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3. Oral sex - Hangkenny

You touch me too softly [And I know what that means]

4,912 words || rough sex and bible refrences

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Kenny's teeth are pressing into the curve of his forehead and it makes Adam feel a little dizzy. His head lulls for a few seconds in Kenny's hands and in the back of his brain he sees his former lover holding his decapitated head, fingers stained with blood. He thrashes his legs, tangles their bodies together until Kenny's feel slides slowly out the thin skin and Adam can smell the blood that's slotting itself between Kenny's teeth. Adam blinks at him through the tangled curls that fall around his cheeks and when Kenny strikes a kick between his ribs, he curls around himself; neck twisted and bare and when Kenny licks the blood of his bottom lip, swallowing it down with a hunger Adam can almost feel the blade of Damaclese pressing neatly against his neck.

He doesn't know how long he kneels there, clinging to the rope for support before anger slices through the pain in his chest. Kenny's shin hits against his bare chest and the smell of leather and sweat hits a part of Adam's brain that he's left untouched. He rears up, staggers on unsteady legs until he and Kenny are face to face, the two of them study one another; Adam looking for someone who no longer exists in the blues of Kenny's eyes as he seethes in their shared air. "Hit me again, motherfucker" Adam growls, the words ripping like a starving dog off his tongue and with a smile, Kenny does exactly what he's told. The curve of his elbow lands on Adam's jaw hard enough that his teeth sting when he raises himself back up and strikes Kenny back; twice as hard, twice as drained. He stands over Kenny, studying him the way predators study their prey before something snaps, white hot and bitter in his chest and Adam slams himself over Kenny.

His teeth pop through his skin like a blister; blood soaks into Adam's mouth and he swallows it gratefully; letting it stain his teeth a soft pink when he pulls away and grins, laughing through his aches as he kicks Kenny harder and harder until Kenny rolls under the ropes and hides behind Don Callis and Adam pretends its the shadows of the lights above them dancing across Kenny's face is what is making him look younger, smaller as he gasps in trembling breathes eyes glued someone off to the middle distance.

Adam picks at the gold on his ring gear as he paces, eyes glued on Kenny's slow movements. He moves like a shadow; shifting and growing on the floor and Adam watches the fear melt into somewhere far away in his eyes. He can still taste Kenny's blood when Adam breathes in, swearing under his breath. The match moves slower now, almost like they're seeds dancing in the wind. Adam drags Kenny onto his shoulders; stands bathed in shadows and gold as he slams Kenny down against the mat, eyes closed as he slings a leg over his shoulder and scrambles into the pin. Adam counts along with Aubrey in his head, follows the slamming of her palm and then gathers himself with the crowds gasp when Kenny's shoulders roll from under him and the two of them lay on the canvas; scalded gold and painted in the shadows of a man blissfully unaware of the weight that he's settled in their hearts like stones in the pockets of a suicidal man.

Adam rubs at his chest, turns his head weakly and follows the staccato pattern of Kenny's breathing, he focuses on the way sweat gathers under Kenny's arms and when Adam stands up, he drags the heels of his boots across the stain. "Get up!" It feels like he's yelling; screaming so loud in his mind that Kenny has to be able to hear him, he has to know how much Adam needs to do this, he needs Kenny to move. To stand.

To lose.

Kenny stares at him with clouded eyes and it reminds Adam of fog rolling over cities, of sea foam settling after a tsunami in the backyards of broken houses. He swallows his own fear and slides through the ropes, feeling how the wrapped metal twists under his weight, it bends under his grip and when Adam turns to stare down at his hands; his knuckles are white and his hands are shaking. There's an anger that's warming the bottom of Adam's heart and if he was anyone else, he would be scared of the monster that's growing in his mind. But he swallows it down and rears back, balances his feet on the apron and preys that finally, he lives up to expectations. He prays to a God who has long since abandoned to love him for something other then being his first failed creation, the rough draft of a broken man. He swallows and watches as Kenny kneels, hands on his knees.

He's talking to someone; Kenny's lips part just a little and it almost looks like it tires him out and a better form of Adam Page would stop and allow Kenny to drag him back into the ring and win. But, Adam feels a hand on his thigh and like a startled horse, he desires to bolt when he meets Matt's wide brown eyes, talking to him in a language that Adam can't quite understand but when Matt blinks slowly, Adam understands the message.

“Kill the beast that's taken over our friend. Please.”

Adam feels his eyes float off Matt, long before he registers what he's seeing. He stares at Kenny for seconds but it feels like hours; Kenny wobbles in the middle of the ring, pacing and when he tilts his head back to yell at Adam to just hit him, spit falls stained with smudges of Adam's blood.

Matt nods and Adam moves faster than what he expected; the Buckshot hits easily and when Kenny's shoulders don't roll, Adam just lays there and breathes in the celebration. The belt rests heavy and dirty in his hands but as Adam digs his nails into the leather, he leans down and presses his lips softly to Kenny's forehead and breathes in the blood of a man who had once loved so fiercely he had surrendered his own beating heart to an underworld miles away, locked in the cage of his ribs. "Thank you." He breathes against Kenny's two-tone hair. "I'm proud of you." He gasps again into the mat beside him as he sobs.

He doesn't let go of the title belt until he's backstage, standing in the middle of the medical room; blood running down his face, twisting its way through the rivers of sweat that paint his face. The room is quiet and the air is cold against his buzzing skin. He gasps in gulps of air, feels how it pushes the last of Kenny's blood, drying in flakes between his teeth, down his throat. He sits down, leans against the paper and feels the pit of his stomach twist. He keeps his eyes closed even while Doc Sampson repairs the tears in his broken body, he breathes in the sourness of the saline, digs his nails in and out with the rhythmic pull of the stitches and soon he sits, alone and it feels like he can finally breathe.

Somewhere between sleep and awakeness, Adam wanders through his own brain. He sits in the church of his own ribs and watches how his heart twitches; blood moves slowly through his body and Adam pictures how it must feel like to reach inside and cup a moving heart between his fingers. His hands twitch into fists at his side, blunt nails digging half-moon shapes into the shimmering leather and Adam wonders if he squeezes hard enough gold would mix with his blood and stain his heart. His heart still stays beating in his chest and Adam is left, wandering back into alertness with the same blood stained fingers and the same bitterness just under his tongue.

He showers, stands there under the hot water until he is baptised champion and for the first time for what feels like forever. Adam prays. He kneels at his bedside, wool socks itching the bases of his feet and he feels almost small and childish as he presses his hands together. He sighs a little, feels the heat of his own breath brush against the darkened curves of his face before he simply whispers. "Hi God..I know it's kinda..been a while.." He feels stupid and foolish but somewhere, in the back of his mind, he sees his mother smiling and when he closes his eyes tighter, he feels her hand weave through his curls. She whispers praise in his ear and Adam feels small under the glowing moon. "You just gotta give me a sign that I haven't been left behind. That I'm still..." Adam sits with a million words blocking his brain, they snap and yell and in the end he can't do anything but sigh out "Something. Anything. Please."

He sits in the empty silence for what feels like forever. Until his knee's start to ache and there's sweat trapped like rosary beads between his fingers.

Nothing happens and Adam chokes out what he hopes is a sigh, even when there's tears brewing and pressing in the corner of his eyes and even when he's sitting, shaking hands gripping at the corners of the sheets pleading into the mattress. His mother doesn't come and stroke a comforting hand down his back, nobody comes to wipe his tears. Even the moon blinks down at him from her place in the sky and tucks herself away behind a cloud.

He doesn't count how long he chokes on his own breaths, he doesn't remember when the pounding in his head started but as something swallows his heart, Adam falls back into the same cold darkness. He disappears in the same old sadness and the same twisted ache in his stomach. His knee's give way and Adam soaks in the sting of rug burn.

He stays curled up on the floor like a wounded animal, blinking into the darkness until goosebumps rise across his skin and his legs begin to ache with itches from the carpet. He's slow to clamber back onto his knees. He bends his back, presses his elbows into the mattress so hard that his shoulders tremble with the pressure and as he cups his hands together again he whimpers "Please?" Just once more and almost as if God took pity on his first creation, there's a knock at the door. Slow at first almost as if the person on the other side is nervous, cautious of the wild beast of Adam Page that sits behind him. And then louder, their palms coming down heavier and heavier and Adam turns his eyes back up to the sky, watches the moon withdraw herself from behind the clouds and he whispers "Thank you...Amen."

He scrambles to his feet, drags open the front door and...stares. "Kenny?" He doesn't know why his voice comes out as strangled as it does or why suprise quirks his voice up like a question. But it does and Kenny stares at him with the same curiousness. "Why..." There's a million questions Adam could ask Kenny that start with that but they die under the weight of his tongue. "Are you here?" Is what slips out past chipped lips and Kenny shrugs, leaning himself against the doorframe.

"You won." He tells him and Adam moves the door slightly, just enough to look over his shoulder. The belt sits tossed aside on a chair and when Adam turns, Kenny is closer. His hands rest on Adam's shoulders, fingers itching the scruff on his neck. "You've been crying and your knees are.." Kenny nods down and Adam follows the blue glow of his eyes as he stares down at his bleeding knees, the rug burn that grows its way up on itchy blotches up his thighs. "What have you been doing?" And it comes out with a laugh, Kenny standing on his tiptoes to stare over Adam's shoulders.

"Praying." The answer comes out so simple, so easy that when Kenny scoffs, arms folding across his chest there's an anger that starts in the middle of Adam's stomach. "You don't pray. Matt and Nick, they pray but you..You're only good at one thing on your knees."

Adam doesn't remember how he hit him, if the palm of his hand is what brought the redness to Kenny's cheek or if the blood on his knuckles are fresh from Kenny's nose. He stares down at him, breathing through the ache in his chest, swallows the pain that floods through his aching fingers. "Don't...Talk about me like that." The words come out trembling, flooded with bitterness and it brings bile up the back of Adam's throat. "Don't talk about me like that!" He says, anger dripping like juice down over his bottom lip. "I'm your champion now and I beat you..." He watches Kenny rear up and it's almost like they're back in the ring. "I beat you." Adam whispers into the space between their lips and Kenny...

Kenny just kisses him.

It's hard enough it hurts. His teeth brush against Adam's still lips and he doesn't know why he allows him to kiss him but when he leans closer, tongue painting its way across his chest, Adam can't help but let his lips spread open slowly. It feels like he's praying when Kenny breathes into his open mouth, staccato breathes punching the back of his throat and Adam leans down, lets his stained hands dig into the fat of Kenny's biceps and squeezes until it feels like Adam is holding the very bones of his former lover between his fingers.

He wonders just how long Kenny will let him kiss him on the doorstep; blood drizzling down his chin, pooling in the collar of Adam's tank top. He sighs against his lips and pulls away slowly. His hands tremble with pressure and kiss swollen lips part ever so slowly. "You hit me." Kenny whispers into the heavy air around them and his shaking voice makes Adam feel sick.

"You were talkin about me like I'm some kinda cheap whore." Adam whispers, the stinging of his forehead wound scratching against Kenny's skin bringing a grievance to the side of his face. "I'm the champ now." He says and Kenny nods and Adam doesn't know why but the smile that spreads across Kenny's lips hurts the corners of his heart.

"I know." He slides his hands under Adam shaking hands and pulls them off his upper arms. "You beat me" Kenny says it so easily and Adam smiles just a little when Kenny folds his own arms around his chest, "I'm kinda glad you did."

"What?" The word falls out cold and surprised and it's finally enough to separate them. Adam steps back just a little, arms folded around himself. "You're glad I did?" Kenny nods and Adam tilts his head, letting curls slide across his eyes and he's once again staring at Kenny through the blanket of tangled hair and confusion. "Why?"

Kenny shrugs, stares just a little up at Adam and when the two of them make eye contact, Adam's sure he sees a swirl of gold that dances around Kenny's pupils. "I feel...." He shrugs again, rests his hands in the pockets of his shorts. "Free."

"Free." Adam whispers. He picks at the blister on his palm until it cracks and pops. His thumb is wet and his hand is stinging by the time that Kenny nods and mumbles out a reply that doesn't hit Adam's ears. The two of them stare at one another; Adam picking at the wounds on his hands and Kenny dragging his fist across the drying blood that pools on his bottom lip. "I'm not a whore." Adam says again just because someone has to say something, the air feels like they're choking him and there's a pressure that sits over his temples like a crown of thorns.

He closes the bridge this time. Tilts his head downwards and lets Kenny kiss him softly this time. Slowly and Adam licks the taste of freedom off the back of Kenny's teeth. He whimpers into his mouth and tangles his hands into his hair. They move like they're fighting; shoulders bumping against bookcases, legs knocking into one another as they wrestle with emotions, Kenny lets Adam reopen the wound on his bottom lip, lets his tongue lap promises out his mouth and soon Adam's laying above him, knees pressing into the curve of Kenny's hips.

"Told you all you were good for is being on your knees." Kenny breathes into the pillows above him, voice shaky and innocent and Adam digs his knees deeper into the covered skin. He drags the nail of his thumb down across the curve of his shoulder blade, over his back and soon it feels like he's carving Kenny up under his hands, slicing until he's left whimpering and moaning into the hot air above them. He bites into the fat of his back, lets his teeth sink just a little and when he pulls back, spit connects the two of them like a string. Kenny's gasping for air just above him and Adam reaches up to grab his hand, he squeezes once and waits for Kenny to protest but like a lamb to the slaughter, Kenny lays his head back down and arches aching hips into the gap between Adam.

"I guess you belong to me tonight, you wanna see what kinda cheap whore I work like?" Adam whispers, tugging his shirt off. The air hits his flushed skin like a dagger; he bristles and there's a weight that sits under his chest, pulsing under his ribs and when he presses his chest against Kenny's raw back, they fit together as if they were meant to be together, maybe they are. Maybe in some other universe they're somewhere untouched by wrestling and there's dirt instead of blood under Adam's nails.

With Kenny under him, Adam feels like he's won. He feels like he's being bathed with gold. The moon glances out from behind the twitching curtains and Adam watches as welts from his hands and raised scratches become road maps of lust over his twitching muscles. He kisses the middle of Kenny's spine, drags the flat of his tongue over the dent in his back and the taste of sweat feels like it's making Adam human again as it melts on his tongue. He bites softer this time, pushes his clothed cock into the swell of Kenny's ass and when he starts begging, blabbering open mouthed curses into the air, Adam just chuckles a little.

"You're so needy." He complains, crawling off Kenny to let him roll over slowly. He studies the way Kenny twitches in his shorts, how they tent when he sits up slowly against the pillows and Adam can't help the pride that swells his cock harder against the slit of his boxers. "But I'm a whore. Sure Kenneth whatever." Adam rolls his eyes, pushes himself off his knees to stand above Kenny, watching the way his pupils spread out and lust stains the brightness of his eyes like wine spilt on a carpet or blood on the canvas.

An idea that feels almost a little twisted brushes its way through Adam's twisted mind and he flicks Kenny in the bend of his knee. "You're gonna make the champ feel good and ya ain't gonna cum before I do, got it?"

"But-" Kenny starts, voice heavy and shaking in his lungs and Adam lands his hand heavily on Kenny's thigh. He listens to the way the sound echoes around the hotel room and how Kenny's bottom lip trembles just a little. Adam follows the shape of his own fingers as they bloom, pink and as rough as rose thorns against Kenny's shaved skin. "Fine." He grumbles, tucking his arms behind him. "Whatever you say." There's sarcasm on his lips and Adam squeezes Kenny's wrists between one of his hands, thumb pressed so tightly against his pulsepoint it feels like almost their hearts are beating in some twisted tune. "What?"

"I know you, you were gonna touch yaself as soon as I turned my back!" Adam grins a little, presses the tip of his tongue into the point of his teeth and he studies the way Kenny's cheeks redden. "You can lie to everyone but yourself." He whispers, leaning down to kiss Kenny's temple. "Cmon I know you can be a good boy..sometimes. Even if it is hard for you." He teases and Adam can't help the laugh that runs its way up his throat when Kenny frowns, biting on the inside of his cheek. Adam watches how he twitches in his shorts and slowly, he releases his hands. "Stay," He says like Kenny's a disobedient dog and something flashes across the older man's face for just a second.

The two of them stare at one another for a few seconds and Adam is slow to turn his back on him, shoulders dropping as he walks over to the chair. He lets Kenny watch as he rolls his shoulders back, rubs bruised knuckles under his arms before he tucks his own hands under the waistband of his boxers. He strips slowly, letting the elastic ping against his skin and soon he's flashing Kenny the curve of his ass, the bruise on his hip and soon his boxers are kicked aside and he bends over humming softly as he scoops the title belt up between his hands. He holds it, lets the leather hand limply against the curve of his arm and behind him, he hears Kenny whimper. The belt slides effortlessly around his hips and Adam waddles his way back over to Kenny.

He watches the way Kenny's eyes glance across the nameplate. "It's still mine." He whispers, brushing his hand across the gold, gasping when Adam slaps it away, lips twisting just a little.

"Nothing in this room belongs to you. Not anymore." Adam says and the possession in his voice makes his cock twitch. "Kiss it." He whispers, dragging Kenny down and over to the belt. He wonders if the gold is cold and unfamiliar against his swollen lips, he guides his head with the the hand in the back of his head and when Kenny moans against the belt, Adam feels his throat rumble against the twitching tip of his cock and Adam imagines forcing Kenny's head down, sliding his cock down his throat as he gags. But something stops him, almost a fondness that makes his hand do nothing more than just shove Kenny closer against the belt until there's spit running either side of Adam's cock and when he lets Kenny pull away, his broken nose is engraved with curls.

Adam stares down at the cradled face in his hands, strokes a finger against Kenny's bottom lip and he feels like Judith beheading Holofernes. He stands over Kenny, the very point of his existence between his hands and Adam could, he could just bite down and end everything. But he doesn't because something tells him not too. Maybe its the foolish ache of love or maybe Adam is just too much of a coward, but he leans in and kisses the taste of polish off Kenny's throbbing lips. "You're gonna suck me off okay?" He asks and before the words slide past his lips Kenny is nodding slowly, already sliding down the bed. His head slips from Adam's hands and his lips slide around his cock and it almost feels like he's coming home.

Adam balances himself over Kenny' uses his hands in his hair to keep him balanced and when he looks down at Kenny through his eyelashes. Adam sees him as something so beautiful it makes him whimper. He holds onto his shoulder and thrusts himself slowly into his mouth, feels the way the belt digs into the top of his cock and it almost makes Adam's knees turn inwards. He tightens his hands in Kenny's hair tugs hard enough that his head jolts and soon Adam's cock rests in the back of his throat, twitching and leaking as he spills liquid silver down Kenny's throat. Spit connects the two of them when Adam pulls slowly out of Kenny's mouth and he waits until Kenny's lips close to wipe the excess cum across his face.

It's dirty and disgusting and Adam's cock strains in his shaking hand but as he drags the tip of his cock back across Kenny's lips. It almost feels like a form of worship. He crawls over Kenny, drags the belt across his heaving chest and slowly shoves his face back against the gold. "Kiss." He whispers and Kenny smears Adam's cum across the name place, over the leather until he pulls back, begging as Adam rocks back, pressing his bare ass against Kenny's damp shorts. "You've been real good Kenny"

Kenny's face glistens with sweat and Adam strokes tears off his face, digging his nail into the scabbing wound on his cheek. "Not bad for a former champ." He whispers, leaning down to bite the lobe of Kenny's ear. He knows that he's desirable , he can see the begging in the darkness of Kenny's eyes and maybe a little bit of Adam feels sorry for him. "You wanna cum now?" He asks, and there's a teasing edge to the question, with his weight on Kenny's chest he feels his begging before it hits his ears; the deep rumble that hits the bottom of Adam's cock like low vibrations.

Adam watches Kenny nod, gasping out heavy pleas through shaking breaths and it's almost a form of magic when Adam leans down and silences the prays on his lips, the God of pro-wrestling praying to a false prophet for redemption. He kisses him sweet and quiet, licks the taste of his own cum off his swollen lips and crawls off, leaning against the mattress. "Gimme a second." He whispers and Kenny instantly starts shaking his head, pleading and something small and sorry in his chest, feeling sorry for the broken look that spreads across Kenny's face. "Fine, fine whatever."

He rolls Kenny closer and he's slow to strip him of his shorts, He kisses his stomach, feels Kenny's laughter like a breath of fresh air against the crown of his throbbing head and Adam presses their naked frames together, hands running over the hardening peaks of Kenny's nipples, over the aching mound of his ass and soon Kenny has his hand wrapped around Adam limp cock, stroking and pumping almost as if he's willing Adam to become hard again. "Please?" He chokes into the messy pillowcase, free hand picking at the pillows and Kenny's pleading is enough for Adam to stiffen against his palm, it aches only a little to slide into the light tightness of Kenny's asshole.

"I should really prepare ya." Adam whispers through a groan and Kenny just shakes his head, a pleased smile smoothing out Kenny's face. Adam wonders if he feels younger when pleasure softens tight muscles and soothes a brain too loud to focus on sometimes. He kisses behind Kenny's ear.

"Prepared earlier" Kenny giggles into the air and Adam just uses his hip to nudge him closer, he fills Kenny and when he wraps a hand around Kenny's aching cock it takes barely anything before he's cumming across the sheets, over Adam's hand. Adam kisses the back of his neck, smiles softly against the scent of lust on Kenny's skin.

The two of them stay together until Kenny starts to squirm, aching hips popping when he pulls Adam slowly out of filling him and Adam softens faster than before. He sits up slowly, leans against the headboard and stares down at Kenny as he lays there, looking up at him through thin eyelashes. He watches them flutter as he blinks and Adam reaches behind him to finally remove the title belt. He lets it drop with a thunk to the floor.

"Ya might wanna clean that before you wear it again champ." Kenny whispers from his side of the bed and Adam pretends to laugh through the ache in his chest. He wishes Kenny would squirm over and lay against his chest.

"I will." Is all he whispers, watching as Kenny drags his chest slowly across Adam's bruised legs and Adam wishes it was his body heat that was soothing his aching knees and beard-burned thighs. He watches how Kenny cradles the title; close against his chest as if he's holding his own heart beat. There's flashes of emotions Adam's never seen before that dance across Kenny's face and Adam watches eyes wide with awe as Kenny's swollen lips part and his pink tongue drags itself across the gold until it sits, shimmering and polished between his hands.

"You wont get any of it back." Adam whispers to Kenny's shadow as it moves across the tiles of Adam's bathroom. He doesn't know why he's let Kenny shower first, Adam craves the sting of burning hot water. But as he sits, surrounded by gold and cum, he listens to the sound of the running water.

He's never felt more alone.

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himbos-hotline · 2 months ago

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10. Slow sex Hangkenny

Heat of her breath in my mouth, I'm alive

1870 words | Kenny Omega has chronic pain | Tender smut

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Adam knows he's hurting. He can tell by the way Kenny picks awkwardly at a blister that forms in the middle of his palm. He studies the way his blunt nails scruff and push against the bubble of fluid just under his skin. He frowns, twisting his lips together when Kenny half raises his hand to bite down. Maybe Kenny feels eyes on him or maybe he comes to a sort of sense, because he looks up; mouth open and teeth slick with spit and his palm cradled in his hand. Adam raises an eyebrow, raises the other when Kenny slams his teeth down on the fat of his thumb.

He knows he's hurting. He can tell by the way Kenny smiles. The way the corner of dried chewed lips barely reaches under his eyes. Adam studies the way his lips move as he talks soundlessly to Doctor Sampson; watches how there's a glaze that grows from the corner of his eyes as the doctor presses the tip of a needle through the cut in his head.

Adam knows that Kenny is hurting because of the way he kisses him back at the hotel. Adam's standing in his pajamas with the bathroom door pressing into the small of his back. There's the taste of medication on Kenny's tongue and as Adam's hands come to raise against the bare skin of his chest, he rubs his hands across the curve of Kenny's shoulders as he allows him to lean forward and gasp, whimpering into his mouth. "Ya still have that blister on ya palm?" Adam asks and he can almost swear it's flirting when he raises Kenny's scuffed palm to his lips, kissing it softly.

Kenny blinks down at his palm, cradles it close before he holds it against his chest, blinks into the red mark as if it's answering a question that only his brain could conjure up through the growing lust that sits barely touched in the corner of Kenny's darkening eyes. "Why...why'd you do that?" Kenny asks and Adam watches him press the question out his mouth with his tongue, almost as if it tastes bad.

"Did it hurt?" Adam asks, acutely aware of the worry that slips into his voice because Kenny's pupils blow out in such a way that makes Adam shift backwards just a little until the door handle presses against the fat of his hip. "I know you've been hurtin'"

He hears Kenny scoff, watches how his eyes roll upwards to stare at the flickering bathroom light. "Does it matter? I always hurt." And he's laughing, chuckling as if his pain is somehow funny and somewhere deep in Adam's heart, something starts to hurt. He steps forward and soon Kenny is cuddled into his arms; head pinned against his chest, spit stained bodies pressing together almost as if they're meant to fit together. Adam's lips brush against the half fresh stitches and for a few seconds, Kenny becomes gentle in his arms. Adam follows the way his arms wrap around his middle and the way his breath comes out in chilled cold puffs against the half swollen peak of his nipple. It's enough to make Adam sigh happily into the darkness of Kenny's curls. "My knees hurt." Kenny whispers eventually, letting his bare feet shift until they're between Adam's socked feet.

"Do you still wanna?" Adam flails his hand awkwardly above Kenny's head and Kenny rolls his eyes again, twisting his mouth to the side, just enough for his tongue to slip out from bitten lips and lick a warm stripe of spit across the peak of Adam's chest. It's enough to make Adam's chest hiccup under Kenny's cheek. The two of them shift slowly at first, a weak fight for dominance as they kiss and lick into each other's mouths, Adam feels poisoned by the taste of pain medicine that sits barely dissolved in the corner of Kenny's lips. It almost makes him dizzy as he pulls Kenny towards the shower, socks soaking in the dampness of the tiles under his feet.

They strip each other's clothes slowly; hands smooth down kinesiology tape, fingertips pop blisters letting the fluid drizzle between their joined hands and soon Adam;s balancing against the cold bathroom tiles trying to pull wet socks off his feet while Kenny presses himself against him, desperate to taste anything that Adam gives him. "There's a perfectly good bed" Kenny mumbles, pressing his forehead into the curve of Adam's neck to bite at his shoulder and Adam laughs through a moan when Kenny's teeth split through the skin, he feels the bruise bloom under his skin like the flowers blooming beside his shed back home.

"Yeah but you're hurtin, I know what I'm doing." Adam half preens himself under Kenny's soft giggle, he shifts him against the wall, lets him soak in the chill of the tiles and the laughter that echoes past Kenny is split off before it really starts by Adam reaching above him and turning the shower on. "Here, the hot water will help."

The water presses the ends of Kenny's curls over his face and Adam in all his softness, wraps them like spun gold between his fingers and shifts them back slowly. He waits until Kenny's skin is soft and shower warm under his skin to start kissing him again, slowly at first as if he's trying to map out every inch that his heart might have forgotten; his nose prods at the scar of Kenny's shoulder as he slides his open mouth against the stubble under his chin, his tongue laps across the scars on his stomach and his hands wrap around his knees, heavy desperate hands pressing and molding the tight muscles until they untangle like knotweed in Adam's hands. He kisses Kenny, shifts their wet bodies against one another until he can study Kenny's open face.

He makes Kenny kneel under the hot water, watching how it pools between his calves, how droplets decorate his skin like morning dew and it's enough to make Adam swallow down his own desires. Kenny blinks up at him, light eyelashes fluttering as he waits, half curious half trusting as Adam slides the tip of his cock against his parted lips, just enough that Kenny tilts himself forward to capture anything else. "Normally I'm the one in control" Kenny whispers and the softness of his voice almost gets lost in the gurgling of the pipes but Adam picks it up under the hammering water and he studies Kenny's blue eyes through the steam and strokes a hand across his wet hair, pushing it out his eyes.

"Yeah but you’re hurt. Is the water helping?" Adam asks, replying back with the same tender tone that he sees glowing in Kenny's face when he nods. "Good boy." He whispers and Kenny preens, tilting his head backwards as if he's trying to show himself off. It's enough that Adam presses his thumb loosely into the hinge of Kenny's jaw and pushes himself slowly into the waiting wetness of his mouth. The two of them stay like that, at least toAdam. For what feels like forever; He gasps out Kenny's name, presses his head against the wet tiles as Kenny hollows his cheeks and sucks, it's careful at first Kenny getting used to the weight on his tongue, the way moans and half swallowed shower water falls from Adam's mouth. He tries to wrap a hand around his throbbing cock but Adam pushes his hand away with his foot, half lidded eyes studying Kenny's peaceful face.

"Got other ideas." Adam slurs out and Kenny just swallows harder around Adam's cock as he slips himself deeper down him. Adam whimpers above him, ringworm nails scratching across the tilework and soon he's pressing a knee into Kenny's face until Kenny lets his mouth hang open and Adam pulls away slowly, precum connecting the tip of his cock to the hem of Kenny's swollen lips. The water runs cold above them and Kenny swipes his tongue quickly across the seam of his lips and Adam has to hold onto the wet tiles so his legs don't collapse under him.

The towel each other off in silence; trembling hands pressing against wet skin until they pull back, stained with their own sweat. They kiss until Kenny is laying naked on his stomach on the hotel bed. He squirms a little when Adam sits on his legs. "Still wanna continue?" He asks, mumbling around the tube of muscle rub that's pinched between the corners of his teeth, he watches Kenny's curls fluff as they dry and how they bounce around his ears as he nods. He almost looks younger; under all the tired lines and bottled dyed hair, there is something soft and almost innocent that hides in the deepest corners of Kenny. Adam opens his mouth and the tube drops in his hands. He massages Kenny's back slowly, shifting between his loose legs.

He rubs slowly, releasing the tightness that the heat didn't pull out and soon Kenny again is whimpering and moaning into the pillows, a different kind of relief flooding his face as he pushes himself backwards. Adam knows he's still hard, begging and desperate for him and Adam presses a little kiss to the dent of his hips. "Ya sure baby?" Adam asks against the shifting bones of Kenny's spine and he smiles when Kenny nods, breathing out his name, almost like he's saying Adam;s name like a prayer, something only Adam should hear. Under the squeaking of the springs, Adam wipes his hands and slowly drags strips of precum across Kenny, mind too foggy to focus on digging through Kenny's backpack or suitcase to find the hidden bottle of lube.

He slides two fingers inside Kenny, slow enough that it makes Kenny gasp out, loose legs wrap around his hips and biting down into the fat of his bottom lip, Adam promises that it won't be soon. He strokes his fingers gently across bundles of nerves that light under his calloused thumbs and soon he can slowly fuck into Kenny. He studies the way the older man squirms and whimpers under him, watches how his hands come to grasp and grip at the sheets that lay a tangled mess around their bodies or how when Adam starts slowly fucking into him, Kenny comes undone without being touched, yelling Adam's name. He doesn't fill Kenny with cum, not like how he desired. He lets him roll over slowly; Adam holding onto his shoulder, his hips anything that he can get ahold of before he strokes a lazy cumstained hand across Adam until their cum mixes, a splattered mess against Kenny's heaving chest.

Breathless, Adam strokes a finger across Kenny's cheek, wiping cum off the corner of his lips and as he studies his face, he knows he's not in pain. He knows it won't be a permanent fix; that soon Kenny's brain will reconnect and the pain will start to flood from his knees or his back again, but as Kenny lets him wipe the drying cum off his chest, Adam thinks maybe it’s enough. Just to see Kenny smile.

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