Adrian Moretti (theneedtofeed) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2024-01-31 03:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian & Kane
Where: Castle View
When: Sunday morning, 7/22
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete. Part 2
Kane couldn’t imagine leaving this relationship voluntarily either. Everything in life had a tendency to change and evolve, but even if Adrian stayed closeted until his parents died and Kane had to stay a secret, he knew he would do it. If Adrian’s lack of experience caught up to him one day and he cheated on Kane, he knew he would stay. It was hard to imagine that happening, though, or anything else extreme enough to make Kane want to be without him. Deep down he knew he would take almost any kind of debasement or humiliation or abuse Adrian decided to dole out, so as not to lose him. He was soft in certain ways, they were just ways that no one else got to see. Being in love did that to people, he supposed. “You can fuck me up anytime, you’re the best at it,” Kane countered with a smirk. He gave Adrian’s ass a little smack and kissed him again before he pulled away. He’d promised coffee and a day that was more than just canoodling, so they needed to get to it before he tackled Adrian into bed all over again.
Adrian preened a little over being 'best at it', but then he followed Kane to get the day officially started, bathroom, breakfast and all. He felt pretty accomplished when they'd managed to get dressed, that always felt like the biggest challenge when he was with Kane. Clothes tended to somehow come off every time he was near him for more than a few minutes at a time. Going out swimming was a good motivator though and driving around town naked wasn't a great idea. The coffee was much needed and a breakfast on top was a damn luxury. "You spoil me," he murmured as they ate. "Probably not good for me to get this spoiled." He'd had a good life up until the Blackwater incident but he'd never been spoiled - the Morettis were all about fairness and earning your keep so both he and Mila had been raised to work for what they wanted. But this... Adrian felt spoiled and it no longer made him feel awkward in any way. Just loved.
Kane grunted around his mouthful of eggs, glancing up at Adrian as he reached for his coffee to wash them down. “Shut up, you need a good spoiling,” he answered once his mouth was clear. So much bad shit had happened to Adrian already, he deserved nothing but comfort and luxury and good things for the rest of his life, in Kane’s humble opinion. Plus, Kane had never had a partner to dote on, and it felt really nice to make breakfast for someone that he cared about. They both deserved to be on both sides of this for each other, and Kane got the vague sense that it was really improving both of their lives. He knew his life felt a hell of a lot more livable with Adrian in it. “I’ll humble you if you need humbling,” Kane added with a little grin, nudging him with one knee under the table.
"I'd like to see you try," Adrian murmured haughtily, not because he didn't believe Kane could - but because it sounded hot and he was all for urging Kane on when it came to those particular activities. It was pretty obvious too the way he narrowed his eyes at him and smirked but he didn't lay it on too heavily because he did want to get out of the apartment for a nice outing before they did anything like that. "You sure nobody goes out there?" he asked to change the subject. "Wondering if I should bring swim trunks this time." He didn't much like the idea of having to run around naked if someone else showed up but Kane always seemed pretty sure it was an isolated spot.
Kane gave a short laugh and a look that said he would happily accept that challenge. He fucking loved how playful and versatile their sex life was turning out to be, and he hoped Adrian did too. They seemed to have a lot of freedom to play any way they felt like, and they had yet to clash over who took on which role at any given time, like they were naturally in sync. He didn’t dwell on any of that out loud, however, moving on to Adrian’s question. “I mean I don’t got cameras up around the place, I dunno for sure. But it’s been empty pretty much every time I’ve been out there, so ... worth the risk of skinny dipping, I think.” He shrugged and gave Adrian a lopsided grin. “If somebody rolls up on us and accidentally sees my dick, then lucky them, I say.”
It wasn't so much the nudity Adrian was afraid of but there was something to be said about accidentally flashing a group of underaged teens or something. He simply hummed as he narrowed his eyes in thought, then shook his head. "Nah, I'm gonna grab something to swim in. Just in case." They'd been lucky that one time and he didn't want to push it. He was sure he'd just leave it within reach so he could slip it on if someone did show up and still swim naked, like a security blanket. "Or do your runes protect you from social awkwardness too?" he asked teasingly and honestly, that would be a great tattoo to have.
He blew some air through his lips and chuckled. “I’d prob’ly have a lot more friends if they did,” Kane muttered. He wasn’t completely socially inept, of course, he knew how to navigate certain crowds ... but he could certainly be an awkward moron. Did he even have any real swimming trunks? Kane couldn’t remember. But he had some compression shorts that would do the trick, if Adrian insisted on swimming clothed. Kane liked how the water felt better when he was nude, but he guessed he could understand public decency being a thing. They finished off their breakfast with a bit more chatter, then Kane let Adrian clear the dishes while he went to fetch some towels to shove into a bag for them. It was a nice feeling to anticipate going out with his man, even if it was out in the woods to be alone in a different setting.
Adrian had laughed off the friends comment but Kane's lack of good friends did make him wonder sometimes about its causes. His lifestyle was crazy and Adrian related to the whole not feeling very human at times, but aside from that? Kane was fun to be around, he absolutely should have friends. In a weird and probably unhealthy way, Adrian was kind of glad he didn't though. Having to deal with yet another friends group he wasn't really a part of was intimidating, especially with how Kane was still a secret. For now he was okay with having him all to himself and in a way he did feel like they were helping each other become a little more human so who knew what the future would hold.
Kane hadn't had real friends since his military days ... and while he knew he could probably call up some of those guys in a pinch, he wasn't still close to any of them. His life was indeed crazy, and all of the traveling made it easy to stay isolated. He'd been living a very lonely life until recently, and it still felt too good to be true. He basked in that golden feeling as they climbed into the car, laughing about something stupid. The music and breeze as they drove, the walk through the trees to the waterfall, the shock of cold when he first hit the water, Kane loved it all. It would've been fine to do it alone, it was exercise on a beautiful day, but being there with the man he was in love with enhanced everything. It was all like a dream he didn't want to wake up from.
Adrian was both happy and surprised that nobody was there again, like there had to be a limit to their luck. If there was, it wasn't being enforced on them today and by the time they drove back he was feeling a nice mix of tired and exhilarated, a warmth in his core that made whatever chill he had from being wet not matter at all. They grabbed some food on the way back and that meant they didn't have to go out again for the rest of the evening which was just fine with Adrian. He'd talked to his mother briefly and texted Mila while they waited for the food and now he felt completely free from all responsibility - at least until tomorrow. "I would suggest going to my place for a change, but yours has more stuff," he said when Kane parked the car outside Castle View. "Soon though. I'm still gonna cook for you."
“I hope you’re not a bad enough cook that that’s a threat or something,” Kane teased as he reached for the driver’s side door. He knew it wasn’t and he was sure that he was going to completely adore Adrian cooking for him, but showing that he was all mushy about it ahead of time was dumb. They’d had a fabulous time in the water and on the rocks, swimming and roughhousing and soaking up the sun for a while, and no one had come to crash their party. Kane had a strange thought as he’d splashed water in Adrian’s direction -- that the waterfall and pool was some little oasis that didn’t actually exist to the outside world, like it was a bubble of beautiful privacy just for them ... it was nonsense, of course, but that was how it felt sometimes. He was just grateful for it. Adrian also seemed in a fantastic mood as they picked up food and headed back to the apartments, and that just made Kane even happier. He grabbed the bag before he climbed out of his SUV. “We can hang at your place anytime though, I don’t need a lot of stuff,” he added. “Need to christen it anyway.” Kane grinned over the car hood at him.
Admittedly it would be kind of hilarious if Adrian sucked at cooking and this wasn't a promise so much as a test to see just how much Kane really loved him. If he'd choke down his shitty cooking with a smile, he'd pass. "Your place has a tv," he pointed out and while they didn't use it a whole lot, it was still nice to have the option to be a braindead couch potato. He wasn't as eager to playfully banter while they walked to the apartment but this was at least a safe topic and a part of their 'alibi' as 'friends only'. "You were gonna catch me up on all the best games I missed while I was away," he reminded Kane but truthfully he didn't give a shit about all that. He'd reached a point in his life where he didn't feel the need to know all the things people tended to talk about when they really had nothing to talk about at all - and now he had a good excuse not to be up to date on most things. Listening was fine, sometimes it was even better than trying to participate.
Kane smirked a bit, wondering if they could even make it through a game and pay attention to the whole thing. He knew better than to wonder it aloud, at least. There was no single obvious sign he could name, but he could always feel the way Adrian pulled back a bit when they weren’t completely alone “We can give it a shot,” he said, tossing Adrian an amused sideways glance. They knew he meant they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, but he could have meant anything to anybody else. Kane fiddled with his keys until he had the right one in his fingers as they approached his door. He never used to really enjoy coming ‘home’ -- wherever that was for the moment -- but walking into his apartment with Adrian felt really good. It wasn’t just a place to shower and sleep anymore, it was actually somewhere he wanted to be. Kane set their food bag down on the coffee table and plopped on the couch to untie his boots and get out of them, leaving it to Adrian to close the door and lock up behind them. The fact that it didn’t tug at his paranoia not to do it himself also said a lot, really. He’d never had this kind of trust before.
Adrian didn't think much of it except that it felt really domestic in a way that made him feel nice. It was a good thing, not constantly thinking about their issues, about how they were both so paranoid and on edge because it meant that at the moment, he felt calm. He'd never spent all that much time at home before either, working too much or going out on his nights off, but things changed. Right now, Kane's place was his favorite place in the world, a shelter away from everything and now conveniently located down the hallway from what little stuff he actually owned. He toed off his boots and put the keys in his jacket pocket before strolling over to join Kane on the couch. He knew he was hungry though he didn't really feel it, and the food smelled good. He let them have some space while they ate but his knee still casually nudged Kane's for the duration, like he had to have some contact with him at all times. It didn't feel like it was just for him either, it was a signal to Kane as well, that his company was wanted. Adrian didn't really know if Kane needed that, but the gesture was there anyway.
He’d clicked the TV on and found something good enough to watch while they ate, but Kane wasn’t paying a ton of attention to it. It was just noise to wash over them and fill the quiet. The gentle pressure from Adrian’s knee felt good and comforting and right, like it truly belonged there. If he was being fully honest with himself, he needed every single reassurance that Adrian wanted him, big and small. He was soaking it all up like thirsty desert soil, and it already felt transformative, like things were growing under the surface. Once they were finished with their meal and the trash was back in the bag, Kane shifted in closer to Adrian on the couch and leaned back, lifting one arm to drape it around his shoulders. He pulled him in closer and pressed a kiss to his temple. “It’s been a good day with you,” Kane murmured.
"Is it too corny to say every day with you is good?" Adrian asked with just the slightest wrinkling of his nose. "I don't wanna be too corny." He meant it though and today had been especially nice. Perfect weather, perfect location and perfect company, just the kind of day that felt like a core memory in the making, soothing away any emotional hurts. His playful little grimace didn't last before he was smiling earnestly at Kane, but in order to avoid being too corny, he did add, "Days where I get to see you butt naked are always the best." That wasn't true, not really. They could have been fully clothed all day and it would still have been amazing, but he did like Kane's naked body and he was trying not to be too mushy about the whole thing.
Kane was sure there was some level of corniness that he wouldn’t appreciate, something that would make him roll his eyes or feel too smothered or something negative ... but they hadn’t found that depth yet. He felt the same way, that every day with Adrian was good, and he loved hearing that it wasn’t just him. Maybe that made both of them cheesy as hell, but Kane couldn’t give a shit. It was for them. “You’re such a sap,” he accused with a smile that said he didn’t mind at all. Kane ruffled Adrian’s hair from behind and kissed his head again. On occasion it felt a little strange to be so affectionate, like he was out of practice and not sure he was doing it right, but the desire felt so natural. “And you know I’ll get butt naked for you anytime, so every day can be the best day.” Kane tittered faintly. “Just stop by for your daily flashing before work, y’know.”
"I think it'd be safer to get the show after work," Adrian murmured and he felt like melting in against Kane when he touched him like that. "You know, for the sake of my work performance." Nudity wasn't always inherently sexual and he wasn't always easily aroused when heading for the hospital - especially when it was ridiculously early in the morning - but Kane was distracting and it was definitely too tempting to stay with him whether he was naked or not. "I do like the promise of a daily flashing though," he added, tilting his head back to study Kane's face, taking in all those things he loved so much about him. "I'll be taking you up on that offer." It was admittedly funny to think of a sleepy Kane doing a little helicoptering for him to cheer him up before work and Adrian grinned as he thought about it.
Seeing Adrian every single day still felt like a dream to Kane, whether their clothes stayed on or didn’t. Even if all he got in a day was Adrian crawling into bed with him after a long-ass shift, smelling of hospital, Kane wanted it. Even if it was just a quick stop-by for a kiss before he had to go out and spend the day with his family, Kane wanted it. He just wanted Adrian, no matter what it looked like. “It’s not an offer I make lightly, so ... you better,” Kane told him, grinning lazily back. He stroked his fingers through Adrian’s thick hair again, giving it a gentle tug. “I’ll try to dial down my sexiness so you don’t get distracted enough to like, give someone the wrong medicine or something. I know how obsessed you are with my dick.” Kane snickered to show he was at least mostly joking.
Adrian let his neck go slack enough for Kane to pull his head back a little, liking the sensation of the gentle hair pulling. He grinned again at Kane's comment and gave him a cheeky look. "What gave it away?" he murmured, letting his hand rest on Kane's thigh and sliding it upwards as if it had a mind of its own and he wasn't really paying attention to what it was doing and where it was going. "I thought I was being so subtle." There was thick denim in the way but it could have been inches of fabric and it still would have made him happy to stroke his fingers there, knowing what was underneath, especially when his fingers brushed against the hard metal of the zipper. Only then did he glance down at his hand. "Oops," he murmured impassively, then gave Kane another grin, this one a little more wolfish.
It was funny how denim could feel like nothing at all with the right touch, but still like an annoying barrier. Adrian’s light fingers gave him the tingles and made him crave to have them directly on his skin. The cheekiness of it made Kane want to bite him all of the sudden, to wipe that smile off his face and make him moan, but in an adoring way? It was a weird feeling. Kane did love that grin though, and he dipped in to nip Adrian’s bottom lip. “Subtle as a heart attack, you are,” he muttered, flexing his fingers around the soft strands. He moved his other hand to slide the fingertips up Adrian’s wrist and forearm to encourage more of that touching. He’d been talking shit about the obsession part, but he honestly couldn’t get enough of being desired so much. Considering just how badly he wanted Adrian all the time, it was delightful to feel how mutual it was.
Adrian almost told him that heart attacks could actually be really subtle but he didn't want to ruin the mood with depressing facts and nerdiness. He preferred to encourage the way Kane was touching him, darting his tongue out to lick his upper lip as he pressed his hand against Kane's crotch and then slowly pulled down the zipper. "Like a fucking ninja," he murmured as his fingers did some of that entering without breaking anything, slipping underneath the denim and rubbing gently at Kane's boxer briefs. "I'm stealing you," he added because Kane was the best bootie - although that was more pirates, he guessed. Whatever, Kane was the only treasure he wanted in any case.
The firmer touch earned a soft grunt from Kane as heat curled in his lower belly. But then he had to snicker, Adrian’s words putting a ridiculous image in his head of them fucking with ninja masks on. He thought ninjas were more assassins than thieves, but he also didn’t want to be one of those dickish ‘well actually’ guys and spoil the mood. “Oh no,” he deadpanned, grinning briefly before he kissed his man. He was more than happy to be stolen, and the amusement gave way easily to arousal as his cock thickened under Adrian’s hand. Kane gripped his bicep -- it was tempting to start groping him back, but he kind of wanted to just be played with for a few moments and soak up the attention. Plus that beautiful full mouth of Adrian’s was thoroughly distracting.
Adrian was quite happy just kissing him and touching him for now, the sensation of Kane's mouth always enough to put him into a kind of a dopey state of mind. He hadn't kissed anyone in so long before Kane, he'd forgotten how damn addictive it could be and how much he'd really missed it but Kane had thoroughly reminded him and now he couldn't get enough. He wasn't full on groping him for now, just lightly touching him through the soft cotton, liking the way he could feel Kane's cock fill out and react to even that light touch. Maybe it was even more in response to the kissing, he couldn't know, either way it was him having that effect and that never ceased to send him on a reeling little powertrip.
The kissing, the touching, the way he smelled and felt so warm against Kane’s side ... it was all rolled into one big bundle of attraction. Adrian as a whole turned him on, he definitely deserved all the credit. Kane’s hips shifted of their own accord, his body hungry for more pressure and friction even though he was thoroughly enjoying the tease. He made a soft sound into the kiss as he parted his lips further to kiss Adrian deeper, squeezing his arm before he let go of it to stroke Adrian’s chest through his shirt. Gods, he made Kane want to just push him over and crawl on top of him without even taking anything off. He was starting to get overheated and he felt like he could easily dry hump his way into an orgasm with this man. Kane knew for a fact they could do better though, and Adrian had taken the initiative so he could be patient ... for now.
Adrian was in no rush, taking his time exploring Kane's mouth and lightly touching him but eventually he wanted to be more comfortable and closer to Kane than he was currently, so he moved to straddle his lap. He kept his hand right where it was, half inside Kane's jeans, gently stroking him in the tight space, his other moving upward to flex in his hair. He'd waited long enough already, they'd had a whole meal and managed to keep their hands off each other, why wait any longer? He felt like he was floating whenever he was with Kane like this and he never wanted to come down from it, didn't want to think about the world outside these walls when his whole world felt like it was within them, encapsulated in this kiss.
It was one of Kane’s favorite places to have him, with Adrian’s weight pressing him down into the couch and his whole body within reach. Plus anytime Adrian spread his legs for him was crazy hot in the most instinctual way. Kane squeezed his thighs before slipping both hands up under his shirt to caress bare skin, his tongue darting teasingly against Adrian’s. They both had a knack for making the rest of the universe disappear for each other, and considering all the bad they both knew of the world, it felt like a gift to tune it out so easily. The tug at his hair sent tingles racing down his back, and Kane let out a soft groan as he stroked the smooth skin of Adrian’s back.
It was gratifying, feeling the heat off Kane's skin, having him making little sounds for him already even if Adrian was just barely touching him. He knew how that could drive a man crazy even more so than full-on stroking, like the lack of touch was its very own pressure, building up. His own cock was living proof of that, the only friction there being his own jeans and yet he was hard already, the smell and feel of Kane already sending blood rushing to his crotch. He loved straddling Kane as much as Kane loved having him there - if not more - feeling those strong thighs beneath him, being able to touch him in every way he wanted and being this close to him. The only thing keeping any kind of distance between their bodies was his hand and he was already putting some pressure on his arm just to get closer to Kane. "You're my favorite seat, you know," he murmured against Kane's mouth, grinning faintly before nipping on his bottom lip.
Kane made a noise that was caught between a chuckle and a growl, the feel of Adrian’s teeth on his lip giving him a sweet throb. The teasing touches felt so good but a little frustrating at the same time, a restless sensation that was much more in his muscles than his mind. It was hot, he wanted Adrian to know how easy he could turn him on. There was something about feeling secure enough to give up control too, to give Adrian free reign and know there was nothing but pleasure coming from it. “Lucky me,” he murmured, his palms sliding back down to caress and squeeze Adrian’s ass through his jeans. “Puts you right where I want you.” He pushed up against Adrian’s weight with his thighs, wanting to give him some pressure back, and feel the resistance. Kane pulled one of his hands around to cup it over the bulge in the front of his jeans, pleasantly surprised to feel just how hard he was. Two could play at the teasing game, so as much as he wanted to squeeze and grope, he just rubbed lightly instead.
Adrian was in the mood for light and playful for now but he couldn't tell how long that would last, at the moment he enjoyed it though, that gentle touch that felt more like a tickle than anything. "You like me right here, huh?" he murmured and he loved how Kane pushed up against him, easily shifting his weight, his muscles rolling and tensing in a way that brought up some interesting, feral feelings in Adrian. "I'll come sit on your lap whenever you want," he promised between kisses. "But you gotta do the same." He knew exactly what it felt like, knew what having Kane's weight on him was like, grounding and hot, so easy to touch all over. It made him think of how Kane had shown him his scars, hovering over him, beautiful and almost menacing and yet so ripe for the taking.
Someday there was going to be something one of them didn't enjoy being on both sides of, but it wasn't today and it obviously wasn't this. It was kind of amazing to Kane, the way he fucking ate up every single thing Adrian did to him like a starving man. Maybe he had been starving for a long time and he was just now really seeing the extent of it, now that he was being fed. He wasn't going to bitch about it though. "Like a couple of kinky Santas,” he muttered, then tittered over how stupid that sounded. He rubbed his thumb firmly along the length of Adrian's covered cock, then went to start undoing the fly of his jeans. They were playing with each other, and he wanted the same access Adrian had.
"Sounds like a bad Halloween costume," Adrian murmured and it probably was, Halloween merch was all some tacky and sexy one thing or another, especially for women. Mentioning it sent his mind reeling for a second about whether he'd spend time with Kane next Halloween and if they'd dress up, if he'd actually feel like partying at all. It was far away still but it was such a novel idea that it caught him unaware. "Do you ever dress up for Halloween?" he asked with a grin even as he pushed his hips forward to nudge his crotch against Kane's hand more once he felt the zipper go down. "Not as kinky Santa, just... anything?" He was trying to imagine Kane in a costume and the images that went through his head went from silly to hot to absolutely not safe for public consumption.
It was such a normal thing to do but felt like such a bizarre question that it startled a laugh out of Kane, even as he pushed back against Adrian’s bulge. “Not since I was like ... a teenager, I think,” he answered, grinning back. Kane couldn’t imagine himself in a costume either without feeling ridiculous. He saw real monsters all the time, it kind of took the fun out of pretending to be one ... he knew he could dress up as something else, a movie character or whatever, but that kind of stuff never occurred to Kane. He suddenly wondered if that meant he had no real personality beyond the dark shit in his life, but that felt like way too big of a thought for makeouts on the couch. “Do you?” he asked, trying to push it away. Kane smirked and arched a brow. “If you haven’t been a sexy nurse at least one year, I’m gonna be disappointed.” He gave Adrian’s underwear a little snap before he slipped his hand into the front of his jeans to find the firm curve of his cock.
For a second there, Adrian forgot the question as Kane's hand covered his cock, warm and rough, making the conversation they were having a little less important. Even if it was a potentially sexy topic because he could absolutely picture Kane in some seriously hot costumes. It spoke more of his desire for Kane than his thing for Halloween, he'd never been really gung ho about dressing up. He murmured wordlessly for a second, eyelids feeling a little heavier for a moment but then he managed to snap himself at least halfway out of it. "Haven't in a long time." What had it been? A decade? God that made him feel old, but he knew better than to say that to Kane. "I'm usually working on Halloween. Best I can do at work is put on some easily removed accessory like horns or a halo." He tittered and pressed against Kane's hand. Why were they even talking about costumes? He didn't remember, it didn't matter, he just wanted Kane to touch him more and touch him in turn so he moved his hand from Kane's hair down to his stomach, peeling up his t-shirt enough to slip his hand underneath, stroking over warm skin. "What the fuck were we talking about?" he whispered playfully.
He was absolutely addicted to having Adrian’s hands anywhere on him, and his skin tingled under the touch. “Just now?” he grumbled back, giving Adrian a little headbutt. “About how you need a halo and horns.” Kane grinned lazily and squeezed Adrian’s cock through his underwear. “I dunno, you started babblin’ about Halloween.” He chuckled and kissed Adrian again, nibbling possessively at his bottom lip as he pushed back against his touch. Halloween was only in a few months but it seemed like forever away, some other stage of life that he couldn’t see the shape of yet. Would Adrian be out to his family by then? Would Kane’s mother be dead? So much could change in three months. He wasn’t interested in dreaming about the future when the present moment was so sweet. Kane just cared about now, and how Adrian’s cock jumped under his touch, and how their tongues danced together, and how good Adrian’s weight felt on his thighs.
Adrian didn't feel like talking more so he just let himself sink into sensation, deepening the kiss as his fingers trailed upward to find Kane's right nipple, gently coaxing it to hardness. He loved the way Kane's body responded both in obvious ways and more subtle ones, the slight shudder of muscle versus the way his cock was now thick and hard under his touch, straining against the cotton. Adrian felt like he needed to get him naked before something burst, as if his lover might hulk out and tear off his clothing. It was a silly thought and he grinned faintly into the kiss, but it still didn't seem all that far fetched. There was so much energy there, muscles tensing and heat coming off Kane's body that drew him in and made him want to devour him. He stopped teasing his nipple and pulled his t-shirt up higher, breaking the kiss to duck down and press kisses against his chest instead.
Occasionally Kane felt like hulking out and shredding their clothes, and if he had Adrian’s sometimes-strength, he probably would’ve done it by now. He was feeling overheated under his jeans and shirt, and Adrian’s mouth on his bare skin didn’t do much to alleviate that. Kane’s fingers delved into his hair again, flexing as his chest heaved under Adrian’s lips. He liked being pinned down by Adrian’s body in one sense, but he suddenly felt trapped by it too, like there wasn’t enough room to maneuver to get his lover naked and fully available to him. Kane knew it would just take some patience to get there, but patience was always in short supply when he was so deep into lust. He tugged elastic away from Adrian’s body so he could get his hand into his boxers, gripping his cock as soon as he found it. “Gonna make me drag you to the bedroom in a minute,” Kane groaned.
"Not making you do anything," Adrian murmured because he liked being a little contrary, teasing Kane was just delicious sometimes and despite his voice being deadpan when he said it, it was a little thicker with arousal as his cock pulsed in Kane's grip. He raised his head again and pinched Kane's nipple, giving him a dopey little grin. "Gonna make you take these off soon though," he said, not so subtly complaining about the lack of space he had to stroke Kane's cock. The zipper was digging into his hand weirdly and he still couldn't bring himself to change positions as it would mess up what little grip he had on Kane's cock. It would just take a couple of seconds to readjust to make all of this easier but it was like his body didn't want to move, just wanted to stay plastered against Kane.
He felt like he needed fewer clothes between them, even if they stayed on the couch. There was lubricant in a drawer not too far away, Kane had strategically stocked the apartment once he knew Adrian would be spending even more time there. There was nothing more annoying than having to wander around looking for that little bottle. The way Adrian kept pinching his nipple made him a little growly and squirmy inside, and his patience started to run short. Kane lifted one foot to push the coffee table backward to give them more room, then pushed at Adrian’s hip with one hand, pulling the other one free from his pants. “Up, get it all off,” he said, fully planning to do the same.
Adrian made a soft grumbling sound but Kane had effectively broken his attachment curse and he let go of him, shifted back and got up to his feet. "Bedroom," he said and held his hand out for Kane, his gaze traveling over his body, the disheveled clothes, the obvious signs of his arousal and the slight flush in his cheeks. There was something to be said for admiring that from this angle that made it worth it to get up, but he already wanted to just crawl right back on him and smother him in kisses and licks. He steeled himself, tracing his tongue along his bottom lip, imagining it was Kane he was licking.
Well he couldn’t argue with that, could he? Kane smirked as he reached for Adrian’s hand, not minding that admiring gaze on him at all. He let his lover help haul him to his feet, then pulled him in long enough for another rough, nibbly kiss. Then he was pushing Adrian away and nudging him toward the hallway, impatient to get where they were going and strip down. They’d shown great restraint being naked together out in the woods, beyond some groping and kissing, and now it was time to finish what they’d started -- though it never felt ‘finished’, did it? That was the beauty of it. Once they hit the bedroom, Kane reached back to grab his shirt and tug it over his head, then reached for Adrian’s.
Adrian had been about to pull off his own shirt but he was more than happy to let Kane do it because there was something very hot about being undressed by a lover. He then took care of the rest of his clothes for speed and efficiency, waiting until Kane had done the same before he reached for him again. There was nothing like the whole body skin to skin experience and he wound his arms around Kane's waist, pulling him in close to his body as he kissed him again. There was that feeling again, that he couldn't touch him as much as he wanted all at the same time, like he wanted to cocoon him, feel all of him at once, touch and stroke every inch of his skin and taste so many parts of him. His mouth was a good consolation prize at least and Adrian found it easy to lose himself in their kisses, gentle at first but steadily growing hungrier.
Kane was happy to cling to Adrian just as much, his thick arms encircling Adrian’s shoulders, one hand moving to grip the back of his neck while they kissed. It did feel like magic, having all of him pressed against all of his man, and Kane’s hard cock flexed where it was pressed into Adrian’s hip. He couldn’t get enough of how it felt to kiss him, like their mouths had been designed for one another, all plush lips and hot breath and grazing teeth. That was just the beginning too, as there was so much of Adrian to touch now, and Kane’s hands didn’t know where to stop, moving from the back of his neck across his shoulders and down both arms, squeezing here and there before moving on to the planes of his back. He let them slide down to grip Adrian’s ass, pulling him in even tighter.
It was like nothing else, being touched like that, like Kane couldn't get enough of him, like he was greedy for his body and unable to contain it and Adrian had never felt this wanted by anyone else. His breath caught a little as Kane grabbed his ass and he dug his fingers into his back, feeling like if he just squeezed hard enough they might just merge together. His cock felt almost uncomfortably full now, pressed against Kane all hot and flush and barely getting any friction - just pressure - but that was okay, it still felt amazing in that way that made him wonder how anyone could think this was wrong in some way. Everything about this felt right, whenever he felt any guilt about what they had going it had nothing to do with sin and everything to do with other people's narrow minded shit. There were plenty of other things he had to feel ashamed of, his hunger for this man didn't even scratch at that surface.
Similarly, Kane had plenty of real black marks on his soul, things he’d done that he could never feel anything but shame for and deservedly so. His attraction to men, particularly this one, was not one of them. He’d hidden it as a younger man as an act of self preservation, but now there was no one to threaten him over it. His mom was dying and Bailey didn’t care beyond her mistrust of Adrian, and Kane didn’t give two shits about anyone else’s opinion. He would throw down with any stranger who tried to fuck with them, and if Adrian’s family ended up having a problem with his sexuality ... well, they would cross that bridge when they came to it. Kane was going to take care of him no matter what though, and he wasn’t going to let anybody come between them. Right now there was nothing at all between them, and he loved it, soaking in the firmer touches and how Adrian clung to him. They were still standing and that needed to be fixed, so he started shuffling them toward the bed, trying as much as he could not to break the kiss. “I wanna suck your cock,” he mumbled against Adrian’s lips, hands moving to his hips to turn him so Kane’s back was to the bed. He dragged his mouth away to kiss down his lover’s neck and chest as he sat down on the mattress edge.
"You need my permission?" Adrian retorted but a rush of heat went through him at the words and then Kane's lips were brushing over vulnerable and sensitive places, making him groan in appreciation. "You got it if you need it," he said softly, tangling his fingers in Kane's hair, his wrists lightly brushing against his ears as he smoothed his hands down the back of his neck. His cock was more than eager for it, practically honed in on Kane, straining upward for attention. At this point Kane didn't really need his permission he thought but he knew better than to say that out loud, there was a thin line there that they'd never crossed but evidently both liked teasing. "I want you to fuck me later, do you wanna fuck me, Kane?"
It had felt like more of a declaration than a plea to Kane, but he didn’t mind Adrian giving him shit. Banter was obviously their love language. He got the same shiver of heat from Adrian’s question, his cock twitching between his legs. “Fuck yeah, i do,” he groaned, nuzzling against the soft skin of his lower abdomen. Kane pressed breathy open-mouthed kisses against his groin, hands smoothing up his thighs to caress his hips. His smell was almost intoxicating, Kane wanted to roll around in it like an animal. The depth of this crazy attraction felt really primal sometimes. “I always wanna fuck you.” He turned his head to run his tongue down the length of Adrian’s shaft, then back up to the tip, teasing it with his lips for a moment as he glanced up at his man’s beautiful face. He sucked gently at first, just the head, giving soft little licks to tease him.
It was the best kind of answer - always - and Adrian allowed himself to soak it in, his eyes half lidded as he looked down at Kane. Sometimes it felt like he was seeing him for the first time and he got struck with that amazement that this was his lover, that this man loved him, that they had this bond between them and all this fucking chemistry. He was just so fucking beautiful, like he should be out of reach somehow but here he was, right here, his mouth on Adrian's cock, his large hands gripping Adrian's hips and Adrian just wanted to squeeze him, devour him, save their moments together and replay them over and over. He moved his hands back to Kane's hair, pulling just a bit as he tangled his fingers in it again. It was so soft and thick, all of Kane was just so damn touchable, making him want to dig his fingers in. "Always wanna fuck you too," he near whispered. "Or get fucked by you. I just want you."
He didn’t think he could ever get sick of hearing that, in any context ... it was just easier to accept in some contexts more than others. Adrian’s cock was practically vibrating with need for him, that was physical evidence he could see and feel. It was the deeper wanting that he struggled with, that slippery faith that this was what he hoped it was and he wasn’t going to get hurt. That it wouldn’t all get taken from him again, because he didn’t deserve it. Kane was starting to think he’d really found a partner for life, something he’d thought was impossible, and some part of him was still holding its breath. It felt easier to believe in moments like these, when he felt so tuned into Adrian, so aware of every breath and muscle twitch, and his head was full of his scent. Happy chills ran down his back from Adrian’s fingers in his hair. All Kane wanted was to make him feel good, pour more love into him. He took Adrian’s cock deeper into his mouth, stroking his tongue against the silky underside of it as his eyes drifted shut. Kane sucked him harder and let his hands roam over more of Adrian’s skin.
Adrian's breathing was getting thicker, more audible, and he was just barely keeping his eyes open enough to watch Kane. It reminded him of being very young and very quick to come, but at least now it was more quick to get close and then he could stay there a while. Kane just got him so damn close with no effort at all, he'd already felt hot and heavy long before Kane's lips even touched his cock. "Fuck, you drive me crazy," he whispered, lips twitching into a small and brief smile. Kane's mouth was so hot and wet, his tongue so nimble against Adrian's cock, he might not be close to coming but he already felt so damn good, tuned in completely to just Kane and his own body.
Kane had learned Adrian’s body well enough now to know how to help him ride that edge, how to read the tension and tremors in his thighs and when to back off a bit. He moaned softly around the warm thick shaft in his mouth, always eager to hear how much Adrian wanted him and was enjoying himself. He picked up the pace a bit, totally hooked on the taste and feel of him, happily lost in what he was doing. Kane’s hands had just slid around to Adrian’s ass to get a good grope in when a terribly familiar feeling started up in the back of his head. It was that burning tingling pull in his mind that always made him a little dizzy and get tunnel vision, like a migraine was coming on. Kane would’ve preferred a skull-splitter headache over what it really was. Dread shot through him and he pulled back, his expression suddenly distraught. “Shit, goddammit, not now,” he breathed, hands moving to press against his temples like he could hold himself in his body and fight it off. That had never worked, but this timing sucked so bad. He was being called and there was nothing to be done about it.
Adrian was so into what was happening that it took him a second to register that something was wrong. He just heard Kane's voice and opened his eyes to see the expression on his face, a flash of worry shooting through him that maybe he had done something to cause it. "Hey," he whispered, that rush of heat in his body turning cold as he leaned down over Kane, his hands still on his head, though he'd loosened his grip. "What's wrong?" It wasn't the first time in his life - or even just the second - where something fun shifted to something awful in a heartbeat but that didn't make it any easier to deal with. He was startled enough that the ache in his cock didn't really matter and it happened too fast for him to register what was really going on.
Kane wanted desperately to stay in the warm sexy moment and enjoy his boyfriend. This was only the second time Adrian had seen him get called away, and it was a stupid time for it, but death never waited for his convenience. He couldn’t count how many times he’d had to pull off on the side of the road to avoid crashing when that warning feeling started up. This was the first time it had caught him in the middle of sex though, and Kane hated it. He could hear Adrian’s concern, but the bedroom already felt like it was receding, and there wasn’t much time to explain. “S’a death,” Kane grunted and hoped that would be enough for Adrian to understand. He was glad he was already sitting down, because a second or two later all the strength left his body and he slumped forward and to one side, his eyes rolling back to show just the whites. Kane left himself and the apartment in a great whoosh that was like being carried off by a tsunami.
Adrian had just enough hold on him to not let Kane hit his head and he moved quickly, arranging his limbs and making sure he wasn't in an uncomfortable position. It had been a little over two weeks since he first saw this and all he could think was that maybe he should try to get Kane a medical bracelet if this ever happened in public. He knew he'd be back very soon if it was anything like last time but it still didn't feel right to just let him lie there naked so he grabbed a sheet off the bed and draped it over him, then sat down next to him and pulled his head up onto his lap. The exit had been abrupt and awful and returning would be hard if it was a death, it didn't need to be uncomfortable too.
He was only out for a few minutes on the timescale of the living, but time worked differently on the plane of the newly dead. To him it felt like at least a couple of hours had passed by the time he opened his eyes again. Kane slowly came back into himself, realizing that he was horizontal, naked but not cold, and there was warm skin against the side of his face. He took a deeper, slower breath and stirred a bit, his body feeling groggy and heavy. Kane turned his head enough to squint up at Adrian, and he felt a jumbled mix of emotions -- gratitude that he was still there, a weird sort of embarrassment, regret about the timing, a deep sense of relief that he didn’t have to explain anything, Adrian already knew. “Fuck ... m’sorry, baby,” he mumbled.
The last time this had happened, Kane had come back distraught and grief stricken so Adrian wasn't sure what he was expecting this time. Kane seemed calm, at least at first, so he just gently stroked his hair and shook his head reassuringly. "If you'd have gotten proper notification I'm sure you'd have cleared your schedule," he said with a little smirk but then he got serious again, looking his lover over with concern. "Are you okay?" For a minute there Adrian hadn't been okay, but he really didn't think that was important or for Kane to know. On some level he was just relieved it hadn't happened while he was actually fucking Kane and he'd considered just that while he waited, just how awful it could have been. What if he hadn't even noticed? What if it had been a child again and Kane came back while getting fucked? It was sobering to think about and Adrian was just relieved it hadn't been worse this time around. He'd compared it to work in his head. Sometimes death and horrible events cut right into sexy times or joyous events. Life was just like that, up and down like a damn rollercoaster. "You were out for four minutes, give or take."
At the very least the death this time hadn’t been as traumatic. Very rarely were they happy occasions, but he’d shown up this time for an old man in a hospital bed. His spirit had looked much younger as he stood beside Kane, in his prime again, as it usually was for older people. The passing of someone who’d lived a full life was much easier to handle than seeing a child snuffed out before they even got a real chance to live. Kane had done his job and sent the man on his way to whatever was next, and now here he was again, watched over by the love of his life. Adrian’s awareness of how much time had passed made Kane think he’d been sitting there and watching, counting the seconds to himself, present and concerned, and he couldn’t even describe how that made him feel. Kane pulled one hand up to rub at his eyes, they were suddenly a little watery for reasons that had nothing to do with the old man. “Yeah, m’okay,” he said, his voice still a little rusty. Kane turned his head to kiss Adrian’s thigh, then started to sit up. “It wasn’t bad, just ... his time.” He rubbed his hands over his face and back through his hair. “Are you? Okay? Sorry if I scared you.”
Adrian instinctively settled his hand on the back of Kane's shoulder when he started sitting up, ready to steady him - or to just be present if Kane needed him to be. "Nah, you were considerate enough to tell me what was going on before you blanked out," he said with a little smile and while it wasn't completely true, there was no reason to make this about himself. Kane looked like he felt like shit about it enough without worrying about Adrian too. "I was contemplating getting you one of those medical bracelets, you know, one that says you're epileptic and there's no need to call an ambulance. Just in case you start scaring people who don't know what you are." He'd thought about a lot of things during those few minutes, torn between disappointment, worry, guilt for feeling disappointed, weirdly stoic and proud of himself for being there for Kane and then embarrassed about feeling proud of being a decent fucking human being. He didn't let any of that show and it really didn't feel like it mattered now. Kane was back and Adrian moved in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, if only to let him know it was okay.
It probably said a lot about how much of a hermit Kane was that he’d only noticeably passed out in public a handful of times. He always did his best to find a bathroom or some tucked away place he could sit down for a moment, and luckily he’d never woken up to anything more than just some concerned store patrons peering down at him. It was always over so fast, most of the time he could stay stealthy about it, if he was caught out and about. Maybe an epilepsy bracelet wasn’t a bad idea though. Leave it to Adrian to think of something so practical. Kane shifted around so he could lean against his man, one hand seeking out Adrian’s to tangle their fingers together. He would’ve thought he would want space, but all he wanted to do now was snuggle and be held. “Probably a good idea,” he murmured, especially if he was staying in Point Pleasant longer than he’d thought he would. Kane settled his head on Adrian’s shoulder. “That’s a first, I think ... it’s never caught me in the middle of sex before. Lucky you.” He huffed softly.
Wrapping his arms around Kane came automatically and Adrian pressed little kisses in Kane's hair. "Hey, I get to be your first for something," he teased but it kind of felt like it fell flat. Maybe it was just that he felt a little deflated, unsure what Kane had seen and how he was really doing. "Come on, let's get up on the bed. Your floor isn't the most comfortable," he added and nudged Kane gently. No floor was comfortable of course, that went without saying, but he'd been sitting there for long enough in an awkward position that his body was starting to complain. "You can tell me what happened if you want."
The first part made Kane chuckle a bit, flat or not, but he just grunted at the rest. He wasn't used to talking about the deaths he oversaw, the burden of what he was had always been on only his shoulders. Maybe it didn't have to stay that way, though. He climbed to his feet, keeping the sheet wrapped around him, and gave Adrian a hand up. Once they were horizontal on the bed under the covers, he pressed in close to Adrian again, slipping one arm around him. He felt a little clingy and needy, like the warm solidness of his boyfriend could chase away the cold feelings that came with reaping. Kane pressed a few kisses against Adrian's skin and breathed him in. "It was an old guy, dying in a hospital,” he murmured. It sounded so simple, and it was routine ... but the end of a life was never really simple, was it? “It wasn't a bad one.”
Adrian hadn't been the one who'd 'left' and faced death, but he still felt a little off after this, maybe because he knew what it was like in a way, jumping from a good vibe into a bad one whether it was joking around in a cafeteria before running off to try to save a life - or drinking with friends only to watch them die an hour later. It all felt better once they were on the bed, especially with the way Kane clung to him. He wasn't sure why but he'd been afraid he'd pull back and need space and while Adrian didn't want to be needy, he worried that would have made him feel even more like shit. It wasn't like Kane had decided to ditch him in the middle of sex, but feelings were rarely rational. "Not a bad death is still death," he said gently, lightly running his fingers over Kane's back, feeling the bumps of scars as he went. "Even the good ones kinda hurt and that's normal."
Kane knew that Adrian was speaking from experience, and it made him feel better that his man was as familiar with death as he was. Maybe that was morbid, but it was true. They'd both witnessed it, they'd both tried to prevent it, they'd both inflicted it. It felt close to the sense of brotherhood he'd once had with his fellow soldiers, only tangled up with so much more. "Yeah,” he murmured. The light touch against his back was soothing, and Kane subconsciously started to match his breathing with Adrian's. "He told me he held on until his family left the hospital. He used to train horses. Had six grandkids. Almost all of 'em want to tell me stuff. Like I'm their last chance to be known.” It felt so heavy sometimes, a responsibility he didn't want, but he did look back fondly on some of them. The dead made for introspective conversationalists. Kane idly brushed his fingers against Adrian's side.
"A lot of people wait until they're alone," Adrian said. "A lot more than you'd think, anyway. I've seen plenty of people hold on until their family gets to them but it's like they get a second wind and then they wait until no one's around. I kinda get it, like it feels private, you don't want someone to be standing over you watching you take your last breaths. So they're fine, even chatty, and then you come back to them five minutes later and they're gone." It was different for every person, some looked so easy it made the idea of dying less scary and others made it all look terrifying. "I'd be chatty too, if you were my reaper," he said with a wan smile. "And for all they know you're the last person they'll ever talk to."
Did he want to die alone? Kane had always assumed that was how it would go, he would die violently and isolated, killed by some monster he was no match for, or by his own hand. He definitely didn’t want witnesses for that. But passing away as an old man with some nebulous family around him -- the only face he could picture clearly was Adrian’s -- the way he’d seen happen many times ... there was something appealing about it. Like it unclenched something deep inside of him. He wasn’t sure it would happen that way, of course, but this was the first time in his life it felt like a slim possibility. That all felt too heavy to express, so he smiled faintly back. “You’d be flirty, if I was your reaper,” he murmured. “Shootin’ that last shot.” Kane huffed and nuzzled his face into Adrian for a second. “For all I know I am the last person. I just wish I had some answers about what’s on the other side of that light.”
That jab about being flirty definitely lightened the mood a little and Adrian grinned because yeah, he'd flirt with this hot reaper in a second and it was comical to think about. "I wonder if you still get horny when you're dead, you know, no body and all." He knew that for himself a lot of his arousal felt like it went beyond the physical but what the hell did he know. Everything was hormones and neural signals and shit, it was probably better not to have horny ghosts lurking around, watching him masturbate. "You would be, before and after that light." He ruffled Kane's hair gently and pressed a little kiss on the side of his head. "I'm not sure it'd do us any good to know what comes after. We'd either rush towards it or avoid it even harder."
That was a pretty wise take on it, and Kane grunted some kind of agreement. Sometimes he desperately wished there were concrete answers, something to confirm people’s greatest hopes, or even their worst fears. Hell had never made sense to Kane in the context of some loving god, but from everything he’d seen, it was more likely to exist in some way than an eternal paradise. He didn’t know jack shit for sure though, and neither did anybody else, in Kane’s opinion. He was too tired and it felt too nice to be smooched and loved on by his boyfriend, Kane didn’t want to dwell on all that existential crap. He wanted to think about them flirting on a different plane of existence. “Maybe that’s why so many ghosts are pissed off,” he murmured, smirking faintly. “They’re all horned up with no body. Just frustration’. If we were both ghosts, I would still try to get you off.”
Adrian thought with some wry amusement about how he kind of wanted to get off now but at the same time he really didn't. His body had cooled down and the thought of Kane twisting himself out of death mode just to make him happy didn't sit well with him. "You'd give me many cosmic orgasms, I'm sure," he replied. "Or a sexy strip tease at the very least." He paused, scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he considered it, then smooched Kane's head again. "I'd love you even if you didn't, you know. If you were just a sulky, fully dressed ghost. I'd still follow you around. Wonder if ghosts can tickle each other, I'd try to make you smile."
Kane felt a little bad that he couldn’t shift gears so easily. He could take a lot of things in stride and still wanna fuck, but reaping was a mood killer, without fail. Adrian was making him feel much better much faster than usual, however. It was like being caught in a safety net and gently returned to earth. The ‘sulky, fully dressed’ bit made him snort in amusement, and the rest of it just filled him with a ridiculous warmth in his chest. Kane tilted his head to look up at Adrian, a goofy-feeling grin on his face. “You don’t even gotta touch me to make me smile,” he murmured. It was sappy as fuck, but that was how he felt. “C’mere, kiss me.” Various jokes ran through his head about what kind of ghosts they would be, how they could haunt homophobes and do cutesy ghost-couple shit, but kissing his man took priority.