Ignorance In Pieces (8/?)
Title: Ignorance In Pieces (8/?)
Author: adamissexable
Pairing: Kradam, and Kradison friendship
Rating: NC 17 for sexual imagery, language, alcohol
Summary: During Tour, Adam catches Kris in a compromising situation. Angst, love, and laughter ensue. (I suck at summaries)
Disclaimer: Do not own, but oh man if i did....
Notes/Warnings: Googlers - you know the drill. Enter at your own risk.
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Kris sat and watched the dance floor long after Adam and the girls had returned to their table. His eyes kept flickering to one particular spot every few minutes, making sure magenta hair floated somewhere amongst the crowd, before allowing himself to breath out and focus on finishing his third beer.
Deciding it was time to quit hiding out, he slid off his seat - throwing a twenty on the bar - and walked towards the direction of the table, halting when he realized Adam talking with a tall, muscular brown haired man.
He watched as Adam lifted his finger and placed it on the man’s lips. First the girl, now a guy. What the hell, he needs to make up his mind. Kris had the sudden urge to beat the shit out of the man when he flicked his tongue against Adam’s finger, and then beat the shit out of Adam while he was at it when he saw Adam’s face light up. He just stood there and stared as Adam dragged the stranger out onto the dance floor, disappearing amidst the sea of sweaty bodies.
Kris was pissed. He knew it was mostly the alcohol firing him up so he tried to calm him self down as he walked the rest of the way to the table, deflecting Megan and Lil’s curious expressions. He noticed an arrangement of drinks in front of him, and snatching the one nearest to him, he put it to his lips and tipped his head back, not even caring that the burn made his nose start to run and his eyes water. Kris couldn’t identify the drink, but he saw another one closer to Lil that looked exactly the same so he grabbed that one planning on downing it as well, before guiltily putting it back down. He knew from experience if he kept drinking the way he was, he was going to feel horrible in the morning.
Kris slumped into Adam’s old seat and let his eyes wander before Matt and Gokey walked up to the table their conversation stopping as they looked at Kris, then the rest of the table.
“Kris has been drinking,” it came as a question and Kris looked Danny right in the eyes when he snarled a response, “I’m right here, and yes I have been drinking. I heard a lot of people over the alcoholic age limit do that when they go to clubs.” Danny’s eyes just grew wider - awed from the sharp tone and sarcasm he rarely heard escape Kris’s lips.
Kris ignored the rest of the table as he looked out onto the dance floor angrily, checking for Allison and nodding to himself roughly when he saw her still dancing with Drew. His eyes snapped a bit to the left when a sharp light reflected at him from…Adam’s necklace. Kris’s eyes focused in on Adam who was grinding into that other asshole. The guy’s back was to Kris, and he could see Adam’s leather-clad body swaying to the beat, eyes closed and mouth open at his neck, his tongue darting out now and then. Kris continued staring for a few seconds longer, his hands sweaty and clinging to the table and stomach rolling every time he watched Adam slither down the stranger’s body.
Suddenly Kris was staring into dark, lust-filled blue eyes, and he completely lost it. He ripped his head away from the sight, head swiveling so fast he couldn’t see straight for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and felt around blindly, looking for something, anything to satiate the pain in his chest. Kris was relieved when no one stopped him from grabbing the first thing he laid his hands on. He brought it to his lips and drank greedily, not caring that the entire table was probably staring at him. The drink was tart, bitter, and it reminded him oddly of his mom’s famous apple pies. He could taste the hard liquor on his tongue though and that’s all that mattered.
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Adam was infuriated when Kris looked away from him - not even acknowledging the fact that Adam had gotten so caught up in the moment he was practically eye fucking Kris from across the room. Rejection washed through him like a poison spreading throughout his blood stream and ignoring it the best he could, he continued grinding into Emerald, head swiveling occasionally to keep his surroundings.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of magenta hair and he whipped around so quickly Emerald turned around with him to see what the problem was. Adam just looked back at him smiling apologetically, before swinging his hips back into the rhythm, appreciating how Emerald was now facing him and kissing at his neck.
Adam lost his train of thought momentarily when Emerald began sucking up and down his jaw, before hearing a beautifully familiar throaty voice harmonizing with Christina Aguilera’s ‘Dirrty’ perfectly. Adam ran his fingers through Emerald’s course hair before turning around slowly enough to keep Emerald’s lips connected to Adam’s neck as he began grinding his ass into the man’s bulging crotch.
Damn it Lambert, focus. He snapped his eyes open and searched for Allison - who was pressed against some guy, her hips gyrating into his as his hands roamed her body freely. Okay, so she was dancing with a guy, she’s old enough to do that…right? God he had no clue how to handle this, half of him wanted to go over there and rip her away from that guy, the other half reminding him of what it was like to be a teenager. Ha, if you’re going off of your past experiences - things could be a hell of a lot worse on her end.
Adam decided to let her have her fun, but kept on eye on her - making sure things didn’t get too cozy - as he himself slowly became less and less aware of his surroundings, the hard on straining through his extremely tight pants. His breathing was heavy from dancing and arousal and he was trying to watch Allison at the same time.
Adam was close enough to hear her sing the words to the song, at first low and to her self, but she grew bolder as she pulled the guy to her and sang the next line right against his lips, “Oh, sweat drippin over my body.” Adam’s heart stuttered erratically in his chest when he watched Allison slither down the stranger’s body, singing, “Dancin’ getting just a little naughty. Wanna get dirty,” before sliding right back up, hand grazing the crotch of the man’s pants, her chest flush against his. He was telling something to Allison before she nodded, grabbing his hand and snaking their way through the crowd. Fuck, you need to follow her.
Adam grabbed Emerald’s hand immediately, ignoring his questions as he followed Allison through the crowd, stopping at the edge when he saw them heading for a table not to far from the rest of the group. He exhaled heavily in great relief and turned around to press himself into Emerald.
“Drake, is it?” Adam purred in Emerald’s ear, groaning softly when Drake answered a yes by grinding his hard dick into Adam’s. Assuming Drake had forgotten about the little episode earlier he let himself really get into it. Feeling the beat of whatever song was playing vibrate through him he closed his eyes and threw his head back briefly, eyes snapping back open when Drake’s hand pressed into Adam’s cock, rubbing it roughly through the fabric.
Adam moaned loudly, some scattered part of his mind noticing his clear view of Kris and the guys at the table, and he stared straight at it - silently praying that Kris would quit inhaling the drinks around him and look at Adam. His wish was granted when Kris looked over his shoulder once quickly, doing a double take when his eyes locked with Adam’s. This time Adam was prepared though, he jutted his hips forward into Drake’s hand as he flicked his tongue out to trace the shape of his ear as he whispered seductively, “Say we find somewhere more…private?”
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