Money Can Buy You Love. And Glitter. Chapter 60.1
Rating: This chapter is R.
Ship:: Adam/Kris
Story begins here: Chapter 1: Meet cute in coffee shop
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Chapter 60.1: C'era una volta...
"So tell me all about it," Lane urged, tapping her foot impatiently as she watched Cale buy donuts in the JFK airport. "Why weren't you at the airport when Adam went to pick you up?"
"Some mix up, I guess. We haven't really talked about it. Got better things to do, if you knoooooow what I mean..." Kris grinned when Lane groaned.
"The story, if you please, without lengthy sojourns into the gutter?"
"Awww. The gutter is the best part!" Cale asked as he sat back down next to Lane. He flipped open the drinking spout on the coffee and took a long sip
"Really? You want to hear Kris talk about how brilliant Adam's cock is?" Lane asked, arching an eyebrow.
Cale choked on his coffee, then wiped his mouth while Lane put the phone onto speaker mode.
"Well, actuallllly..." Kris drawled. "I bet Adam's gonna be talkin' about how brilliant my nipple ring is."
"Glad the pain paid off for you, dude." Cale handed a coffee to Lane.
"I cannot even think about that." Lane shuddered. "So distract me with your story, if you please!"
"Geez, bossy much? Okay, okay. So we met in a coffee shop -- some place named Florians. The food was only okay, but it was really... pretty, I guess you'd say. In an old pretty kinda way. Not that it mattered. The point was having a do over. So we did. And I was way better dressed than I was last time."
"Like that matters, how?" Cale asked.
"Well, it doesn't. But it doesn't hurt. I had a cape on!"
"Oh, damn, why didn't you say so? The capes rock. We're totally gonna be Renaissance superhero types."
"Dear god." Lane laughed at the anticipation on Cale's face. "Kris, the story?"
"So we met in the coffee shop -- me looking totally cool in my hat and cape and Adam lookin' like he always does, hotter than hell. And told each other our stories, our issues, our fears, our goals -- and hey, Adam now says he wants two or four kids!"
"Not three?" Lane asked.
"Jan Brady Syndrome," Cale said instantly. "I get it. And-- hold on, here's everyone else!" Cale and jumped to his feet, waving his hand in the air.
"Hey, Lane, when is your flight due in again?" Kris asked. "So Adam and I can pick y'all up--"
"Don't be ridiculous. We can get a watertaxi. There's no need to waste your time coming for us. And we're all going to just collapse into bed straight away, anyway. Or we should and if Emmaline sees you two, she's bound to get quite wound up."
"At least let us send a boatman for you. Hey, I didn't tell you -- I met this really weird one. His name was Charoni--" He broke off as Lane began to laugh. "What's so funny?"
"You had a boatman named Charoni?" Lane laughed again. "Don't you get it?"
"Uh... no?"
"Guess the public education in Toad Suck didn't include reading Greek and Roman mythology."
"Hey, now," Cale interjected with a grin as he sat down in the midst of the rest of their party. "We may not have learned about dead Greek and Romans, but Pearline did come to school once or twice to show us her snakes."
"An admirable substitute, no doubt." Lane rolled her eyes and smiled. "But Charoni the boatman? Charon the boatman carried the dead to the underworld. You had to pay him a gold coin to get passage..."
"Are you shittin' me?" Kris asked. "I had to give this Charoni dude one of my doubloons. Adam knows mythology?"
"I promise, Ryan. You'll get your happily ever after story," Adam agreed. He smiled as he watched Kris pace back and forth on the balcony of their room overlooking the Grand Canal before dinner. They had places to go and new surfaces in the room to christen. "But for now, will you settle for that picture I sent you?"
"Do you think Dadakiss' wish came true, Mama?" Emmaline asked, tired of watching all the people in the airport.
"I'm sure it did," Dani said, soothingly stroking her daughter's blonde hair. Emmaline had been worried about that wish.
"How do you know? Did he tell you what it was? Because that's against the rules!" Emmaline noted, aghast.
"And we all know the Lambert-Allen family is full of rule-followers." Neil rolled his eyes.
"But it's a rule about wishing! You have to follow those rules!" Emmaline argued. "They's important!"
"They are important," Neil corrected.
"See? Even UncaNeil agrees with me -- following wish rules is important." Emmaline nodded.
"Emmaline." Dani looked at her daughter sternly. "Calm down and do not argue with adults. Dadakiss did not tell me what his wish was, but I bet we all know what it was."
"Indeed, young lady." Lane held out her arms and Emmaline crawled into her lap. "I think we all know that Kris wants to be done with his time out."
"Me too!" Emmaline agreed. "Do you think he is?"
"I know he is," Lane said confidently. Kris and Adam had better be fixed for good. Trying to help set true love on the correct course was exhausting and she was hoping to be planning a wedding of her own soon. She pulled her phone out of her purse. "Look here."
"Yeah! They kissing again!" Emmaline clapped excitedly.
"Wondering what's going on in the Adam Lambert--Kris Allen story?" Giuliana asked. "And where in the world are those two? E! has the latest. Ryan, want to catch everyone up on the developments in this saga?"
"Absolutely. First off, charges have been filed against that former associate of the Lambert-Allen family who allegedly stole Kris Allen's phone and tried to extort money from Lambert to keep private information away from the media. As most of you know by now, Lambert refused to pay and the former associate did indeed sell the story to a tabloid. The story caused a rift between Lambert and Allen, a rift Allen sought to mend through a candid interview on The Tonight Show and some interesting billboards here in LA."
"Those billboards were awesome! All that glitter. What a romantic gesture!" Giuliana smiled. "And what better way to rekindle a romance than escaping to Venice during the spring Carnevale season!
"Today, tonight, what is it, anyway?" Adam asked, long moments later as he lifted his mouth and saw the dazed expression on Kris' face.
"I don't know. Does it matter?"
"No. As long as I have you now and forever, who cares what time it is?"
"Adammm...you're so sweet," Kris moaned, then tilted his head back as Adam's lips teased his nipple, then slid down the ring and tugged on it. He scrabbled back under the pillow. "I just want it to be five second from now."
"What's happening five seconds from now?"
"Your cock is going to be inside me pounding me into tomorrow." Kris held up the tube of lube and grinned.
"And as you can see from this picture a fan took in Venice of Adam and Kris after their reunion...." Ryan paused and pointed to the screen behind him, which showed an Instagram picture of the two men kissing in St. Mark's Square. Ryan pointed again and another picture of Adam and Kris in a gondola appeared on screen. He concluded the teaser segment by saying, "And as you can see by the photo Adam sent to me exclusively, I think a happy ending is in sight."
"Hey, I just realized something. Aside from the fact that you need to bend over more often." Kris grinned late that evening --or possibly very early the next morning because he had no flipping idea what time it was. Nor did he care as he watched Adam's ass as he rubbed his foot after stubbing it on the stairs leading up to the bed. Ha, that's what Adam got for gloating that Kris had no plaid to wear for the next week. Surely, there had to be somewhere to buy a plaid shirt somewhere in Venice.
Because he totally wanted to see Adam's face when he saw him in plaid on the Grand Canal. And the look on his face when he ripped it off and saw the nipple ring again. That nipple ring might have been his best idea. Ever. He closed the closet door now that he'd hung up the clothes in his backpack, wondering why Adam had bought him those clothes when there was already a closet full of them. Including another cape. Oh well, Adam probably thought a guy couldn't have too many capes. And they were fun to play with, to say nothing of fun to hide the evidence of him groping Adam earlier that day.
"That stairs leading up to a bed are a really bad idea?" Adam winced and glared at the stairs.
"No. They're a great idea. A built-in stepstool."
"Holy shit, you're right. I can't believe I didn't see the fucking possibilities of those steps. I didn't include them on my list."
"What list?"
"I made a list of the places we could fuck in this room."
"You... Of course, you did. Where is this list?"
"On my phone."
"Not on a phone! Didn't we learn a lesson about phones?" Kris argued.
"What? Like anyone would be shocked that I made a list of places to have sex." Adam rolled his eyes. "Besides I didn't keep the list. I sent it to Lane for back up."
"You did not."
"Why not? I owed her for sending us the food earlier."
"So you're repaying her by giving her a list of places to have sex?"
"For ideas so she and Cale could have a romantic visit. He's proposing, right?"
"Yeah, but -- I can't believe..."
"She's not my long-lost sister...person....whatever you two are. We're both adults. I figured she's appreciate the info." Adam shook his head mournfully and looked down to keep Kris from seeing his grin. Lane would slap him silly if he ever sent her a list like that. "Can't believe I didn't think of the stairs. I'm losing my touch!"
"I know. We can't be separated this long ever again because you get out of practice." Kris winked. "You know what they say? Practice makes perfect." He walked over to the steps, knelt on the middle one and wiggled his ass. "So let's practice."
"Leila?" Kim began. "Have you heard from those boys?"
"I'm...um...sure they're quite busy." Leila fought to keep the laughter out of her voice. Kim Allen had come a long way over the years, but she definitely fit the mold of a parent who liked to pretend her kid was still a virgin.
"Oh. I suppose. Venice is quite the tourist spot."
"Absolutely. I'm sure they're rocking in a gondola right now." Leila bit her lip. If she believed in hell, she was fairly certain she was going there. Lucky for her, she was more likely to believe in magic or karma than in heaven or hell, which wasn't saying much considering that in her core she believed everyone made their own heaven and hell, their own magic or karma.
"You're right. I got a text from Kris telling me that everything was okay. He was such a wreck. He kept practicing what he was going to say over and over."
"So did Adam," Leila confided. "It's a good sign that they both were so anxious about making the other one happy, don't you think?"
"Absolutely. It's when you forget about paying attention to that every day that trouble happens. I knew it was goin' to be okay when Adam called about making dump cake!"
Leila laughed. She'd sat there and watched while Adam followed Kim's instructions. "That was the best entertainment that I've had in a long time! I'm sure the cake wasn't as good as yours."
"Well, the point is that it was made with love. I'm sure it was the sweetest cake Kris has ever tasted."
"I can't believe I'm having chocolate hazelnut cheesecake for breakfast," Kris mumbled, his mouth half-full, the next morning. He knew it was morning because the room steward had told him he was breakfast. He put the plate down on the bedside table and closed his eyes in ecstasy. "I can't believe we're sitting in bed eating chocolate hazelnut cheesecake for breakfast. Naked. I vote we move here."
"Mmm..." Adam nodded as he reached over, took a swipe through Kris' plate with his finger and smeared chocolate on Kris' chest. He bent down and slowly licked it off, his tongue quickly licking over Kris' nipple.
"Wait. You said you were goin' to lick the cheesecake off of me!" Kris remembered, reaching over Adam for the plate, then freezing when Adam flicked the dangling nipple ring. "Hey..."
"Hey you..." Adam tugged on the ring, then sent it swinging, watching with fascination.
"Damn, the look on your face. What are you thinking?" Kris asked, staying still while Adam touched him.
"I think we need to install a bigger mirror in our bedroom," Adam noted, looking up with a smile. He reached for the cheesecake and pushed Kris back. "Because I want to see your ring swinging back and forth when I fuck you from behind."
"Day-ummmm," Kris moaned as Adam leaned over him and began painting his chest and abdomen with chocolate. As Adam bent his head and slowly licked him clean, taking his time and teasing Kris with soft quick touches of his tongue until Kris was writhing under him, his nipples as hard as his cock -- which oh hell, Adam was coating that with chocolate now and he was going to lose it... He arched up into Adam's mouth, his breath rasping in his throat as he watched Adam's lips and tongue on his cock. It would only be better if there was a mirror behind him. "I've always wanted a bigger mirror, so fine with me."
"Well, if I keep eating this cheesecake, we'll need a bigger mirror," Adam joked.
"You could stand to put a few pounds on, anyway. But you don't get it, do you?" Kris asked, his fingertips gently tracing the slant of Adam's nose, the arch of his cheekbones and the curve of his lips. "You're gorgeous. I'm a gay guy. I wanta see as much of you as often as possible. This mirror. I wish I could make you see yourself the way I do--"
"My insecurities are my problem," Adam said automatically, then paused as his eyes went to the room safe hidden inside the closet. "Although, you're right. We can and do help each other be better versions of ourselves."
"Right." Kris nodded, then shoved Adam back on to the pillows with a sudden, hard push. "And I'm going to help you see. And I know how."
"That grin on your face is evil."
Kris cackled his best evil laugh.
"Was that your version of an evil laugh?"
"Shaddup. And I mean that in a nice way." Kris winked, then straddled Adam's hips. Slowly running his hands over Adam's' chest, he pondered, then smiled. He'd usually avoided this topic because it freaked Adam out, but maybe that squeamishness meant it was a key. "I know. You've always been squeamish about it, but waaaaay before I met you, I was a fan. Who had a poster on my closet door. A poster which I used to---"
"Aaack!" Adam squeaked, then put his hands over his ears and shook his head. "Can't hear, can't hear..."
Laughing, Kris pulled Adam's hands down. "Now listen. Or do I have to tie you down?"
"Puh-leeze."
Seeing the blush on Adam's cheeks, Kris smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, his mouth opening over Adam's, delighted when Adam responded instantly by parting his own lips and encircling Kris with his arms. Kris lifted his mouth, then shoved Adam's arms back down to the bed. "Seriously, I will tie you down."
"You don't have anything to use," Adam challenged. It was always fun on those rare occasions when Kris decided to get aggressive.
"Is that a challenge, mister?" Kris jumped up from the bed. "Because I know you -- you brought along scarves."
"What are you going to tie them to, though?" Adam asked, gesturing towards the headboard. "No posts or anything."
"I'll figure it out."
Reaching for his phone, Adam shrugged. "Okay, while you do that, I'll call my mom."
"You're calling your mom while I look for something to use in a bondage game?"
"Sure. Why not?" Adam shrugged and pressed his mother's speed dial button and the the speaker phone.
"She's gonna want to Skype--"
"Hi, Adam!" Leila called out happily. "Let's Skype!"
"You can't!" Kris yelled.
"Why not?" Leila asked, already knowing the answer.
Adam laughed. "Kris is naked."
"I am not!" Kris yelled.
"Yes, he is." Leila laughed this time.
"Okay, that's freaky. The two of you have the same laugh," Kris noted, hiding behind the closet door.
"He's hiding behind something, isn't he?" Leila asked with laughter still in her voice. The boys sounded totally fine. Good. She was hoping to never have to play Dr. Phil or Fairy Godmother to those two in that sort of extremis again.
"You got it. Which is kinda nutso butso...." Adam drawled in a fair imitation of Kris' voice the night before, minus -- he hoped -- the edge of sexual hunger Kris had in his tone.
"Considering that I do not have Skype on."
"Humph!" Kris grumbled loudly as he poked through Adam's space in the closet. "Aha!" He held up two scarves. "I knew it!"
"He knew what?" Leila asked.
"That I overpacked."
"That's hardly a newsflash."
"Agreed." Adam grinned at Kris. "So I have no idea why he's so excited to discover it."
"Perhaps it's exciting to learn that the person you love is still there, after time and trouble and trauma."
"Or..." Kris whispered, rubbing the scarves over his body, then against his cock. He watched Adam's eyes widen. "Or maybe I appreciate the opportunities your overpacking provides."
"He's set on helping me overcome my insecurities, actually," Adam explained, lying back on the bed. If Kris was going to put on a show, he was going to watch.
"I'll buy him a new hat then myself."
"Hat?" Adam asked, distracted by the way Kris was using the fringe of a scarf to tease his own cock. "How did you know about the hat?"
"Lane. And Twitter, my boy. Twitter. Ryan showed a picture from Twitter on E! last night and then Lane sent me two more pictures of the two of you in St. Mark's Square. That hat of Kris'..."
"Tell me about it. It has an orange feather." Adam grinned as Kris stuck his tongue out at him, then advanced on the bed, careful not to trip over the dangerous -- but useful -- stairs.
"Matches that chair, doesn't?" Leila asked with a laugh.
"Well, if the chair had glitter. Which, come to think of it," Adam remembered. "Did have orange glitter on it the last time I looked."
"Emmaline told me that's because Kris blew the glitter onto it and made a wish."
"A wish? What for?" Adam asked, then blinked in surprise when Kris grabbed his free hand and tied the scarf around his wrist in a tight knot. "Gotta go, Mom. I think Kris is about to make my wishes come true. Again."
TBC----> Chapter 60.2: C'era una volta