A Little More Poetry

Series: A Little More Poetry (3/?)
Pairing: Craig Parker/Adam Levine (Singer/Songwriter, Maroon 5) also Harry/Karl
Rating: R
Feedback: Always very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not true. Not claiming it to be anything but lies.
Summary: Tears at night.
Note: Inspired by the (brilliant fantastic wonderful) Maroon 5 album, "Songs About Jane."


LISTEN TO YOU CRY


Craig stills, tries to figure out what it was that woke him up. Then realises. He should be afraid, reaching for the phone or a blunt weapon. Like the movies. But he's not, because he knows who the intruder is. No, not intruder, because that implies somebody who's not wanted there.

"What are you doing?" he asks, sitting up slowly. His body's still aching with sleep, he rubs his eyes as Adam steps forward.

"You left your window wide open. Anyone could have gotten in."

"It's a hot night. What are you doing here?" he asks again.

"I wanted to see you."

Craig pushes the sheets off him and gets up, only to wrap his arms around Adam. "Is something wrong?"

Adam sighs. "I don't know." He touches his lips to Craig's neck, tongue dipping from his mouth to taste. "Sorry I woke you," he murmurs.

"It's okay. Do you want to sleep here?""Mm"Mm. With you."

=/=

He's been drifting in and out of sleep all night. He doesn't think Adam has closed his eyes, because every time Craig's woken, there's been the soft pressure of lips to his shoulders, to the back of his neck, to his arms. He's said nothing because, however strange Adam's behaviour might seem, it feels good. Just to have a constant presence, a warm feeling of completion.

It's when he's closing his eyes again that he hears it. Feels it, too. The breath's become warmer, damper. "Adam?" he whispers.

"Go back to sleep, Craig."

Craig settles his head to the pillow, listens. Hears Adam take a sharp, shallow breath. "You're crying," he says, turning over.

Adam smiles at him, painfully forced. "You're imagining things."

"No. I'm not. What's wrong?"

Craig's eyes fall closed when Adam touches his cheek. He shivers, body awakening, when Adam's tongue dips into his ear. When he breathes out again, hot and heavy with unshed tears. "I don't think I want to leave," Adam tells him. Lowers his mouth to Craig's throat as he lifts his leg, sliding it across.

"You don't have to leave," Craig says, hissing at the sudden pressure on his stomach.

"I will." Adam moves back a little more, groaning at the friction. He makes no move to take off Craig's shorts, or his own, just presses down harder. "Am I wrong?" he asks, straining to keep his eyes open. "To want to spend every moment of the next two weeks with you?" He shudders as Craig's hands curl around his waist, fingers flexing with every smooth slide of Adam's hips.

"No.." Craig sucks in a breath, feeling dizzy. "Just don't.. Don't stop."

Adam sucks at the hollow juncture between neck and shoulder, bites down roughly at the way Craig twitches and thrusts up to meet him.

The sheet drifts down Ads bas back as he shoves and arches in a crude parody of love-making.

Finally, they climax together, Adam biting harder and Craig crying out at the blend of pleasure and pain. His fingers tighten, nails denting Adam's skin as they continue to rock, gradually coming back down from their mutual high.

"God.." Adam sucks at the bitemark on Craig's neck, licks apologetically. "Sorry.."

"What for?" Craig's still getting his breath back, squirming around the uncomfortable wetness in his shorts.

"I hurt you."

Craig stops him, pulls gently on his hair until his mouth can be reached. "You didn't," he says. "Not really." Adam kisses back, arms trembling. He moves aside reluctantly when Craig lets go. "We should clup,\up," Craig says, looking towards the window. Light's already starting to filter in through the thin curtains. "May as well get up, too."

Adam catches Craig's arm before he gets up. "I just want to kiss you all day," he says, "if that's alright."

Craig laughs, leans back down to cover Adam's lips with his. More than alright.

=/=

Craig's discovered three things today.

The first thing being that although he may not like to see tears in Adam's eyes, he loves the sound of him crying. It seems to dull every other sound in the room, bringing sadness to the forefront. Craig's not sure why it's so attractive to him, but he suspects Adam only cries those kinds of tears at night. It doesn't worry him, because he knows he can soothe them away with careful words and touches.

The second thing he's discovered is that Adam is a man of his word. When he said 'kiss you all day', he meant it. His lips haven't been far from Craig's skin at all. At the market, where they went so that Craig could help Adam choose some gifts, there were soft pecks to the cheek, lingering kisses to the side of his neck. It didn't matter if people were looking or not. Even at his friend's place, where they went for Adam to pick up his things and bid his hosts an early farewell, Adam didn't let up on the kisses. It makes Craig feel hopeful. That if Adam promises anything in the future, about where this relationship might go, that he'll be true to it.

The third thing is slightly more complicated. It's not really something he can pin down, isn't tangible, isn't really a thought or an act. It's more of a feeling. An instinct. He doesn't know what name to give it, so he just accepts it and stays quiet.

Like now.

They're sitting on the couch, watching a movie Craig's seen four times before. At least, Craig's sitting. Adam has his head on Craig's lap, body stretched out and angled towards the TV. Craig's idly stroking his hair, utterly at home.

He smiles when Adam laughs, feels the vibration of it go right through him. He can't resist, bends down to kiss Adam's smile. "Another drink?" he asks.

Adam moves his head to let Craig up. "Sure. I can go if-"

"Stay where you are. I know what's coming next anyway. I'll be right back."

Adam settles back down, drags himself up the couch a bit and into the warm place Craig left. He watches the screen intently, not really seeing. His mind's wandered, he can't concentrate on what's happening any more. He presses the pause button on the remote and gets up, heading to the kitchen. Craig doesn't seem surprised when skinny arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back into heat and hardness. He moans softly at the scrape of teeth across his ear.

"Missed you," Adam whispers.

"Thought I'd fix us up with something to eat," Craig tells him, feeling his bones melt as Adam's thumb lifts his shirt. "Are you hungry?"

Adam skims the light trail of hair above Craig's jeans, doesn't answer. "Maybe later. Why don't we go outside?" The video can stop itself, Adam knows. He can watch it another time.

"Alright."

"Almost a full moon. I'd like to see you writhing in the moonlight."

Craig shudders when Adam's fingers dip, tucked for a moment inside his jeans, stroking gently. Holds his breath when they withdraw again. Doesn't resist as Adam pulls him towards the door.

=/=

Harry watches his friend carefully,les.les. Seems satisfied with something. Karl gives his knee a light squeeze, must have seen it too. Whatever it is that's so apparent when they look at Craig and Adam. The two of them are setting up food on the table, Adam suddenly remembering the wine glasses, asking Craig where he keeps them.

"Happy, aren't they?" Karl asks. It's a rhetorical question, though. The answer's blatantly obvious.

Harry nods, unfolding his large frame from the garden seat, reaching back for Karl's hand. "Looks like dinner's up."

=/=

After dinner, they move to the back porch to laze on the steps and take the time to enjoy feeling full.

"Anyone going to join me for a cigar?" Harry asks, flicking the button on his shirt pocket loose to withdraw a pack. Nobody speaks.

Karl laughs, patting Harry 's thigh. "Looks like it's just you, then."

"Well, I'm not going to force the issue. Wouldn't want to come between the star-crossed lovers."

Craig abandons his exploration of Adam's neck to wink at Harry, cheeks turning dusky. "Good on ya."

"I never really enjoyed Romeo and Juliet," Adam says, which just makes Karl laugh again.

"Why not, mate? I thought Hollywood went in for all that tragic romance stuff."

"Well, I don't go in for Hollywood. Honestly? I think I prefer New York. Taught me a lot more. L.A. can be a bit of a personality vacuum. Sucks your soul out, if you let it."

"You sound like a Hamlet man," Karl says, grinning and leaning back into Harry's arms. "That's a good thing, by the way."

"A good thing? Hamlet didn't have that great a life."

Karl shrugs. "Got away with murder, didn't he? Mad or not, he did."

Adam shifts, feeling drowsy, but willing to enjoy some kind of discussion. "He died for it, in the end."

"He died for being suspicious and believing in ghosts. Basically."

"Fair point." Adam catches Harry's eye, sees the look in them and almost laughs out loud. It doesn't deter him from asking Karl another question. "So, tell me this. Ophelia's death. Was that Hamlet's fault?"

"No, that was Polonius' fault for being a nosey old twerp." Karl laughs deeply, the sound becoming a low growl as Harry kisses his ear.

"I think you drank a bit too much wine, love."

"You don't think I'm right?" Karl asks, cheerfully indignant.

"I think you're both right."

"Diplomacy. Flawed, but diplomacy all the same." Karl settles his head on Harry's shoulder, looks at Craig. "So. What do you think? About Ophelia."

Craig watches the soft glow of Harry's cigar brighten for a second, then fade. Smells the smoke moments later, breathes it in. "Hmm. Well, it was suicide, wasn't it? Can't really blame anyone for it."

"But something has to drive a person to kill themselves," Karl insists.

"Is it suicide when you don't really know what you're doing?" Adam asks.

"Suicide or an accident," Craig says, smiling and leaning back against the house, "can't be blamed on anyone, really."

"Because guilt just depends on the person."

"Mm, exactly." Craig folds his arms over Adam's chest.

Karl grumbles softy. "You're just saying that."

Harry pulls gently at his lover. "Ah, Karl. Just admit defeat for now, hmm? I think everyone's too sleepy to notice anyway."

"Okay." Karl doesn't have much of a choice or a chance to protest as Harry's thumb starts drawing slow circles on his chest in a way that's completely distracting.

"Someone mention sleep?" Adam mumbles, already starting to drift off in the warmth of Craig's arms.

"I'm not carrying you to bed, you know."

"Don't mind. Sleep out here." Adam settles more fully, body relaxing completely.

Craig just smiles, kisses his brow. "Alright," he whispers. Looks up to see Harry and Karl both grinning at him.

"He's cute when he's tired, huh?" Karl draws his knees up, lets Harry wrap those up in his arms as well.

"Yeah."

"So what's the deal? Falling in love, all that?"

Harry nips at Karl's shoulder. "You never stop, do you?"

"I'm just curious."

"And I don't think you really need to ask." Harry sees Craig's blush, and that would prove it if he didn't already know that he's right.

=/=

~tbc