Playing with Fire: Chapter 6
PLAYING WITH FIRE: Chapters 6/8 (Kradam)
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Kris goes too far in teasing Adam while on tour. (No Drake or Katy exist in this story.)
Note: Written upon request for ontd-ai kink meme #50.
Style: Humor/Dialogue
Previous entries:
Playing with Fire: Chapters 1-4
Playing with Fire: Chapter 5
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Chapter 6: Fire travels
"Excuse me. Gentlemen, if you're ready?" The driver cleared his throat and opened the back door of the vehicle.
Kris reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Adam's mouth. He stepped back and stumbled slightly when he saw the car, then sighed when Adam caught him by the arm to steady him. “A limo?” He looked up at Adam's smug face and began to laugh. “Oh, Adam, you never do anything half way...”
“No. I do not. That’s a lesson you’re about to learn.” Adam pushed Kris into the car and watched him bend over before sitting down. "Nice view, Kris. Thanks." Adam grinned as he followed Kris into the limo, then hit the button for the privacy screen as he drawled, "But we don't want the driver to have any views, do we?" Adam sprawled out on the bench seat and carefully placed the backpack on the floor by his feet, doublechecking that it was zipped tightly. He looked around the back of the limo. He looked up and saw Kris assessing the car too and repeated, "Do we?"
“No. Hey, what’s in that backpack tonight?” Kris asked suspiciously even as his eyes hungrily went up the long length of Adam’s legs. He inched closer to Adam on the seat as the driver set the car in motion. A limo. Day-um. All this room and time alone and the relative darkness back there, tinted windows...Yes. Now.
“What would you like to be in that backpack tonight?” Adam teased. Kris deserved to be teased. He had leather straps around somewhere....
“Is it...sex toys? That whip you were mentioning earlier?” Kris asked eagerly. He shoved the rest of the way over on the seat until he was pressed up against Adam, then slid his hand from Adam's knee up his thigh.
“Mr. Allen! I am shocked.” I am also damn tired of the mixed signals, Adam decided once again. Kris was going to pay for the teasing. He was going to find those straps and maybe the whip would come out to play. Although... Kris had mentioned the whip, he probably didn't really... Plus, he didn't want to scare Kris off. Then again, he wasn't certain how long Kris wanted to... Stop overanalyzing, Lambert! Enjoy the moment!
“No, you’re not.” Kris leaned back, dragging his hand over Adam's upper thigh, pausing, then skating over his hip to toy with the studs on Adam's belt. Nothing ever really shocked Adam. Not really. Lordy knew, he had kept trying. For weeks. What could he... He smiled. “Maybe it would shock you to know that while I didn’t follow Brad’s advice-“
“Probably your best move ever,” Adam muttered as he gazed down at Kris' hand. Damn, the boy was distracting, distracting him from his best intentions and perhaps, his own needs.
Kris touched Adam's bottom lip and pressed on the soft plumpness under his finger. “You know Lambert, you can’t really get away with mumbling. Your diction is too perfect. All that the-ah-ta training."
Adam taunted, "Training? You could use some. In so many ways. Let's start here." He flicked his tongue out and slowly licked Kris' thumb from base to tip, then sucked the entire thumb into his mouth.
"Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh..." Kris' entire body tensed and he leaned into Adam, desperate to get closer. Slowly lifting his lids with great effort, he tilted his head back and gasped when he met Adam's gaze and the heat there went straight to his cock. Which was...straight. Yeah, he was no walking thesaurus but... Yeah, his butt too.
Adam watched Kris' face flush and his lips part, then felt the heavy pulse in his thumb beat against his lips. Oh yeah, Kris wanted this. And he was going to get it. Slowly stroking Kris' thumb with his tongue inside his mouth, until he could hear Kris begin to pant, Adam lifted his lips slightly and whispered against Kris' wet skin, "I've explained to you before that the best oral technique comes from a combination of training and practice. I would be happy to train you..."
"And I'd be happy to be trained. To practice. With you..." Kris licked his lips and whispered, “Although, I should tell you that I have been prepping for weeks without you. Waiting for--”
“What the actual fuck?! Without me?" Adam seized Kris by his upper arms and glared at him. No fucking way. Kris' first time was going to be with him or else... Someone would regret it. "With whom, then?"
Kris looked down at the hands imprisoning his biceps, then lifted his head. "Possessive much, Lambert?"
Adam bent his head, intent on taking Kris' mouth and showing him to whom he belonged, when he stopped. "Wait. You are so not the type of guy and... " He grinned. "You wouldn't have been so skittish earlier tonight if--"
"Oh shut up." Kris bit his lip hard in frustration. What the hell would it take to push Adam into...well, pushing into him? "I was waiting for you. Waiting and prepping--"
"Waiting?” Adam responded, staring at Kris' reddened lower lip. He wanted that lip to be red and swollen and... "Prepping?"
Kris sighed. Still hadn't managed to push Adam over the edge. “Whose mouth sounds like an echo machine now?”
“Whose mouth is going to be screaming so loudly he’ll make the limo driver call 911?” Adam smirked. He lifted Kris' hand to his mouth, bent his head and slid his tongue out to stroke Kris' thumb, tickling the base of the thumb, before swiftly moving to Kris' fingertip where he took a sharp bite.
Kris squeaked, then swallowed.
Adam lifted his head, reached out with his hand and stroked Kris’ throat. “Good swallowing action. That’s a relief. And a promise.”
Kris swallowed again. “Oh, I'm willing to promise all sorts of things. I've..." Kris took a deep breath. Why wasn't Adam taking the hints, the cues, his damn self that he'd been handing him on a silver platter? Why was he waiting? He took another breath and curled his hand around Adam's. "I’ve been prepping myself for weeks. I’ve been Googling to know how to prep ... So I've been..." He looked down and gasped at the bulge in Adam's jeans, swallowed again, then looked back up to finish, "Cleaning myself...inside and out. For you.”
"WHAT THE HELL?" Adam gasped in shock, then growled in angry frustration. He felt the blood pound in his veins and his muscles clench. “My fucking...You didn't tell me, you didn't, you---”
Kris grinned in triumph at the angry flash in Adam's eyes as he began swearing. “Fucking? Yeah. That’s what I’ve been hoping. In case, you didn’t get my hints-“
“I’ll give you a hint, you damn cocktease!” Adam grabbed Kris’ shoulders and tossed him across the seat.
Kris slid across the cool slick leather and fell back as he lost balance, the lights outside passing in a blur of color as he scrambled for something to hold onto, then found himself holding onto Adam’s shoulders as the bigger man landed solidly on top of him, knocking the breath from him. He gasped for air, then a moment later found he didn't need his own as they shared a breath, then their tongues, then their taste as their lips met and opened and their mouths showed their bodies the way.
Adam slid his arms around Kris; his left hand moved down to palm Kris' butt and pull him up closer to his own crotch while his right hand slid up to cup Kris' head and hold him in place. Their hips met and began to rock against each other. Adam used his knees to shove Kris' legs further apart as his mouth slanted across Kris and his tongue delved inside. Pulling back experimentally and hearing Kris' moan of protest, Adam smiled before biting Kris' lower lip, then teased his tongue over the bruised flesh until Kris moaned again and seduced him back inside with hungry strokes of his own tongue.
Spearing his hand through Kris hair, Adam tugged until Kris' head went back and exposed his neck. He pushed himself up on one elbow and loomed over the smaller man, enjoying Kris' frantic pulling at him, trying to get him back against him, the feel of Kris' crotch rubbing desperately against his. With a low-voiced growl, he bent his head again and ignoring the plea in Kris' suddenly-wide open eyes, fastened his lips to Kris' neck and began to suck. Not enough, Adam thought, and began to move down the open neckline of Kris' shirt. Kris spread his legs and wrapped them around Adam's hip while his hands reached for the hem of Adam's shirt and pulled it up, needing to touch skin. He gripped the hot skin, then slid his hands lower. He grunted when Adam's tight pants prevented him from getting inside them and instead cupped his palms over Adam's ass and pulled him even tighter against him. Adam swore softly and rocked against Kris.
“Do you...” Kris lost his train of thought as he stared into Adam’s blue eyes, so close... He closed his own eyes, hoping he could concentrate and took a deep breath only to falter as Adam's scent seemed to slide deep inside him. Inside... So close... Closer still until Adam's mouth took his again, and again, and again until all he could do was moan and hold on tightly.
He squeezed his legs harder around Adam's hips and gasped as Adam sank deeper into the crux of his legs. Kris tore his mouth from Adam's then groaned and gasped as Adam's lips fastened on the muscle where neck connected to shoulder and bit down. The sting went straight to his cock and he arched against Adam, feeling a churning in his balls that sent crackling flickers of pleasure streaking acorss his skin. “Condom. Yeah. Do you have a condom? Like now?”
Adam lifted his head and swore silently at the urgency in Kris' face, the muscles there tightened with need, matching the tension in the rest of the body cradling him. He smiled tightly and asked, “You have such a firm grip on my ass, wouldn't you feel if I had a condom back there?"
"Wallet? Backpack?" Kris asked frantically, as he rocked his cock against Adam's.
"Hmm. If you'll let go--"
"I don't wanna..." Kris whined, knowing even in the midst of the red heat enveloping him that he wanted to see Adam's smile.
"Too bad, baby." Adam grinned, then slowly slid away from the warmth of Kris' embrace. He reached for the backpack and unzipped it. Pretending to peer inside, he frowned. "No condom, but..."
"Stop it, Adam." Kris planted his feet, one on the bench seat and one on the floor and tilted his hips up. "I need..."
"Are you in iminent danger of coming?" Adam asked, reaching out and palming Kris though his jeans. He gripped firmly, enjoying the heat in his hand.
"OH!" Kris cried out. "Yes, just..."
"Not yet. I've waited a long time for this. Control yourself. Or..." Adam dug in the backpack and pulled out a glove.
"Or else what? You'll control me?" Kris asked, rubbing his cock against Adam's hand. "You're already doing it. Do it all the way, just... Do it. Whatever, man, just..." Kris arched his neck against the seat and pushed his cock against Adam's hand again.
"I'm going to do whatever I want and you're not only going to let me, you're going to beg for me."
"I'm already begging!" Kris protested, then gasped when Adam lightly smacked his thigh.
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"Pay attention, boy." Adam held up the glove. "Remember this?"
"The glove thing with..." Kris blinked in the dimness of the car interior as the flashing lights outside sparked against metal. "The cock ring?"
Adam smiled devilishly as Kris gulped. "I did mention that this glove is soooo well designed, didn't I? I can take this apart and actually use it and..."
"And...." Kris couldn't take his eyes off Adam's hand as he began to take apart the glove.
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Adam swiftly unwrapped the glove, making sure the leather flicked through his hand and against his knee.
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He held up loosened ring between his thumb and index finger and rolled it, holding Kris' shocked gaze with his own determined glare. "I'm going to really enjoy putting this cockring on you, you damn cocktease..." Adam's voice lowered until it was a deep growl. "Controlling you."
"Whoa-- You said you didn't have any sex toys in the backpack!" Kris realized suddenly. He shoved his arms back to rest on his elbows.
Adam smiled smugly as he twirled the ring on his index finger. "I didn't lie. I didn't say that I didn't have sex toys. What I did say I was that I was shocked that you were asking--"
"ARGHHHHHHH!" Kris yelled and grabbed for Adam's hand.
Adam shoved Kris back down and reached for the button on Kris' jeans.
Continues here: Playing with Fire: Chapter 7