A Proper, Gentlemanly Experience || Nadam
Who: Adam Crawford and Nick Duval
When: 11:30-ish; Saturday, November 1st, 2014
Where: Chicago – The Leigh Gallery and Adam's flat
What: Adam and Nick have their first proper date together, and the two have a "Grand Old Time."
Adam couldn't ask for a better day for his date with Nick. A bit chill out, but not unbearably so, and clear skies after a rain. They'd started with lunch, a quiet, intimate little hole in the wall; pub food and laughter. Now, warm and full, they walked leisurely along the sidewalk towards the Museum and the exhibit Adam was hoping to share with Nick.
Nick Duval
Nick stuck close to Adam's side as they made their way through town. He was having a great time, and had been ever since the date had begun. Granted, Nick's nature was such that a smile and a happy remark were never exactly hard to come by, but still Adam seemed to have a way of drawing both out in even greater frequency than usual. "Which exhibit are we going to see?" he asked cheerfully as the sign for the museum came into view. "I haven't been to this place in ages. I'm sure everything's different since the last time."
Adam Crawford
"Well, there are two exhibits I heard about. One's I think right up our alley, Digital art, abstract work. Sort of thing we deal with every day. Or well, every day we decide to muck about aimlessly in photoshop," Adam chuckled, absently wrapping an arm about Nick's waist. "The second is these hand crafted pens. I'm no good at craft work like that, but it's always fascinating to see. Don't you think?"
Nick Duval
Nick happily scooted in closer, tucking himself up under Adam's arm. It felt good to be held and touched again. Nick was so content that Adam could have talked about anything and Nick would have been only too cheerful to agree. "They both sound really interesting," he mused, nodding. "We'll have to try not to be too jealous of the artists' talent!"
Adam Crawford
A bright smile lit Adam's face at Nick's affection. "We'll just have to use any jealousy as fuel to make ourselves better. Always and forever room for improvement, after all. That's how art is," Adam said, leading them into the main lobby and towards their first exhibit.
Nick Duval
Nick giggled, looking at at Adam with transparent admiration. "You use it as fuel. I'll just keep taking stupid pictures and helping to put magazine pages together, like I always do. I'm not an artist like you." He was distracted from further discussion --as was Adam-- the moment they walked into the museum. Exhibits and signs and other patrons all competed for his limited attention. At some point, his hand slipped into Adam's as they made their way along, Nick perpetually dragging the man toward the next framed piece on the next expanse of wall, admiring it enthusiastically for several minutes, and then pulling him along to the next and so on.
Adam Crawford
Adam allowed himself to be tugged along easily, too amused and flattered by Nick's enthusiasm to keep the fond smile from his face. It was a small gap in Nick's chatter about a particularly 'spectacular' piece that Adam reached up, smoothing his hand over Nick's cheek until he had the other man's attention.
Nick Duval
Nick's eyes were riveted to a bright blue and silver piece that hung in three panels, the colors and their saturation almost too overwhelming but fascinating just the same; then Adam's hand was smoothing over his cheek. He looked up in surprise, blushing when he met the man's eyes. He could feel the intimacy of the moment skyrocketing.
Adam Crawford
"You're adorable. I don't know if I've said that yet today but... it needs to be said frequently." Adam's gaze lingered on Nick's eyes, and he smiled softly. "Nickling. You're so passionate about all of this; you might not draw free hand, but you're just as much an artist as I or anyone else whose work is on the walls."
Nick Duval
Nick's lips lifted in a grin, his warm brown eyes a little shy but definitely not closed off. "I.. w-wow.. thank you, for saying that, Adam.. I- I'm.. glad you think that about me. I'm--" He broke off as an elderly man and woman passed quite near them; and with a silent smile, he reclaimed Adam's hand and tugged him down the hall in the direction of the next exhibit. "You're gonna make the old people in here freak out," he whispered amusedly as they went. "They're probably not used to seeing guys holding hands, much less anything else."
Adam Crawford
Adam chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "I think they'd survive." He gave Nick's hand a gentle squeeze as they entered the next exhibit. Adam leaned in, breath warm on the back of Nick's neck as he spoke gently into the man's ear, "But alright, we'll save the best for last."
Nick Duval
Nick raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Would they? Are you sure? What if one of them has a heart attack and dies right now -- I mean, are you willing to live with that on your conscience? For like the rest of forever?" He squeezed Adam's hand back, the tips of his ears turning bright red with pleasure as he too turned to contemplate what was their final planned stop in the museum.
Except, Adam turned out to be completely distracting, and Nick felt himself getting distinctly hot around the collar as he tried to force himself to focus on the crafted pens he was staring at; it was a no-go.
Eventually, Nick suppressed a small shudder and tightened his grip on Adam's hand, hauling the man off in the direction of a much less trafficked hallway. He poked his head around a corner and -- on seeing nobody around -- shuffled Adam back into a small, shadowed alcove behind a sculpture and threw his arms around the man's neck, kissing him needily.
Adam Crawford
The startled noise of confusion melted into pleasant surprise as Adam wrapped his own arms around Nick's waist, pulling him up and into Adam's space. Long, slow kisses -- drawn out between them as Adam's fingers raked up Nick's back, digging into his shoulder.
Nick Duval
Nick's hands wound themselves into the soft hair at the nape of Adam's neck as he melted against his chest, whimpering faintly into the man's mouth as Adam steered the tone of their kissing from Nick's frantic desperation into something far more sensual.
Adam Crawford
Adam pulled back, face pressed to Nick's neck, as he tried to catch his breath around a chuckle. "Does this mean you'd like to skip the pens? or just needed a little... 'pit stop' if you will?"
Nick Duval
Taking a gasp of air the moment he could, Nick clung to Adam for a moment, blushing nervously. "I think-- I- I'd like to just skip it- skipeverything and go back to your apartment, if... if that's okay?" he said quietly, biting his lip, hoping against hope that Adam wouldn't think he was being too forward.
Adam Crawford
With a hungry smirk, Adam darted in, biting Nick's lip for him. He tugged at it, a gentle suck of his lips as he pulled back again. "That's very okay, Nickling. I'd like that. We can always come back another day... or not," he added, shooting another hot look at Nick, so close, so much loaded into those two words.
Nick Duval
Nick's breath left him in a sigh of relief, and he giggled quietly, pulling a little on the hair he still had entangled between his fingers. "Oh good, I'm glad!" His breath caught faintly as he saw the distinct look of lust in Adam's eyes and felt a corresponding surge flowing south to his own crotch. "Let's go then.. quickly?"
Adam Crawford
Adam beamed. "Yeah, we can do that." Taking Nick's hand, he led them back through the galleries and to the front. On the street, there was a definite bounce to his step as they made their way by foot and train back to Adam's place.
Nick Duval
Nick snuggled up close to Adam on the train, his senses buzzing. Excitement and anticipation making it difficult not to get so turned on that it would be obvious to the people around them -- mostly he had to just keep his hands folded in front of his pants, but he thought he successfully avoided detection the whole way back.
Although, the closer they were to Adam's apartment, the harder it got; so by the time they were actually entering the building, Nick felt as if he were vibrating all over from the build-up. Eager and trying so hard to suppress the urge to grab Adam and kiss him senseless. He waited impatiently for Adam to unlock the door, standing beside him and periodically tugging Adam's coat hem to encourage him to hurry up.
Adam Crawford
Adam laughed at another little pull against his back. "You need it bad, don't you, Nickling?" he purred
Nick Duval
Nick's pulse jumped about a hundred more notches until he actually felt like he was going to beat right out of his skin. "Uh huh!" he replied, so anxious to get inside that he was starting to shift his weight from foot to foot.
Adam Crawford
As he finally got the door open, Adam swept Nick inside and leaned in to devour the other man's neck from the moment the door closed. "You have it. Anything you want right now. It's yours," Adam promised against the warm, clear skin -- so ripe to be bitten and sucked, marked.
Nick Duval
When the door opened, Nick was glad he only had time to kick off his shoes before Adam's mouth was against his neck. The front of his jeans were already tenting as he pushed his fingers into Adam's hair again and dragged him closer, pulling them both toward the nearest wall. "Ah-- A-adam, oh god-" He gasped, feeling goosebumps erupt across his skin into his scalp at the feeling of just the man's breath on his neck.
If Hunter hadn't already put in the work to coax and draw the phrase out of him, Nick would never have been able to confess what he wanted with any shred of confidence. The words still felt taboo in his mouth, but he managed to get them out in a ragged whisper delivered right into Adam's ear. "I- I want you.. want you.. to fuck me."
Adam Crawford
Adam inhaled sharply against Nick's skin, opening his mouth and biting down. Restrained to just a tease, so light but with a dark promise of more. "Let's head to the bedroom then, shall we?"
Nick Duval
Nick keened and let his nails scratch down the back of Adam's neck for a moment, feeling like his whole body was on fire. As if he were actually glowing from all the attention -- and the sense of feeling really, truly wanted. It was glorious. Finding the ground with his feet again, he nodded and began to tug Adam toward his bedroom, tearing off his own shirt as he went, just to speed up the process.
Adam Crawford
A bright laugh escaped Adam's lips as he followed suit, stripping his shirt and grabbing Nick from behind, arms tight as he half-carried the shorter man to the bed, mouthing across his neck and shoulders. "God, you're so beautiful, you don't even know, do you," he murmured, hot and hungry against Nick's skin.
Nick Duval
Nick fell back on the bed and hastily unbuttoned his pants; but before he could shuck them off, he was entirely distracted by Adam's mouth against the skin of his throat. "S-shit," he stammered, shuddering at the incredible feeling that sent tiny sparks all the way down to his toes. "I'm n-not, but that feels so good- don't stop, please.."
Adam Crawford
"You are," Adam insisted around a growl, his own hands going to Nick's waist, tugging at his pants until he could tuck both hands inside. He pushed them down and off, hands running down Nick's pelvis and thighs and back up, warm and affectionate as he circled closer and closer to Nick's bobbing erection. All the while, mouthing wet, sucking kisses. "You're so beautiful, Nick. So sexy. Want you. Want you so badly."
Nick Duval
Nick was breathing short, labored pants already -- they hadn't even been at this more than five minutes. A heated flush worked its way up his chest to his neck, and his hands fluttered over Adam's shoulders and hair, looking for a place to land. Finally, he settled with pushing his fingers gently into Adam's hair with a needy whimper as Adam's hands brushed his thighs; close, but not close enough. "Adam," he pleaded, using his grip on the man's hair to pull his mouth up for a kiss. "Want you too.. God, please..."
Adam Crawford
Adam moaned brokenly, diving into the kiss as they fell gracelessly to the bed. Adam's hands clenching and pulling at Nick's thighs until their hips slotted together and he was able to grind them together through too many layers of fabric.
Nick Duval
Nick tilted his head back with a groan as delicious friction ran up his length, lodging in his groin -- a deep, slow-burning curl of heat. Instinctively, he rolled his hips up, his fingers tightening their grip in Adam's hair. "Adam.. can we- there's-- too many clothes.."
Adam Crawford
A low, desperate grunt. Adam bit down at Nick's collar-bone, just beside the sun tattoo as he scrambled upright. "Yes. Right. Yes," he mumbled, pushing at his half-open pants until the fabric gave and slid down his hips.
Nick Duval
Nick panted and cried out at the bite, feeling almost dizzy from the speed of his racing heart. He'd completely forgotten to be self conscious about his tattoo, and the sound of Adam removing his pants increased his distraction tenfold. Sitting up at once, Nick pushed himself off the bed and slid to the floor on his knees, wrapping a hand around Adam's bared length. Grinning, he laid a kiss on the head then licked a long stripe down to where his fist was wrapped around the base.
Adam Crawford
"Shit-" Adam gasped, shuddering and arching back. "Wait-! Shit!" He hurried, snatching up his pants and fumbling through all the pockets before finally finding his wallet. "Sorry. Condom," he explained breathlessly, cupping Nick's cheek softly and holding the foil square out.
Nick Duval
Nick took the condom, trying to hide his disappointment as he tore it open and rolled it down Adam's length. He could never quite stomach the idea of blowjobs covered by a layer of latex. They always made his tongue itch afterward. Once Adam was fully sheathed, Nick worked him over with just his hands for a few minutes, spreading the lubricant that had come with the rubber up and down the man's shaft while brushing kiss upon kiss against the curve of his hipbone.
Adam Crawford
"I know... I'm sorry." Adam soothed, brushing his thumb affectionately over Nick's cheek. "But, it's not safe. Don't want to get you sick. Syphilis would not become you, Nickling," he teased gently.
Nick Duval
Nick raised his brows, his hands slowing down until they stopped. His eyes moved from Adam's cock up to the man's face. "You-... what? Syphilis?"
Adam Crawford
A sputtering laugh rocked through Adam, hard enough he bent forward with the force of it. "Oh- god. No. Well, once. Years ago, but not now, so far as I know, but it's been.... a month? two? since I last got tested. If I do have something, I don't want to unknowingly give it to you. that's all." Adam smiled, warm and affectionate.
Nick Duval
Nick grinned at the sound of Adam's laugh, his fist already resuming its motion. "Oh, okay.. well, that's good! I've been tested too, all clean."
Adam Crawford
Adam's smile brightened and expanded, encompassing the whole of his face. "Well then. Perhaps we'll have to get my certs updated and see about going without the raincoat next time." He winked, a playful smirk curling his lips.
Nick Duval
Nick pulled a face and affected a melodramatic sigh. "Fiiiiine. Next time then!" Nick pushed himself to his feet and wrapped an arm around Adam's neck, dragging him into a long kiss; with his other hand, he continued to steadily pump the man's shaft. "So.. I guess we should put this 'raincoat' to good use then, huh?"
Adam Crawford
"I should say so..." Adam panted against Nick's mouth, a gentle nip and tug at the tender, flushed skin. "God, how do you manage to be so adorable while doing that with your hands..." he whined as he dragged Nick bodily into his lap, kissing him hot and hard.
Nick Duval
Nick chuckled, giving a firmer tug on Adam's cock. "I'm.. multi-talented, didn't you know?" Nick braced his knees on the mattress -- either side of Adam's hips -- kissing him back with a growing edge of neediness and impatience. "Put- your hand on me.. please? Please, just.. touch me.."
Adam Crawford
"Like this?..." Adam purred, leaning in close. His voice warm and rich like melted chocolate as his fingers wrapped artfully around Nick's length, pulling tightly up, going loose on the down-stroke then back up -- quick and playful.
Nick Duval
Nick shifted until he was straddling Adam's waist. The first touch to his cock made him shiver, and his arms wound themselves loosely around Adam's neck, fingers burying themselves in his hair. Nick tilted his head back and gave a small moan toward the ceiling as he gave his hips an experimental little thrust, pushing himself through Adam's fist. "God, yeah.. just like that. Feels so good."
Adam Crawford
"You look so good," Adam purred, kissing and nipping as he tugged Nick closer. Thighs spread, so the other man dropped heavily into his lap, their cocks brushing and bumping together until Adam got a hand around them both. Stroking them together as he pulled back, Adam smiled down at Nick's flushed face. "Could come- just like this... but I believe you wanted me inside you first? Don't want to go skipping ahead; now, do we?"
Nick Duval
Nick's chest trembled as he looked up, his senses swiftly overwhelmed by all that was happening. The eroticism of being touched like this. Hearing the things Adam was murmuring. He could only answer with another long moan; though, he added in a quick nod hoping to convey his eagerness.
Yes, he wanted Adam inside him. He wanted it so badly. To that end, Nick spread his legs, tilting his head back as he sprawled across the mattress. His fingers drifted down across the inside of his own thigh and cupped his balls for a moment before sliding lower, teasing himself with feather-light touches. "Should I.. myself, o-or do you want to?" he asked timidly, color rising in his cheeks.
Adam Crawford
"I can," Adam murmured, pressing a gentle-soft kiss to the tip of Nick's nose as he reached to the side, coming back with the necessary supplies. "You're so good, Nickling. So good for me. Just lie back and enjoy yourself. I'll take care of everything; but if you want, you can keep touching yourself while I do this..." His fingers, now slick, dipped lower, easing inside. Dark and hot.
Nick Duval
Nick continued to blush pleasurably, the tips of his ears turning dark pink as he responded with another nod. He closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to keep himself under control. A little absently, he wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke slowly, but his fist stuttered to a stop before long as he felt the hot press of Adam's fingers against his hole. Nick gasped and threw his head back, letting out a low whimper. "Adam! Ohh.. oh god.."
Adam Crawford
Adam caught Nick's moan with his lips, kissing him soundly, fiercely. His fingers pushed home, almost pulled there by Nick's eagerness. He gasped, forcing himself to sit back, look into Nick's face as he cupped his cheek. "Oh, Nick... You're so beautiful. So much..." He added another finger, almost fumbling in his haste. Nearly mindless, he was so hard.
Nick Duval
"K-kiss me- do it again," Nick demanded, voice strangled. He cut himself off with another groan as Adam's fingers moved inside him, opening him up. Shudders rolled up his spine, and Nick dug in his heels, using them to pull himself down, impaling himself more firmly. With the hand that wasn't still gripping his hard-on, Nick grabbed for Adam's shoulder, pulling his face back. Their mouths crashed together, and Nick kissed Adam with every ounce of neediness and heat inside him.
Adam Crawford
Adam whined, falling into the kiss, desperate and wanton. Too much tongue and teeth until they managed to find a rhythm. Adam's heart pounded away in his chest as his hand clenched at Nick's shoulder and his hips bucked against nothing, instinctively searching for friction. When the kiss broke, Adam barely managed to gasp out, "Oh, god, please-" before he was diving back in, kissing Nick for everything he was worth.
Nick Duval
Nick bit his lower lip hard, feeling like every inch of him was a few degrees away from bursting into flame. He needed to feel Adam inside him now. "Adam- please," he burst out, wiggling as the man bucked against him. "I need you- please, f- fuck me, now!"
Adam Crawford
Adam nearly choked on his tongue. He did not expect Nick to start begging like that. "Shh- Yes. Yes, So much yes," he stammered, wrapping Nick's legs tighter around his waist as he lined up. His hips trembled as he held himself steady and pressed inside. The urge to outright ravage Nick simmered in the back of his mind, pulsing through his veins. "You're... so hot..." Adam distracted himself, kissing Nick over and over, warm and affectionate -- anything to give himself the strength to take it slower, not rush this.
Nick Duval
A few seconds passed before Nick realized what he'd said and he snapped his lips shut, embarrassment flooding through him. He wasn't usually so foul-mouthed, but he was so ready, and if he'd had to go another minute of his life without feeling Adam inside him he was sure he would go insane. Nick locked his own ankles behind Adam's back and tried to relax when he felt the first hint of a pressure much broader than the fingers had been. Heat and a dull pain shot through his body, but he forced himself to breathe through it until his tight muscles stretched and accommodated the new intrusion. Nick moaned -- occasionally muffled by the press of Adam's lips -- and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "N-not as hot as you," he answered with a faint chuckle. "I think I- I'm okay.. I'm ready. God, please, I can't wait any longer.. You have to move."
Adam Crawford
"I know. Me too... I know," Adam panted, building to a quick, flushed rhythm. Hips slapping against Nick's. Already, he felt on edge, sweat dripping from his brow. He pressed a kiss to the circle of Nick's tattoo and lapped at where drops pooled in the hollow of Nick's collar. Adam wrapped his fingers around Nick's cock, taking over for the slack grip and pumping steadily. "Nickling..."
Nick Duval
Nick groaned. His heels dug into Adam's back as he tried to pull them closer, wanting no space separating their bodies. His voice pitched higher as Adam began to pick up speed and the tip of his cock started to thrust perilously close to Nick's prostate. "Ah! Ah!" Nick let out continuous high whines, not realizing that he'd begun to drag his blunt nails across Adam's back in a vain search for purchase. The kissing against his ultra-sensitive collarbone nearly sent Nick over the edge, and his nails scratched harder at Adam's skin, wordlessly begging for more, harder.
Adam Crawford
"Oh, fuck... Nick, God you want it," Adam moaned, obeying the unspoken commands. His cock pounded Nick. Rapid, short thrusts, all tight friction and smoldering heat. "You're perfect. Nickling... Want- see you." Teeth dragging across Nick's skin, Adam could feel everything coiling tighter, his focus narrowing rapidly around them. The two of them, the sound of the bedsprings in his ears, the feel of the sheets against his knees the scent of lust thick in the air.
Nick Duval
Nick gasped roughly, arching his spine as stars flared in front of his eyes. "THERE! R-right there!" The unbelievable pleasure that was almost too intense to still feel good blinded him, and his orgasm struck out of the blue like a freight train. Nick's every muscle tightened, and he screamed as his cock jerked in Adam's fist, painting his lower stomach and leaving behind a floaty, fuzzy kind of feeling as the intensity drifted to a lull. Nick relaxed against the sheets -- damp with his own sweat -- and blinked blearily up at Adam above him. "F-fuck.."
Adam Crawford
Adam trembled as he let his pace ease to a crawl -- still hard, still buried inside -- as he leaned in for another slow kiss. "You're so- God, Nick. You're beautiful-. So beautiful," his voice low and hoarse, "I'm close- I want-" Adam's eyes darted down and up, trying to take in too much at once, too turned on to quite figure out what he wanted. Anything, everything would make him come.
Nick Duval
Nick's red, well-bitten lips pulled into a weary grin -- half amusement and half fondness -- as he brought his hands away from Adam's scratched back and cupped his face gently for a moment. The happy feeling of floaty relaxation still thrumming through his body, Nick kissed Adam, slowly and more sensually than they'd done since they'd gotten back to the apartment. He clenched sensitive muscles around Adam's hard length and released the man's face, pushing his fingers into Adam's hair again, fingernails scraping at his scalp. "Come.. just- let go. Come, Adam.."
Adam Crawford
"Oh-ah!" Adam yelped, biting the rest of the sound into a desperate whine. He thrust up once, almost falling on top of Nick as his arms gave out. His cock throbbed and pulsed again and again as he came. Riding it out until he was slumped atop Nick. Adam shuddered and trembled weakly, whimpering as he tried to gasp for breath. "Oh, God- when you do that..." With a flustered laugh, Adam shook through another aftershock when Nick's fingernails dragged against his hair.
Nick Duval
Nick's eyes widened, fascinated as he watched the pleasure play across Adam's face. He could feel the pulses inside him -- the slight jerk of Adam's cock -- and though his own oversensitivity made him wince a little at the extra movement, he wanted to watch Adam hit his peak. Satisfaction swirled low in Nick's gut as Adam collapsed. He wheezed out a giggle and buried his nose against the damp neck before him. "Do what?" he asked, a little too innocently as he tugged pointedly, playfully at Adam's hair.
Adam Crawford
A shattered keen tumbled from Adam's throat as his abs tightened, face planted against Nick's shoulder. "Oh- fuck. That-. When you do that," Adam panted.
Nick Duval
Nick glowed, not caring that their combined body heat was making him sweat; he was so happy and cozy and safe, and he just wanted nothing more than to live inside this moment for the rest of his days.
Adam Crawford
His arms shook as Adam pushed upright just enough to pull out and tie off the condom. He wrapped it in a tissue before dropping it to the floor and flopping limply across Nick's chest, warm and heavy. "Hmm..." He nuzzled at Nick's cheek. "Mind, you're welcome to keep doing it- if you want. Just... don't expect me to be able to speak in full sentences if you do," he murmured.
Nick Duval
Nick groaned a little, feeling a faint jolt as Adam slid out, but as soon as the man was laying across him once more, Nick happily wrapped his arms around him to prevent him leaving again. "Mm, okay then," he answered, idly tangling his fingers up in Adam's now well-mussed hair. "It seems to have quite the effect on you," he added, a little slyly.
Adam Crawford
"Hrrrmmmmm Mrmmmm" Adam purred, melting across Nick's chest. His face nodded sleepily against Nick's shoulder, pressing sloppy kisses anywhere he could manage to get his mouth to make contact. Their hips slotted together -- sensitive and sticky -- Adam could count the beat of their pulses through their softening cocks. Still fast, but slower and slower still. He felt muzzy and warm, ready for a good, long cuddle.
Nick Duval
Nick laughed and craned his neck to search out Adam's lips, then placed another kiss on his temple. His fingers continued to move -- now and then, nails scraped against Adam's scalp -- but in an idle way as Nick felt himself gradually drifting into a state of semi-consciousness, not quite napping, but definitely not fully awake either. Everything was perfect, and he had no desire to move anywhere for quite some time.
