Page 59 of Crying in the Rain
“I can’t help it. I wish I could kiss them all away.”
“You’re welcome to try.”
Kris glanced up to see if Ade meant it and received another smile of reassurance. He pressed his mouth to Ade’s Adam’s apple, keeping his lips soft as he carefully kissed each and every bruise.
“I didn’t bring any lube,” Ade murmured, cupping Kris’s buttocks and writhing against him.
“We can use massage oil.”
“Not oil.”
“It’s not actually oil. It’s gel.” Kris unfastened the top button of Ade’s shirt. “May I?”
“You may.”
Kris began working his way down.
“Water-based gel?” Ade asked.
“Yep. It’s very slippery.”
“Slippery is good. What do you like?”
Only two buttons to go, Kris froze. More bruises, some the size of bottle tops clustered along Ade’s ribs, one the size of a fist circling his nipple, and scars.
“Talk to me,” Ade said.
“I…can’t.”
“Tell me how you feel.”
“Sad.”
“About me?”
Kris nodded.
“Don’t be. I need you to overwrite, not highlight.”
It took some internal arguing to convince himself, but Kris continued, pulling open the final button and peeling Ade’s shirt back, his doubts quickly dissipating at the sight of the trail of dark-red hair running downwards from Ade’s belly button and under the waistband of his pants.
The rest of their clothes came off in something of a frenzy, fears set aside in the bid to feel skin on skin. Ade pushed Kris onto his back, peppering his still-chilly torso with hot kisses, the differences in body temperature elevating every sensation. Kris rolled, taking Ade with him, and was on top once more, but it was becoming too much, and he quickly pulled away.
“Major short fuse,” he admitted. He leaned across and collected the massage gel from the bedside table. “We don’t have to…use condoms.”
“We do,” Ade said resignedly. “I think he was seeing someone else.”
“No, I mean, we can carry on doing what we were doing.”
“Oh, I see.” Ade turned onto his side and kissed Kris’s hip. “What would you like to do?” He took the bottle and tipped some of the gel onto Kris’s palm.
“Make love to you in whatever way you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
That was all Kris needed, a direction to follow.
Ade scooted down the bed, retrieved a condom from his bag and scooted up the bed again. “OK. I’m ready.”
