Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Castle View When: Late evening, Wednesday 7/25 Status: Complete, Part 2
That was a sobering line, but it also made Adrian's stomach churn with love because yes they fucking were bound together in blood and he knew he would never have this connection with anyone again, it was just impossible. He closed his eyes at the soft kisses, then looked at Kane again with reverence. "I love you so damn much," he murmured and he felt reluctant to pull out, even if he knew he was slowly going soft inside Kane. There was something weirdly intimate about just staying like this, unmoving, no goal in sight. "I never thought I'd be one of those suckers who say they'd do anything for the guy they love but... Fuck. I would."
Kane didn’t want him going anywhere yet, so he didn’t mind the lingering at all. Adrian’s weight on him was grounding and comforting somehow. He wasn’t super knowledgeable about kink and aftercare, he just knew the prolonged intimacy and affection made him feel incredibly good. “Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash,” he murmured with affection, one hand smoothing over Adrian’s back. He was so damn touchable, all over. “You’ve done so much already ... all I want is this.” Kane knew this might not be all he needed from Adrian, seeing as how he’d saved Kane’s ass more than once. But he really just wanted them to be together and happy and living their lives, even if he didn’t quite know how to do that yet. Kane had never wanted to figure it out with anyone more.
"Fine, then this is all you get," Adrian murmured with a faint smile and it was probably a good thing Kane wasn't asking him to do some impossible shit because he was pretty sure he would try and Kane was probably well aware of that already. He didn't feel like he'd done much but thinking about it logically, hell yes he had. Just today he'd come out to his sister for Kane and that was fucking wild. "As much of this as you want." He leaned down and pressed his forehead against Kane's shoulder, gently brushing his fingers against his skin. "Just gotta put up with some other crap as well, like having dinner with me and taking me swimming. Hope it's not too much of a hassle." He was rambling now and his tongue felt lazy so it all came out just a touch slurred because he was tired. "And letting me slap your ass and make me coffee in the morning."
He slid one hand up to stroke through Adrian’s hair as he nuzzled in closer, letting the other drift down to caress one side of his ass. “That’s the good shit, right there,” Kane drawled softly. When he said ‘this,’ he didn’t just mean the sex, he meant everything Adrian had listed and more -- all of those little domestic treats that made him feel so heartbreakingly normal. Kane wanted to keep doing life with him, he’d made the mundane things oddly exciting. The fact that Mila Moretti knew about him now was a big deal, and he had some mixed feelings about it, but it meant a lot to him that Adrian had done it, especially so soon. Kane knew he’d kind of been cornered into it by accident, but he still could’ve tried to keep lying, but he hadn’t. He turned his head to pepper kisses against the side of Adrian’s face. “You ready to clean up and sleep?” he whispered. “You’re stayin’, right?”
"Yeah," Adrian murmured back and he couldn't imagine getting up and getting dressed to go to his own place. "Don't even think you could kick me out right now if you wanted to." He inhaled deeply before pushing himself up and giving Kane a drowsy little smile. "I mean, you could try, but I'd be a dead weight." He snuck another kiss on his chin before slowly easing himself out of him and sitting up slowly, his body not all the way on board with moving just yet. But he did want to get cleaned up and he did want to get horizontal and more comfortable soon. "Face it, Kane. You're stuck with me now," he said teasingly as he leaned back, kneeling between Kane's thighs.
“Oh no, I hate it so much,” Kane deadpanned, smirking up at his handsome lover. He glanced down at his own body -- messy with both of their sweat and cum and lube, fucked out and relaxed. Kane gave Adrian a lazy-playful nudge with his knee. He had zero desire to make Adrian leave his apartment, maybe ever. In moments like this he wasn’t quite sure why they weren’t living together full time, when they kind of already were. But then he remembered Adrian’s family and keeping up appearances and that they hadn’t yet been through grumpy times when they wanted to be alone. No matter how he felt in this golden post-coital haze, those times would happen eventually. With a little grunt, Kane sat up and peppered some kisses against Adrian’s chest and sternum, then patted his ass before nudging him further so he could truly get up.
Adrian arched into the kisses quite happily, then stole another kiss from Kane, lips to lips before moving as suggested. "You can totally carry me back in here after the shower," he teased. "Fuck I'm getting tired." He patted Kane's ass when he was up too, thinking about how domestic this all felt and how he could easily imagine doing this all the time. In that sense, their thoughts were traveling down much the same paths. He knew at some point he'd revel in being alone for an evening but he wasn't there yet, being alone just kind of sucked all the time these days. Even then, being alone and looking forward to someone coming home was different than knowing he'd be going to sleep by himself and Kane did sometimes go driving at night so they'd definitely have nights by themselves with Adrian working at the hospital at weird hours too. The only thing that stood in the way was the secrecy. If Kane's apartment had two bedrooms, he could lie and say they were bunking to save cash. It was all probably a pipe dream. "I'll carry you next time I'm all hulked out," he promised sweetly. He could carry Kane now, he had enough experience with hoisting people around when working, but it wouldn't be nearly as carefree and comfortable as it was when he had changed.
“Best I can do is a piggyback,” Kane informed him with a crooked grin. “I’m old, my back ain’t what it used to be.” Nevermind that he’d carried Adrian into the bedroom not that long ago. Kane put a hand to his back and made a dramatic show of limping toward the bathroom for a few steps. Then he laughed and reached back to snag Adrian’s hand to pull him along. He got a ridiculous mental picture of carrying Adrian in a wedding dress over a threshold ... and then an even sillier one of both of them in wedding dresses. He wasn’t going to share that one though, because it was weird to talk about weddings, even in the silliest context. The version of Bailey that lived in his head was rolling her eyes hard enough to hurt. A wedding wasn’t in the cards for them, and it was a stupid thing to even vaguely want anyway. Kane went to the shower to turn it on and made sure there were a couple of towels in reach, then stepped in to do a quick scrub down. He was tired too, and he knew Adrian had been through an emotional day on top of working, so they were both ready to be comfortable and sleeping.
Kane could joke about being old all he wanted, he really wasn't there yet. He was fucking spry and strong and Adrian had a feeling that wasn't going away anytime soon unless something straight up happened to him. It was weird to take a shower and not get into any shenanigans, they were both pretty efficient this time around but he still felt so close to Kane, shooting him little smiles here and there, their bodies brushing against each other in the small space as they moved around together and got themselves clean. "You're okay with it, right?" he asked as they stepped out again and started drying off. "Meeting my sister and Aaron for dinner sometime... I don't wanna put some weird pressure on you." Maybe Kane had adjusted pretty well to being a dirty secret; maybe he preferred it in a way, no matter what he might say or indicate. People didn't always express their true emotions, in fact it was a rarity if they did.
Adrian’s presence made even the most mundane boring tasks feel kinda nice, and Kane half-wished he was around for all of Kane’s showers. Or at least more of them. It was really kind of funny, how empty Adrian’s apartment was going to be most of the time. Kane wouldn’t have minded hanging out over there more often too -- he actually had more furniture than Kane, thanks to the church community -- but he understood Adrian’s worry that his mom might pop in without warning. He felt a little too old to be hiding in a closet, but he would do it if Adrian needed him to. At least he didn’t have far to go to sneak back home. Kane glanced up as he toweled off his legs, his stomach giving a nervous little twist at the reminder that he was going to meet some of Adrian’s family face to face in an honest context ... mostly honest, anyway. “No, uh ... I mean yeah, I’m okay with it, of course,” Kane said as he straightened up. He offered Adrian a wan smile. “I mean I’m scared shitless ... but I still wanna do it.”
"You've already met them both," Adrian told him with some amusement but he understood Kane's trepidation far too well. He'd never had to meet anyone's family as anything but a friend, nothing so formal as dinner with a boyfriend's sister or anything. It made him think of Bailey and how he might never get to do this with her. She just knew too much to let him anywhere close, unlike Mila who was being purposefully kept in the dark for her own sake as much as his. Here was to hoping the two sisters would never actually meet and talk about them. "And they both already adore you for saving Mila off the side of the road and getting her to the hospital. You're pretty golden, you just have to look cute and not be too inappropriate in front of them." He reached up and tugged on Kane's short, wet hair, giving him a cheeky grin. "Think you can do that?"
It was true that Kane had met Mila and Aaron both, but neither time had been a planned thing and the focus hadn’t really been on him. He knew that sitting down to have dinner with them would mean questions about him and his life and scrutiny. Mila was surely going to be sizing him up, judging whether he was good enough for her brother. Kane had never had to face anything like that before, and considering how weird and fucked up his lifestyle was ... it was scary. He wanted to be good enough, more than anything. Adrian made it sound easy, but Kane wasn’t so sure. He huffed some amusement and batted at Adrian’s arm. “I can be appropriate,” he muttered with a crooked smile. “Should I like, have a story though? About what I do?” Kane had no idea how much Mila and Aaron knew about the truth of the world, what they believed. He wasn’t even sure if Mila really knew what her brother had become.
Adrian opened his mouth to answer but then hesitated, furrowing his brows in thought. He honestly didn't know if he should tell Mila what Kane really did. The urge to protect his sister was ever present and probably illogical. She knew things, she might be able to tell Kane was different - though Adrian didn't know how that worked, if it was a physical thing or a spiritual thing and what she could suss out about it all. "I probably shouldn't baby her all the time," he mumbled a little awkwardly. "She's been through the ringer, I just... Keep thinking she's been through it enough." He thought of his unborn niece, how she wasn't fully human either, how they really didn't know what was coming for any of them. His own affliction was under control, but what if something happened to D'onofrio, would the spell hold if the witch was dead? Later time problems, unlike this one. "Do you want her to know what you do?"
Adrian’s uncertainty wasn’t very reassuring, and Kane watched the subtle shifts in his expression as he thought through it. He licked his lips and rubbed the towel slowly over his arms. “I dunno, do you think it would make her hate me or something?” Kane asked, his tone a little sheepish. He didn’t want Adrian’s sister to think he was some dangerous psycho, even though he kind of was. “I just know they’re gonna ask what I do for a living and shit, and I’ve got the driving, but ... I dunno, how honest do you want me to be?” He didn’t know Mila, so he couldn’t predict how she would react to anything. He didn’t want to act cagey and secretive, but he also didn’t want to accidentally lead her into asking questions that Adrian didn’t want to answer about himself. If he could be in love with some crazy monster-killer who was selling souls into magical slavery, what did that say about him? Ugh, Kane’s stomach was knotting up already. Lie, he really needed to lie.
"I don't know, she might like it. Knowing someone's out there killing the bad things. Unless the bad thing's me..." Adrian regretted saying that as soon as he'd said it. Kane had killed him, it was so easy to forget in the moment because well, he was alive and in love and didn't want to remember. "Maybe leave out the soul selling, but I think, yeah... You can tell her whatever you want. I got a bit lost in our cover story, I think. That ain't right, you know, it's already a little lie, why add onto it? I just don't want her to know about all the shit that happened between us. It's bad enough that your sister knows about it." This was tricky territory and he could feel the tension in the air, whether he was imagining it or not. "Come on, let's talk about it in bed," he murmured, stepping closer to Kane and nuzzling his cheek gently.
His insides gave an unpleasant guilty twist at the reminder of what he’d done, but Kane tried not to react to it outwardly. He deserved for Adrian to remind him every single day, to rub his nose in it at every opportunity, and he knew he should just be grateful that Adrian wasn’t that kind of person. “Fuck -- no, I don’t want her to know either,” he muttered. The very notion of Mila finding out what Kane had done to her brother made him queasy. Kane almost flinched away from the nuzzle, too many weird emotions churning in his gut, but he managed not to. He patted Adrian’s hip and moved toward the bathroom door instead, trying to think about how he could talk about his life in a way that made sense to normal people. And what if Mila decided she didn’t like him? Or that his life was too dangerous for Adrian to be involved in? Would that sway him? Or would they continue on without either of their sisters’ approval? Kane crawled into bed with the sinking feeling that he wanted to hide there for the next few weeks.
Adrian joined him, not unaware of Kane's turmoil. "I can hear those rusty cogs in your head churning away," he murmured as he snuggled up against him. "Are you fretting? Beating yourself up about something?" He could imagine what that something was, more than one thing in fact, but he wasn't going to pretend to be able to read Kane's mind. "Like I said, you don't have to tell her anything you don't want. You can be an uber driver, a contractor, mushroom collector." He smiled faintly and draped his arm over Kane's chest and pressed a couple of little kisses on his shoulder. "Just don't freak out on me, okay?"
He was honestly trying not to freak out, but the more he thought about all of this meeting-family stuff, the tighter his chest felt. Kane was just terrified of fucking up what they had, of alienating the people Adrian cared most about. He didn’t want to be some dark dirty secret anymore, and that meant facing the light of an actually functional family, being known by others, making a good impression. It felt like a lot all of the sudden. “What if she hates me?” he whispered, his fingers finding Adrian’s arm to hook around it. “I know I did her a favor but ... my own sister don’t like me. Would that be a dealbreaker for you?” Regardless of what story he came up with about how he made money, there was still his personality to deal with, which felt like such a roadblock all by itself. Kane didn’t even like talking to his fares all that much, having a casual conversation that actually mattered was going to be hard..
"No, you idiot, it wouldn't be a deal breaker," Adrian sighed. "Your sister hates me so I guess we'd be even? I don't think Mila would ever hate anyone without a good reason. She's never been one of those catty bitches who like to hate on everyone, you know?" It was disturbing to even imagine her like that, it just wasn't his sister at all. "So I'm not sure what you'd have to actually do to piss her off during a simple dinner. Did you plan on doing something fucked up?" He was being facetious about it but he knew there were a lot of mines they could trigger. Mila was going to ask about Kane's family, Bailey was going to come up, Mila was going to want to meet her eventually and how the hell were they going to explain why Bailey didn't like Adrian? It wasn't something he wanted to worry about right now though, especially not while talking Kane down from his fretting.
That was slightly reassuring, even if the phrasing made him feel kind of dumb. “‘Course not,” Kane grumbled. “I’m not gonna act up, I’m not gonna be inappropriate, I just ... fuckin’ suck as a normal person, man. I know you’re biased and all, but at best she’s gonna think I’m a fucking weirdo.” He sighed and reached up with his free hand to scratch in his hair, giving Adrian a glance. Of course he would try to make a good impression, but Kane felt awkward even thinking about it, he was sure that was going to come across. He just wasn’t experienced with this kind of socializing at all, especially not when it felt so important to get it right. “I’m gonna try, though,” he added, softer. “I just want her to be happy for you and ... comfortable.”
"If you suck at it, I'll just make it an inside joke between me and her about how fucking awkward you are," Adrian teased but he knew exactly what Kane was saying and it wasn't like he wasn't stressed about it too. Kane could be off putting, cold and unapproachable and Adrian wasn't blind to it even if it wasn't directed at him. Hell, sometimes it was, they'd certainly had their ups and downs by now. "I've never introduced her to anyone like this before," he said. "So yeah, I'm nervous too, it's not like bringing some buddy over for a random meet-up... I just... I don't want to make it a big deal. If you can handle looking a monster in the eye as it charges at you then I'm pretty sure you can handle my sister. If you don't get along we can blame the fact she's very, very pregnant and just try again in a few months."
For a second Kane considered whether he would rather be eviscerated by a monster or totally blow it with Mila, and he couldn’t decide. He shifted a bit to face Adrian more, starting to drift his fingertips up and down his forearm. “Just goes to show how much you mean to me,” Kane murmured. “I’ve never been introduced like this before, or done it myself ... Bailey’s never met anybody I’ve been with, ever. And you know my family life was pretty fucked up, so ... I just don’t want to make any extra stress for you, you know?” Adrian and Mila were close, Kane didn’t want to accidentally create any tension there. It was honestly hard for him to imagine family without tension, but Kane knew his perspective was skewed. “It’ll be okay, though,” he added as he realized he might be stressing Adrian out now. “Like you said, maybe it’ll just end up funny.”
"We're just lucky Mila married Aaron and not one of his brothers, this would be hella awkward then," Adrian said with a little grin and it was hard to imagine having to deal with Aaron's brothers in any way but they were family now, for better or worse. He had to wonder if that meant they'd spend a holiday with them at some point, Christmas or Thanksgiving or something. The bachelor party had gone a lot smoother than he'd thought but maybe that had been sheer luck. "Aaron's family is really dysfunctional and Mila's had her trauma so it's not like you're walking into some picture perfect place where everyone shits rainbows and has no clue about hardship. I know I had a good childhood but we're not oblivious assholes about it." Aaron's secret crossed his mind again and just like the last time it made his chest hurt a little. He'd heard some of the fighting, seen some of the bruises but that secret had come as a shock.
Kane only knew vague things about the Lucases, rumors and gossip that he supposed must be true. He hadn’t thought of that when it came to Mila being married into that kind of family. Surely growing up in an abusive household had affected Aaron ... so maybe Kane wouldn’t come off as big of a freak as he was worried he would. “Yeah, that’s a good point,” he murmured. It was good to occasionally be reminded to pull his head out of his ass and realize his childhood wasn’t the worst that had ever happened to anyone. His trauma had been compounded by reaping and war and loss and a whole lot of death that most people didn’t witness, but still. “Aaron seems like a good guy, so ... glad she picked the right one. He didn’t even seem fazed about meeting me at the club.” Feeling a little more relaxed about it now, Kane snuggled in a bit closer and slipped his arm around Adrian’s waist. “You are an asshole, just for different reasons,” he added affectionately.
"Only to you," Adrian told him in no uncertain terms, arching his brows and grinning. "You're just such an idiot you bring it out in me, like I just have to be mean to you." He wasn't completely joking about it either, Kane wasn't an idiot but Adrian still felt this deep urge to just be a dick to him and Kane seemed to like it so no harm, no foul. "Someone has to keep you in line, I guess. Pull your head out of your ass and all." His grin turned into more of a smirk and he rubbed his nose against Kane's cheek. "Make room for my dick." It was such a dumb, crude joke that he almost didn't say it and he gave a somewhat embarrassed laugh as soon as the words were out. "God... Yeah, I'm an asshole, sorry."
He had to snicker at the blunt grossness of it and Kane gave Adrian's head a clunk with his own. "Stop, you're turning me on again,” he murmured with a little smirk. Kane groped his chest a bit, though he wasn't terribly serious about it. They were both tired. Something in him did like the affectionate disrespect ... maybe it absolved some of the guilt, maybe he was just a masochist by nature. He did take it to heart sometimes, but Adrian never said anything worse to him than he'd said to himself, so he got over it. "So glad I finally found someone to humble me,” he added, giving Adrian's nipple a light pinch. "I dunno how I managed without you and my sister telling me what a moron I am. ... it's only hot when you do it, though.”
"Well I give you some sugar with it," Adrian murmured and it was reassuring to hear it was hot because for a second there he got a little self conscious about it being too much. It wasn't something they really talked about, he just had a feeling Kane got off on it sometimes. It was always affectionate too, or was it? He hadn't thought about it too deeply, if he was honest with himself. "A whole lotta sugar too, 'cause I love you," he added playfully and rubbed his nose against Kane's shoulder. "And I like turning you on."
Adrian gave him more sugar than Bailey did, that was for sure. Not that he blamed her. He really wanted to make things better with her, but he was so lost on how to do it. Kane couldn’t think about it too hard or his chest started to hurt. He didn’t want to spiral in that direction now, so he tried to focus only on Adrian loving him and nothing else. “There’s no accounting for taste, I guess,” he murmured with a soft smirk. He pressed a few kisses against Adrian’s face. He smelled so warm and good and comforting, it was so easy to let the drowsiness seep in. Kane didn’t think he’d ever been this comfortable with another human being in his life, except maybe as an infant. “I love you too. Even if nobody else ever gets it.”
Adrian tittered softly because even if he knew what Kane meant, it would be so easy to twist those words into something else. "I'm hard to love," he faux-agreed, comfortably drowsy himself now and even if he wasn't consciously doing it, his body seemed to be slowly sinking into a more comfortable position. "I should give you a medal for your brave efforts, though I don't know where to pin it... Maybe a ring, right here." He traced his fingers down over Kane's chest and lightly pinched his nipple.
Kane tittered softly and caught Adrian’s wrist. He pulled his hand up to kiss and nibble on his fingers. He’d never really thought about piercing anything, but even the teasing suggestion made him want to do it, to mark himself somehow as Adrian’s. A nipple ring, a tattoo ... both? Something. “If I’m getting a medal, I expect a parade too,” he said. “So get right on that, yeah?” He huffed through his nose and smooched Adrian’s forehead, tangling their fingers together. There wasn’t a single thing about Adrian that was hard for him to love, and he felt stupidly lucky to be there, getting comfortable and sleepy with the best man in the world for him.
"I mean, a one man parade... I can just prance around your living room with an 'I love Kane' sign or something," Adrian murmured. "Does that count or do I need to make a float?" His smile came so easily and he almost felt drunk with the giddiness, knowing that he was tired enough for it to hit harder. This was the only kind of tired he appreciated; he was about to get a good night's sleep, he could feel it and in this moment he felt so stupidly happy with the way Kane was touching him. He gave his hand a little squeeze knowing full well that if Kane wanted a float he'd damn well get one. Adrian had put in a lot of hard work for pranks in the past, he could absolutely do it again for something silly and fun.
“A float and a shitton of confetti,” Kane murmured decisively. “Ain’t a parade otherwise.” He obviously didn’t need any actual fanfare, he was ridiculously happy just lazing around in bed and being insulted. It still didn’t feel real sometimes, this deep contentment, like maybe he was just caught up in some fantastic long dream. Kane nudged his nose against Adrian’s knuckles before he dipped in for another kiss on the mouth. Adrian sounded a little loopy now, but Kane almost didn’t want to go to sleep yet, just to have more conscious time with him. It was ridiculous, they practically lived together now, but that was how he felt. “You gotta be up at any certain time?” he asked softly as he re-settled his head on the pillow.
"Maybe ten," Adrian murmured. "Don't worry about it." He had a habit of waking up long before his alarm went off, though he could sometimes force himself to sleep longer. It was easier when he slept with Kane, like his presence made it safer to stay unconscious and his brain didn't blast alarms at him as frequently. "Late shift," he added so even if he slept longer - and that would be amazing - he was in the clear. Kane looked so at ease, so damn kissable and touchable. Well, he always was, but it was different now, not sexually charged and intense, just so fucking warm and inviting. Adrian stole another kiss from him, then settled down again, mere inches between their faces. "You? Got big Thursday plans?" he asked and licked his lips as if he could taste Kane's lips still there.
It was too bad Adrian had to work at all, but if he had to, having a late shift wasn’t so bad. They could spend some time together beforehand, fool around, and he could send Adrian to work loose and relaxed. Kane shook his head slightly, his gaze drifting slowly over Adrian’s features. He had his man’s face memorized by now, but that somehow didn’t take any joy away from staring at it. “Nah, nothing going on. Might go see my mom.” Kane twitched a shoulder in a shrug. He’d been taking a break from hunting, not really in need of any income at the moment. With Adrian as a distraction, it felt easier to live a lower key sort of lifestyle. “You wanna eat together and stuff?” he asked, his thumb stroking against the back of Adrian’s.
It was a sad reminder but at the same time it was just a part of Kane's life, no surprise, no sudden shock, just a long lasting, soul-deep sadness. Adrian respected that and didn't make a fuss about it, merely giving him a warm, understanding smile. It was good if he went to see his mom and soon enough, Adrian would go with him and make sure she was being well cared for. Dinner was an easier topic though and he brought Kane's hand to his lips, brushing his lips against his knuckles. "If you don't mind eating late," he murmured. "I probably won't be back until nine." He had a feeling Kane didn't mind, his hours were hardly normal, much like Adrian he just went with the flow and changed his sleeping schedule as he needed. It wasn't the healthiest way to live but neither of them had exactly been living a safe life. "I'm okay with leftovers if you wanna eat earlier."
“I meant like, lunch,” Kane said with a faint smile. “Late breakfast, I dunno. Before you go.” He would eat again when Adrian came home too, if he wanted company. Kane could eat pretty much anytime, which would probably start catching up with his aging metabolism soon, but for now he didn’t care. He moved one finger to brush it against the corner of Adrian’s mouth, constantly addicted to how those beautiful lips of his felt against any part of him. “Come over after though, if you want to,” he added softly. He almost definitely would still be awake at nine, but even if he wasn’t, Adrian was always welcome to let himself in and join Kane in bed. Or hell, just hang out in his apartment, whatever he wanted. After being so closed off for so long, it was strange sometimes to be so open to someone, but it also didn’t feel hard. Kane was all too eager to crack his full chest open and invite Adrian in.
Adrian had just assumed he was coming over after work, it was the new normal somehow and he realized that they didn't always explicitly talk about whether they wanted to meet up or not, usually they just gravitated towards each other and that kind of lack of communication could cause problems in the long run. "I am coming over after too," he murmured. "You're gonna have to tell me not to if you need your alone time." He slowly opened his mouth as if to bite Kane's finger, but kissed it instead and let the energy stay calm. "I mean that though, if you wanna be alone, just tell me. I don't wanna ruin this by being too clingy or something." It felt like a dumb thing to say when they were both seemingly so addicted to each other but this relationship was relatively new, especially in this form, and it was better to be sure.
“Likewise,” Kane drawled. He knew in his head that the day would come when he would actually want to be alone, but it hadn’t happened yet. He was like a starving man at a buffet with Adrian, stuffing himself on this love and companionship. “Just shoot me a text if you ever don’t wanna show up so I don’t come lookin’ for you.” Kane smirked faintly, but he was absolutely serious and Adrian likely knew it. Maybe he shouldn’t expect to see Adrian every day this soon into things, but he did, or at least to know which days he wouldn’t get to. Kane was clingy, but it seemed like Adrian appreciated it in some twisted way, so he wasn’t worried yet about it becoming too much.
"Same," Adrian replied and he had a strong feeling neither of them would do that just yet. Sometimes he thought he should be getting some alone time now that he finally had his own place, he just didn't really care for it. Being alone meant thinking and that rarely led down a good path. Too much grief too close to the surface, too many nightmares still waiting to pounce on him. It wasn't fair to use Kane as a human shield against those things and it probably wasn't healthy, but that was what Adrian needed right now. A large, solid, human shield he could snuggle up to and hide behind. Kane was perfect for the job and so damn kissable too. "You know I'd just fucking move in here if it wasn't so complicated, it'd be horrible, you'd get so sick of me." He grinned because hadn't he practically done just that? He hadn't even slept at his own place yet, he really needed to make mends there - with Kane, preferably.
In Kane’s mind they were indeed facing down a lot of personal demons, but instead of shielding each other they were back to back, fending it all off. Adrian could be an incredibly good distraction, but being with him had made Kane think about deep shit in his life more than he’d done for years, like he was finally strong enough to face some things. In any case, they were in it together, and that was such an incredible feeling. “Yeah just sounds like the fuckin’ worst,” he murmured, his lips quirking again. It made his chest feel warm to hear that anyway, he was glad he wasn’t the only obsessed one in this relationship. “It’s cool, it’s just like ... you did move in, we’ve just got a real big place. We can hang out on your side too, y’know. If anybody comes knockin’ I’ll just hide in the closet or some shit, sitcom style.” He grinned faintly.
That made Adrian laugh and he let go of Kane's hand in order to drape his arm over his middle, resting their foreheads together again. "We could use some sitcom energy in our lives," he agreed. "And we really need to break in that bed, it hasn't seen any action yet." He still wanted to cook for Kane so maybe he could make an evening of it soon when he wasn't working at some stupid hours. He often felt hyper when he got home from work so it wasn't like it would be an inconvenience to cook. "At least we know it's sturdy," he added, since they did have identical beds, after all. Unless Kane had put his together better. "I do not feel like explaining why it's broken to anyone who visits so let's not break it."
He was happy to shift in a bit closer, his arm slipping around Adrian’s body in return. “You gonna have a lot of visitors in your bedroom then?” Kane teased lightly, nudging their noses together. He loved having Adrian that close, every sense just filled with him. If he could spend all day plastered against his man, he knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do it ... for a few straight days, at least. They were going to get sick of each other at some point, that was just real life, but Kane hoped it would be brief. He was enjoying all of this closeness. “Invite me over then, we’ll put it to the test. And I’ll fix it if it breaks.” He knew Adrian was more worried about his mom than anyone else and maybe she was a bedroom-barger even with her grown children, but he was pretty handy and he wasn’t going to leave any obvious signs behind.
Adrian had the sudden urge to sit up abruptly and cheerfully announce they should go there right now, but it was more of a funny idea than anything he really wanted to do, his body was too relaxed and he was too sleepy - but it did make him grin. He could just imagine dragging Kane half asleep over there because it was time. And Kane thought he already knew just how crazy he was! Maybe he wasn't that crazy though because he just stayed right where he was and tittered. "You haven't had a nosy family," he told him. "My parents aren't great with boundaries." By parents he mostly meant his mom but even his dad could be oblivious to his children's private lives. They'd gotten better after he and Mila moved out but just barely. "So yeah, I might get visitors in my bedroom but not in the way you're suggesting." His grin turned a little smug at that. "But if... Would you be jealous? If someone came over to look at my bed?"
Kane’s father had harbored zero respect for his privacy, so he was familiar with parental invasion of his space, but it had come across in a much more aggressive manner, he was sure. He doubted Adrian’s mother practically busted the door down to give him a beating or accuse him of crazy shit when she was drunk. Kane wasn’t dwelling there though, the mischievous gleam in Adrian’s eye was too fun to wallow in long-passed misery. “Oh they can look all they want,” he grumbled. Kane reached for Adrian’s ass to pull him in tighter against him. “They can stare in awe at where all the magic happens. Just nobody gets in with you.” He nipped at Adrian’s jaw. Of course he would be jealous of any non-family member in Adrian’s bedroom, but he would do his best to stay somewhat reasonable about it. The man had friends too. “What would you think if I was showin’ off my bed?”
It was such a ridiculous premise but Adrian had started it and now he was trying to picture some good looking people in Kane's room, simply there to admire his bed like it was a piece of art in a museum. It was admittedly kind of hilarious, or maybe he was just that sleepy. "I'd... seriously wonder what the fuck was going on," he said with a big grin that threatened to turn into giggles. "Sorry, I'm just picturing it. Who would you show your bed to?" He technically had shown his bed to people already on account of having just moved in and shown off the whole place so that was different. There was a grace period after moving in where showing off the bedroom wasn't weird but it wasn't a very long one. If people showed up now, they'd be lucky to see the living area and - only if they needed it - the bathroom.
It was pretty funny to picture some random ass people ‘ooh’ing and golf clapping for his messy unmade bed. Kane tittered and popped another kiss against Adrian’s lips. Brianna flashed unbidden through his mind, but even she wasn’t a serious possibility anymore and Kane knew better than to mention her now. “Nah, nobody,” he chuckled, squeezing Adrian’s buttcheek possessively. “You’re the only one privileged now to see what a fuckin’ mess it is. Lucky you.” He couldn’t picture Bailey coming into his bedroom unless she absolutely had to, and if the circumstances were dire like that, he had bigger problems than stale sheets. Nobody else ever came over to his place. It was probably sad, but Kane was so used to not having friends it didn’t seem weird. “You’re the bedslut over here.”
Adrian had made a lot of this mess, he'd happily lie in it and be Kane's bedslut any time. "Bedslut," he echoed anyway, questioning it playfully. "What even... You're one too then. Or are you only a bedslut if you come to my bed? I'm not familiar with the rules." He let his hands wander down between them, not so much to fondle Kane but just to feel that heat from the core of his body, the softness cock, the skin there thin and sensitive now in its resting state. "'Cause I definitely feel like I'm entitled to having a bedslut too," he pointed out and let his hand roam back to Kane's ass, giving it a similar squeeze, possessive and loving all at once.
“No, idiot,” Kane tittered, feeling all warm and fluttery from the intimate touching. It was weird but good to feel kind of aroused but not really by it ... his cock was sated, but there was still pleasure to be had just from Adrian’s hands on him. “You’re a bedslut ‘cause you’re showing your bed off to everybody in the world, apparently. And I ain’t even got to see it yet. Your bed is totally cheating on me.” He snickered because it was total nonsense, of course, but they were both tired and a little loopy and stupid. It was much more light and fun than Kane was used to, and gods knew they both needed as much of that as they could get. He gave Adrian’s ass a little smack. “M’gonna use my key and be waiting on you to get home one of these days,” he murmured with a playful little growl.
It was good to make Kane laugh, Adrian always felt accomplished when he did in a really satisfying but weird way. He laughed with him because well, that did make more sense and he was definitely loopy so it was hilarious. "Is that a promise?" he murmured through his grin because even if he'd set down some rules about Kane coming over, the idea of him waiting like that? Yeah, it was fucking nice. It was too easy to forget why he set those rules in the first place. Nobody was going to come visit him late on a Thursday night though, especially not his parents, so it felt safe to agree to it. "You should do that tomorrow night. I think I want you to be my bedslut, it can have multiple meanings, right? Most words do. Will you be my bedslut?"
“It’s not as fun if you know it’s coming, so I’ll do it when I feel like it,” Kane countered, a cheeky half-grin on his face. It was pretty hot to think about laying in wait for Adrian to come home in a darkened apartment, ready to pounce and remind him who he belonged to. Not that either of them ever forgot at this point. “But yeah, I’m already your bedslut, in any bed you want me in,” he added and gave Adrian’s bottom lip a nibble. They spent the majority of their time in his bed, but he was pretty keen on breaking in Adrian’s too, feeling like even more a part of his everyday life. Adrian had taken a huge step in that direction tonight, and Kane felt so weirdly good about it.
"Mmm my very own bedslut," Adrian murmured contently before tittering again because that word only got sillier the more he said it and Kane was so much more than that anyway. He took a moment to just appreciate his body with his hands, smoothing his palms over his skin, textured and varied with smooth areas and coarse scars. This body had been lived in precariously and it was easy to see and even easier to feel it. He wondered if Kane's scars ever ached and it made him want to kiss each and every one of them better, as if that really worked. "You should come over tomorrow though," he said after a bit. "We really should use that bed at least once, right?"
Kane let his eyes close while Adrian touched him, not thinking much about the texture underneath those hands, just that it felt nice to be stroked. At no other period in his life had he been touched so frequently, at least not that he could remember. Adrian seemed to truly enjoy it too, it wasn’t some weird obligation or with the sole purpose of turning him on or anything. It was just love, and it created a glow in him that was hard to quantify. “Mmhmm,” he hummed without opening his eyes. “I’ll be there, just say when.” He knew Adrian was paranoid about a random parental drop-by, but after a certain time of night that had to be extremely unlikely, right? Kane was sure that after some time they would relax and move more freely between apartments.
"I should be back around nine," Adrian said. "You can just go over and make yourself at home, or I can text you when I leave the hospital." There were definitely safer hours to do this than others and this late on a work night was one of them. Maria Moretti went to bed early and would never survive the kind of shifts Adrian was pulling with how fastidious she was with her sleep schedule. That felt like a blessing these days because she did sometimes just drop by unannounced. Adrian couldn't blame her, she'd been through so much trauma, not just with him but with Mila too. Who could blame her for hovering a bit. He was less worried about their neighbors too by now, seeing as how he didn't know any of them and the ones he'd seen were all younger people who were very unlikely to be chatting with some church ladies about a random stranger.
The neighbors being gossipy hadn’t even crossed Kane’s mind, but he hardly paid attention to most of the outside world. He was a shadowy figure in his own perception, moving mostly unnoticed through the world. Kane had rarely felt like he had a big neon I have a secret! sign over his head, like Adrian seemed to carry in his imagination. But he wasn’t very well socialized in general, he didn’t think much about other people, so maybe that made sense. “I’ll be there,” Kane repeated in a murmur, his mind starting to drift now that his body was fully relaxed. He didn’t really care if he got a text or not, he would be at Adrian’s around nine, ready to devour him all over again. This peaceful sense of satiety didn’t seem to last long between them, and Kane loved every second of it.
It was worth it, forcing himself to stay awake just to watch Kane slowly drift to sleep. His face changed so much in such a short time as he relaxed. He almost looked innocent when he slept, boyish in a way that made Adrian feel stupidly protective of him. Kane could look after himself and he normally looked dangerous, but Adrian knew better now. He was so wounded underneath the rough exterior, vulnerable in ways Adrian was no longer. He did need protecting, though Adrian wasn't going to remind him of that. He was fine just knowing it for himself and lurking nearby in case Kane needed to be saved again. He'd save this man every fucking day for the rest of his life if he had to, fight any kind of monster for him. Those thoughts stayed with him as he started drifting to sleep himself and for once his dreams were more colored by heroism and wishful thinking than they were the usual trauma based nightmares.