was close enough to for that kind of invitation ... or they just weren’t the marrying type. Most of them were living the same kind of lifestyle as he was, not very healthy for a long term relationship. His position felt different now though, and Kane was also extra aware of the fact that he couldn’t go to the wedding with Adrian. He wasn’t going to be a pouty bitch about it .... but maybe he would swing by, have a peek from a distance. Kane wanted to see Adrian all dressed up, even if it was from afar. “You got a better one this time?” he asked, his tone amused. He could easily picture a young grumpy Adrian tugging at his shirt collar and looking bored out of his mind. “Or is it more casual since it’s small?” He knew fuck-all about weddings, really.
"Surprisingly, suits tend to feel better when you get to buy them yourself," Adrian snickered and Kane's mental image was pretty close to reality. His parents had insisted on helping out, but thanks to Kane he could afford a suit and a wedding present. "It was so boring though, going to a wedding as a kid. Seemed so pointless, you know? Most grownup stuff did. I think Mila probably enjoyed being all dressed up like a little princess." He couldn't really remember how old they'd been but he was going to guess twelve, judging by the small details that still lingered. "You never have any friends who got married or anything?" he asked curiously but it didn't seem like Kane had a lot of friends to begin with.
“I’m sure some of ‘em did ... I was just either outta the country or they weren’t like, big weddings you invite a bunch of people to,” Kane surmised with a shrug. Then he gave a little huff through his nose and added, “Or I just wasn’t on the guest list.” As a grown adult, he hadn’t had many close friends at all, and he’d mostly lost touch with his high school friends after joining the military and starting off on the winding path life had taken him on. For years he’d been impossible to find to send a wedding invite anyway. Kane’s hands were busy with breakfast, laying out bacon in the hot pan to sizzle while he went to fix their cups of coffee. He smiled as he set Adrian’s down in front of him. “I wanna see you in your suit. Get pictures, yeah?”
Adrian just knew that there would be a lot of pictures, whether Mila had planned on it or not. Their parents would make it happen if nobody else did so he just smiled and nodded and tried to fight off that sad feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him Kane deserved to go to a wedding. He'd probably hate it anyway, he reminded himself. A lot of people, a lot of social traditions that were admittedly a little bit stupid and probably some tacky music. The romance would be overbearing, for sure, and he'd only enjoy it because he loved the people involved. He wasn't about to tease Kane about that though, because what if he did want to go to a wedding and there was one coming up that he couldn't be invited to because Adrian had stupid hangups? That wasn't a subject he felt okay bringing up so he just pulled his mug closer with an appreciative hum. "Maybe I'll wear it for you sometime," he said. "If you promise not to rip it off me."
All Kane knew about weddings came from TV and movies and scrolling through the social media of people he used to know, so he had no idea if he’d really enjoy attending one or not. They all seemed so different anyway, depending on who was getting married. But going with somebody ... people watching with Adrian, and seeing him be so happy for his sister, and maybe even dancing together ... it seemed nice in Kane’s head. Romantic. That wasn’t in the cards for them though, at least not at this point, so Kane tried not to dwell on it. Instead he smirked and moved away to go back to cooking. “No promises there, sorry,” Kane told him lightly. He’d never been overly attracted to men in suits, a lot of them looked like corporate fuckwads, but Kane was pretty sure he would be attracted to Adrian in anything and he didn’t have occasion to dress up much, so a suit on him was going to be hot. “Come see me after the wedding, when you don’t need it anymore.”
Adrian might not feel very hungover, surprisingly enough, but he still appreciated the hot cup of coffee in his hands and took a moment to enjoy just holding the cup before he added a little more sugar. "If you break it, you buy it," he said playfully, cocking a brow at Kane. He could afford it, of course, it just seemed like a terrible waste of a good suit, especially to someone who struggled with money. He was no mind reader but his thoughts strayed down a similar path because Kane really didn't strike him as the type to like men in suits. "You'd think that was hot?" he asked with genuine curiosity. "A suit?" He also sounded a little disbelieving of the fact, but what the hell did he know? Maybe Kane still had some kinks hidden away from him and he was determined to dig until he found them all.
Kane could buy Adrian enough suits to fill up his new apartment, so he wasn’t worried about some popped buttons and torn seams. He glanced back briefly at Adrian’s question, smirky and incredulous. “I think you’d be hot in a paper bag, dumbass,” he reminded him, amused. “I know you’re gonna be a fuckin’ snack in a suit.” Kane shifted the bacon around and cracked a couple of eggs into the frying pan. “Or are you asking more about the ripping it off part?” He couldn’t say for sure since it hadn’t quite happened yet, but he suspected ripping any kind of clothes off of Adrian’s body in a fit of passion would be a good time. There was something extra appealing about messing up a formal outfit though, he had to admit. He thought of fucking Brianna at that fancy country club party and felt a weird mix of fondness and guilt.
"Maybe I'll come over in a paper bag sometimes and put that to the test," Adrian tittered before adding, "I meant suits in general. You just don't seem very into all that. The ripping off part goes without saying, of course, but you know... Suits?" He was warming up to the idea, even if it was a fucking waste of a good suit. He just liked the idea of them ripping clothes off each other, no matter how impractical it was. "You can rip a paper bag off me anytime, bet that'd be hot." And a lot cheaper. He laughed again, sipping his coffee finally and ignoring the way his stomach gurgled a bit now that the smell of food was filling the kitchen. Kane looked mighty fine all domestic by the stove and Adrian was enjoying just looking at him, even as he imagined a wholly different scenario.
Kane laughed. “What, it don’t seem like my thing?” he asked, mock-offense in his tone. “I’m a rich white man too, why can’t I carnally appreciate a nice fuckin’ Armani?” He tittered and shook his head as he worked the eggs in the pan. “Nah, it’s not like, a thing for me on just anyone. CEOs and stock market bros can kiss my ass. I’m just wildly attracted to you and happen to think you’d look delicious all dressed up. I like you just as much in scrubs. Or a paper bag, no doubt.” Kane snagged a couple of pieces of toast as they popped up and finished up with Adrian’s eggs. He got it all arranged on a plate and brought it over to Adrian with a little smile. “Bon appétit,” he murmured.
Adrian agreed on the suit-wearing bro types, he'd never found them attractive, even the ones who were especially painted up to be - models in ads, doing their best to look luscious as they adjusted their tie and ran their perfectly manicured fingers through their hair. Nope, it did nothing for him, but the thought of Kane in a suit? Sharp, dangerous looking Kane in an Armani? That he got. That he absolutely got. "Keep going," he drawled, a Cheshire grin on his face as he looked up at Kane. "What else would I look hot in?" He didn't need a list, it was just appreciation over hearing that Kane was wildly attracted to him. Not like it had escaped his notice but it was still awesome to hear him say it. "Nevermind, I'm picturing you in a suit and god damn..."
“See?” Kane murmured with a grin in return. “You get it.” He brushed his fingers through the side of Adrian’s hair and bent in to give him a smooch. If he’d been invited to this wedding, he definitely would’ve put on a suit for it -- he didn’t actually own more than a nice jacket at the moment, but a sharp suit was easy enough to shop for. Then both of them would’ve been dressed up, surrounded by Adrian’s family and friends, trying to behave and keep their hands off of each other. That sounded nearly impossible, so maybe it was a good thing Adrian was still hiding him away. The wedding was supposed to be outside too, so there wasn’t even anywhere to sneak away. Kane kissed him once more before he pulled away and went back to the stove to finish up his own breakfast so he could join his man.
"You spoil me," Adrian murmured, ignoring all the other thoughts in his mind about the wedding, about how shitty he felt not being able to bring Kane, about how fucking hot he'd look in a suit and that he kind of wanted him to get one now - just for Adrian. It just sounded like a terrible idea to suggest he get a suit to meet up with Adrian in after the wedding, it would just highlight how much he wasn't invited so Adrian bit back on it and tried to quell that nervous guilt brewing inside him. Even if he was out, would it make sense to bring Kane as his date? That was some serious stuff, going to a wedding together. Meeting the family was a huge thing all on its own and he had no idea if they were that kind of a couple. If they were a 'couple' at all. "This is so good," he added after taking a bite, the bacon nice and juicy and the eggs seasoned just right. It was easier to focus on that, far less complicated. "Fuck, I didn't realize how hungry I was."
Unaware that Adrian was feeling any kind of way about their situation, Kane was just pleased with the compliment, and knowing that he was filling his boyfriend’s hungry belly. Semi-boyfriend. Whatever. It was what it was, regardless of who knew about it or what they called it. Kane was content enough this morning to just hold on tight and let it go wherever it was going. If he stayed a secret, so be it. The visibility wasn’t worth losing Adrian over. “Mmhmm, you worked up an appetite last night,” he drawled. Once Kane’s food was ready, he plopped down in the chair next to Adrian to tuck into it, also hungry. He grunted an approving sound as he reached for his coffee to wash down the first bite of eggs and bacon. It felt sweetly domestic to sit there and eat with him, Adrian in borrowed boxers, both of them still rumpled from sleeping together, and he just wanted to savor it. Kane splayed his legs a bit more so his knee was nudged against Adrian’s leg.
Funny how a small gesture could have such a big impact after everything they'd been through. Adrian just loved that feeling of Kane's knee against his leg, firm and warm, grounding in a way. He nudged him back and then let them stay just like that, legs touching more in a small, quiet display of affection. "Can't wait to cook for you," he said between bites and he had a feeling Kane might get a small culture shock when he was all settled in. Adrian had seen his fridge, Kane hadn't seen how Adrian liked his fridge to be. Veggies for all sorts of tasty dishes and fruit for nibbling on here and there. He kind of wanted to spoil Kane with healthy and tasty things in the future, give him all the love and care he seemed to have missed out on growing up. "I don't really know any dishes by name, I just like to throw things on a pan and spice it up until it tastes good, but you let me know if you've got any favorites."
He gave a little huff through his nose as he forked up some more eggs. “That’s prob’ly the most Italian thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Kane told him, amused. “Can’t wait.” He looked forward to being on the other side of this nice little exchange too, watching Adrian cook, maybe pitching in a little. Kane wasn't a master chef by any means, and he often got too lazy to do it for himself, so if Adrian enjoyed cooking then he was definitely going to get spoiled on it. Hell, maybe he would pick up a thing or two and learn Adrian’s favorites. “I love lasagna -- and that’s not an Italian joke, promise -- stir fry, a good basic steak.” Kane gave an appreciative couple of grunts, hungry now for steak. He knew those were terribly basic favorites, but he was a pretty basic guy when it came to food.
Adrian didn't think any of those were terrible and he just chuckled at the Italian aspect of it. "Everyone likes lasagna," he said. "It's even good with just veggies, so legit everyone, even vegans with their fake-ass cheese and tofu. It's just a killer combo." Of course the best lasagna was heavy on the meat and dairy and Adrian was never going to feed Kane one that wasn't, he was just making a point. "I'll make you the best lasagna you've ever had," he promised. "With garlic bread and a juicy salad on the side." He took another bite of his breakfast as he mused about it, chewing almost pointedly as he watched Kane and gently bumped their legs together. "If you want a basic steak then I'm not your guy."
“I did say good,” Kane said, pointing his fork at Adrian. He smirked. “So, seasoned, but simple.” And if Adrian didn’t know the pleasures of a simple grilled steak, then Kane would be happy to initiate him. Maybe he shouldn’t make assumptions about the meat preferences of a sometimes-cannibal, but he couldn’t imagine that Adrian and his wendigo self had the same tastes. All of his other senses seemed different. “Did your mom teach you to cook growing up?” he asked before he took a bite of bacon. “Or were you one of those ‘learn ‘cause you got to’ bachelor types?” His mom hadn’t ever tried to teach him any of that stuff, and his old man probably would’ve gotten pissed off if she had. Cooking was women’s work in his household growing up, a responsibility to be passed from Kane’s mother to his future wife. The military had taught him different, they enforced self-sufficiency, and it had made him wish he’d started learning earlier.
"Nah, we weren't allowed in the kitchen except to do the dishes," Adrian tittered. "I learned 'cause I wanted to. I like good food and eating at restaurants is expensive so I tried one simple thing and found out it was really easy so I tried another less simple one and... so on and so forth. Mom helped but only after I moved out. I'd call her sometimes and ask her questions about how she made this or that so she shared some recipes. I think she regrets not teaching us. Mila can't cook for shit." He hummed contently as he ate some more, savoring the taste. Kane might not be terribly domestic, but he could scrounge up a delicious breakfast.
Kane almost said that was just more evidence that Adrian was the gay brother, but that was kind of sexist, wasn’t it? Cooking was a skill everybody should have, at least when it came to the basics. He got a pang of nostalgia and regret that he couldn’t just call up his mom to ask about recipes ... she would probably think he’d lost his mind even if she was capable of responding. They just hadn’t ever had that kind of relationship. Maybe Bailey had, but Kane didn’t even know that for sure. “That’s sweet,” he murmured with a little smile, not wanting to drag Adrian down with how shitty his own family was. Adrian had grown up nice and normal, and Kane was glad for that. He would probably be in even worse shape with everything else that got piled on top of him, without that foundation. “Maybe you can teach me some shit, we can trade off dinner duty. ... when you’re off and you want to, I mean.”
"Yeah?" Adrian murmured, a warm smile spreading on his face again. "Definitely." He loved the idea and while he wasn't gonna start gushing about it, he was pretty sure that was evident in the tone of his voice. "You're becoming a bigger part of my world," he added, because even if he couldn't exactly introduce him to the family, Aaron knew now and Adrian would be moving in. "That doesn't freak you out at all? You know I won't give you space, even if you ask for it." He was teasing, had meant to tell him he would but it just felt like such a lie. He'd obsess and worry and probably stalk Kane if he wanted time away from him. It wasn't healthy, but he was pretty certain by now that the feeling was mutual.
There probably wasn’t much between them that was ‘healthy’ -- whatever the fuck that really meant -- but that didn’t stop any of it from feeling really good, and didn’t make Kane want it any less. Healthy was a sliding scale, and it felt obvious that being with Adrian was healthier than being alone. He wanted to die much less than he had a couple of months back, that had to mean something, right? Kane got some butterflies in his stomach at the blunt observation that their importance to each other was growing, and he huffed a soft noise at the empty threat, a bit of heat coming into his cheeks. He didn’t know why being a significant part of anybody’s life made him feel embarrassed and sheepish, like he’d walked into the wrong party, but it did. “I mean ... yeah, kinda,” he admitted, twitching one shoulder in a shrug as he poked at his breakfast more. Kane glanced over briefly. “Just ‘cause I’m good at fucking everything up. ... don’t want no space, though.” He nudged Adrian’s leg with his knee under the table.
"Good, 'cause you're not getting any," Adrian said, feigning the sort of tone he'd be more likely to take in an argument before tittering softly. He didn't know if Kane was healthy for him but he had been good for him, he'd put some joy in his life, given him thrills he'd thought he'd never have and aside from the amazing sex and the fierce loving, he actually made him laugh and Adrian needed that. "And don't get too bigheaded, you're not that good at fucking everything up," he added. "Mediocre at best." He gave Kane a little smile, warmth in his eyes. Sure he knew what he meant and he wasn't wrong, he'd fucked up plenty, but not everything, not even half of everything.
Kane laughed softly, able to read between those lines. It was easier when he could see Adrian looking at him with all that love. It made his chest feel all warm and tingly. “Guess I gotta get more practice,” he muttered with a smirk. Kane reached over to mess up Adrian’s hair, then couldn’t resist leaning over to smooch his cheek. He was somehow so fucking good at making Kane feel better by insulting him, it somehow just worked. What they had going on definitely brought more happiness and affection into his life than he’d had probably since he was a teenager. And back then he hadn’t really even been capable of this level of love, he hadn’t had the life experience to make him truly appreciate it, like now. “You’re not getting any either though, so don’t get it in your pretty little head to go nowhere.”
"I'll try to keep my pretty head vacant of such thoughts," Adrian agreed. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth and hands, then shifted in his chair to slip one arm behind Kane's back. "And if I have to go, I promise I'll come back." Ideally he'd take Kane with him, like when he went to Portland. He couldn't imagine where else he might go or why but life was full of surprises - often unfortunate ones. "Will you let me know when you have a hunt coming up?" he asked because they both knew that out of the two of them, Kane was the more likely one to go out and disappear. Adrian knew he couldn't always go with him and probably shouldn't. He also knew he'd have a hell of a time trying not to persuade Kane not to go.
Kane hadn’t been hunting nearly as much lately, preoccupied with this new facet of his life. Financially it was fine to take a break, and while he was pretty certain that itch would come back, he was in all new territory, so who the fuck even really knew. “They ain’t always planned in advance,” Kane admitted with a little huff. “But yeah, I’ll try to let you know.” That didn’t sound as solid as promising to always come back, but they both knew he couldn’t make those kinds of promises. “And I promise ... if I can still crawl, I’m trying to get back to you.” He tried to make it sound lighter than it felt, but it was weird to switch so rapidly from a passive death wish to knowing he would spend every ounce of strength fighting to survive, all for pretty much one person. “If I gotta just go out of town, either you’re invited or I promise I’ll come back,” Kane added. He could guarantee he wouldn’t just dip out one day, at least.
That was the best answer Adrian could hope for and he hummed his approval, the thought of leaving town with Kane again tickling something inside of him. It had been a fantastic time the last time they did and he still half-wished they didn't have to come back. Some part of him always wanted to move back to Portland but being what he was and knowing what he knew, he wasn't about to leave any of his family behind again. "If you're crawling to me, just give me a call and I'll come pick your sorry ass up," he murmured as he rested his chin on Kane's shoulder. "Like you did for me last night." He added that last bit with some amusement, well aware of how drunk he'd been but at least he'd been able to walk this time.
He chuckled faintly and moved one hand to rest on Adrian’s thigh, enjoying the little tingle that came from having him so close to his neck. “Like you did for me out in the woods,” Kane reminded him. Picking up a drunk Adrian from a strip club paled in comparison to how he’d saved Kane’s life in Blackwater, and Kane would never forget it. He turned his face to brush their noses together and gently bump their foreheads. “You just keep savin’ me, over and over,” he murmured, soft. It was much more than just a physical rescue too, and they both knew it. At least that part felt a bit more mutual. Adrian had a lot to live for when it came to his family, but Kane felt like he’d somehow brought something more to that table ... at least he hoped so. He wanted to be something valuable in Adrian’s life, even if he stayed a secret to his family -- most of his family, now.
Adrian took a few seconds to just look at him, studying his face and trying to convey what he was about to say before he even said it. "You're worth saving," he told him firmly. "I'll do it again if I gotta, just watch me. Just don't make it like a weekly adventure thing, okay?" Like some damn tv show. They needed more cutesy filler episodes and less hanging off the edge, nail-biting action. More days like today. Although today he still had some stress hanging over him and some sadness as well, thanks to his chat with Aaron. There was just always something. "This is solely if you keep making me lunches," he said to lighten the mood. "And you gotta wear a suit for me, at least once."
God, the things he could do to Kane’s heart were just unbelievable sometimes. A simple statement of his worth as a human being shouldn’t have made him feel like he was trying to swallow a rock, but it did. Kane felt the urge in his arms to grab Adrian and squeeze him as hard as he could. Instead he huffed and grinned instead at the last part, pushing all the other emotions back so he wasn’t being too intense for a conversation over breakfast. “Deal,” he said, dipping in to press a kiss against Adrian’s cheek. “And like, an easy deal too. I’ll make you food in a suit even, if you want. Or put little suits on the food. Whatever makes you happy.” Kane grinned a bit and nipped Adrian’s shoulder.
"If you start cooking in a suit, you'll have to wear an apron," Adrian tittered but it would look fucking cute, he was sure. Depending on the apron. "Don't wanna get food on your fancy suit." Or cum. He'd have to get him out of that suit before he ravaged him. "So... whatever makes me happy?" he added and since they both seemed done with eating for now, he moved a bit to hook one leg over Kane's lap, like he was trapping him there. "I can just... have whatever I want, huh?" He knew the answer was yes but he enjoyed hearing Kane say it, liked that little crinkle in his eyes when he smiled and how sheepish he sometimes looked when Adrian managed to poke at him in certain ways. "You're so lucky I'm not high maintenance... yet."
“Within reason,” Kane added, though they both knew that wasn’t true. Or at least the line of what felt reasonable to give to Adrian was way out in left field already. He couldn’t keep a completely straight face as he said it, either. Kane’s hands dropped to idly caress Adrian’s knee and thigh. He loved the casual affection, having that warm weight on him, touching whatever part of Adrian that was presented to him. “Not yet, huh? Are you gonna get all demanding on me once you’re moved in?” he asked, a little half-grin on his face. “What kind of maintenance are you gonna require?” He honestly couldn’t imagine Adrian turning into some smothering boyfriend and requiring a bunch of stuff from him that he didn’t already want to do.
"Well, I can't tell you now," Adrian retorted with a shake of his head. "That'd ruin it. Nah, I'll up the ante, little by little so you barely notice it and then bam, suddenly super high maintenance when it's too late for you to protest." He couldn't keep a straight face either. Maybe he was high maintenance, would he even know? He didn't think so, but he'd never really had a boyfriend as such, certainly not someone he was this crazy about. Maybe he'd get needy and smothering and pushy without even realizing it. It was hard to imagine but he didn't think people who did annoying things were fully aware of it.
“See now you sound like a cartoon villain, monologuing and shit,” Kane drawled, smirking. He lightly pinched here and there on the inside of Adrian’s thigh, hunting for a ticklish spot. He kind of didn’t mind the thought of Adrian becoming ‘high maintenance’ ... though Kane was sure in reality it would get annoying very fast, at this obsessive moment in time he wanted Adrian to want things from him. Kane had never really felt the urge to make someone else happy to this intensity before, but he craved being needed by this man. “Trying to cook me like a frog in a pot. Go on and try.”
"You're already boiled, baby," Adrian tittered as he used all his willpower not to twitch when Kane did hit a ticklish spot. He failed eventually, squirming a bit before he grabbed Kane's face to distract him, planting a firm kiss on his lips, then lingering there. They were both pretty well boiled, metaphorically speaking, lost in the sauce and too far gone to return. Adrian was more than okay with that and being with Kane helped with not thinking about the bad consequences or the talk he might have to have with Aaron and Mila soon. Right now he could just kiss this man and let himself get lost in his presence, pretending there was nothing else going on that wasn't happening inside this very apartment.