Fic: Caught on Tape (American Idol)
Title: Caught on Tape
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. These are real people so they own themselves, and each other.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing/Characters: Kris/Adam, Kim (OC), Jackson (OC)
Warnings: slash, sex
Summary: When a sex tape is leaked Kris and Adam must deal with the fall out together.
Author’s Note: This was written for benched's American Idol Porn Meme, the prompter asked for Kris/Adam - sex tape, and while the porn is there it quickly turns plotty, I couldn't help myself lol. Should I write more?
Beta'd by blue_icy_rose
Last year’s American Idol winner was on his back on the bed, eyes blown wide with lust and sweat beading his upper lip as he moaned low. His back arched and his skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he moved jerkily against the sheets.
The image from the camera shook as it panned down the writhing form to show a thick cock hard and flat against Kris’s stomach. A hand with black painted nails came to give the cock a tight jerk, eliciting another moan from the singer. The camera angle shifted to show where a bare cock was moving in and out of the clenching hole of the man on the bed, flesh smacking against flesh and precum making it glisten on the camera’s image.
“Put the camera down,” Kris demanded breathlessly from off screen as the camera continued to focus on the thick muscle pounding into the boy’s ass.
The demand was followed by a dirty laugh and the familiar voice of another man. “Not yet, baby,God you don’t know how hot you look right now.”
“Adam,” Kris whined softly, the name of his fellow American Idol contestant ending in a laugh and his voice went softer, “love you.”
The camera panned up to Kris’s face, his eyes filled with a soft lust as they locked on the camera and a smile curved his lips, a crooked smile just for the camera. “I love you.”
The angle shifted again, blurring, and then there was a dark head joining Kris’s as lips fused together and Adam Lambert bit on the bottom lip of the younger man, his tongue darting out to lick at the corner of Kris’s mouth. “Love you too, baby,” was murmured against Kris’s skin.
The image on the large flat screen TV was paused as Kim, Adam’s manager, faced the boys on the couch with a stern expression on her face. Jackson, Kris’s manager, stood beside her, his arms crossed and his eyes flat. They looked like parents scolding their children and both men shifted against each other, thighs touching.
“Congratulations, boys, you have more hits online than Paris Hilton,” Kim deadpanned.
Kris and Adam shared a look and Adam was the first one to speak, his voice unsure and nervous. “Yay.”
Kris bit his bottom lip, trying to keep a straight face and failed, a laugh wrenched from his throat as he leaned forward to bury his face in Adam’s chest, his cheeks bright red. Adam’s arm came up to wrap around his back as he held Kris and the younger man drew back. “Oh God, Adam,” he muttered before laughter overtook him.
Adam just shook his head, an affectionate smile on his lips as he turned to their managers, his arm still tight around Kris. “Sorry, he’s a bit traumatized. His hair was a mess,” Adam bantered calmly and Kris giggled again against him, pulling back.
“It’s your fault; you wouldn’t stop pulling on it.” He turned to the managers, face still bright. “I am sorry, the camera was new, this is all Adam’s fault, we can say it was all Adam’s fault, right?” he joked before turning back to his boyfriend. “How in the hell did that get out? Last time I checked, it was in your room.” His face brightened as he said it and it didn’t take that much imagination to know how Kris would know where the video was, the only way was if he had watched it, recently, in Adam’s room.
“Fucking maid,” Adam muttered. “It had to be her; I told you she was taking stuff. She probably grabbed it, thinking it was some kind of home video.”
Kris just shook his head, affection clear in his eyes. “Well maybe you should start cleaning your own room and stop hiring people to do it.” He turned from Adam back to the managers, wincing slightly as his eyes moved over Kim and locked with his own manager’s. Kim has always intimidated him, she was tough.
“So what do we do? Some kind of damage control, right? We weren’t ready to announce our relationship but our family and friends already know, so it’s okay.” He turned to Adam, unsure for the first time because he didn’t know if Adam was okay with their relationship being blasted all over. “It’s okay right?”
Adam’s hand slipped into his, squeezing tightly, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to Kris’s forehead. “It’s okay. Not too thrilled with everyone getting to see you like that,” there was a possessive glint in his eyes as his lips slipped into a smirk, “but we’re hot and now everyone knows it.”
A thought occurred to Kris and he blushed again, burying his head into hands. “Oh God, my mom is going to see it.”
Adam kissed Kris again, amusement in his voice. “Everyone is going to see it, babe.”
“They are already questioning your time in the mansion.” Kim’s voice broke through and they both turned their attention back to her. “That Adam might have been the reason for the divorce; that you cheated.”
“I didn’t cheat,” Kris got out, stunned, his face paling. “I didn’t.” He shook his head looking from Kim to Jackson, his voice pleading “I didn’t, I would never…” He broke off.
Adam hugged him tight, his voice soft. “We know you wouldn’t, we know.” He turned back to the managers, they knew that Kris and Adam were together but they didn’t know the how or the whys. “Kris didn’t cheat on Katy but we did get close in the mansion. They got a divorce because they both fell in love with someone else.”
Kris had fallen in love with Adam and Katy had fallen for the brother of the friend she had been staying with while in L.A. Kris and Katy had drifted apart during the competition and were still friends. The divorce had been announced halfway through the tour, after the papers had already been signed and the families all knew.
“Will she say that in an interview?” Jackson asked and his voice was softer than Kim’s, more understanding, and that was why he was Kris’s manager. Kim was perfect for Adam, tough as nails, no nonsense, and fierce as hell. Jackson, on the other hand, was just as tough but it was tempered and him and Kris worked well together.
Adam needed someone who could keep up with him; Kris needed someone who could understand him.
“Yeah.” Kris nodded, knowing Katy, knowing if he asked that she would. Hell, she was probably one of the missed calls on his phone he had been ignoring since the video had gone live a few hours ago. “She will,” he sighed and leaned into Adam even more.
“Good.” Kim smiled and the smile still scared Kris. “I’ll set it up, fly her in, and we need you boys, too. The next week or so is going to be hell, so get ready.”
Kris and Adam looked at each other and Kris buried his head in Adam’s chest, his voice muffled, “Okay.”
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. These are real people so they own themselves, and each other.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing/Characters: Kris/Adam, Kim (OC), Jackson (OC)
Warnings: slash, sex
Summary: When a sex tape is leaked Kris and Adam must deal with the fall out together.
Author’s Note: This was written for benched's American Idol Porn Meme, the prompter asked for Kris/Adam - sex tape, and while the porn is there it quickly turns plotty, I couldn't help myself lol. Should I write more?
Beta'd by blue_icy_rose
Last year’s American Idol winner was on his back on the bed, eyes blown wide with lust and sweat beading his upper lip as he moaned low. His back arched and his skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he moved jerkily against the sheets.
The image from the camera shook as it panned down the writhing form to show a thick cock hard and flat against Kris’s stomach. A hand with black painted nails came to give the cock a tight jerk, eliciting another moan from the singer. The camera angle shifted to show where a bare cock was moving in and out of the clenching hole of the man on the bed, flesh smacking against flesh and precum making it glisten on the camera’s image.
“Put the camera down,” Kris demanded breathlessly from off screen as the camera continued to focus on the thick muscle pounding into the boy’s ass.
The demand was followed by a dirty laugh and the familiar voice of another man. “Not yet, baby,God you don’t know how hot you look right now.”
“Adam,” Kris whined softly, the name of his fellow American Idol contestant ending in a laugh and his voice went softer, “love you.”
The camera panned up to Kris’s face, his eyes filled with a soft lust as they locked on the camera and a smile curved his lips, a crooked smile just for the camera. “I love you.”
The angle shifted again, blurring, and then there was a dark head joining Kris’s as lips fused together and Adam Lambert bit on the bottom lip of the younger man, his tongue darting out to lick at the corner of Kris’s mouth. “Love you too, baby,” was murmured against Kris’s skin.
The image on the large flat screen TV was paused as Kim, Adam’s manager, faced the boys on the couch with a stern expression on her face. Jackson, Kris’s manager, stood beside her, his arms crossed and his eyes flat. They looked like parents scolding their children and both men shifted against each other, thighs touching.
“Congratulations, boys, you have more hits online than Paris Hilton,” Kim deadpanned.
Kris and Adam shared a look and Adam was the first one to speak, his voice unsure and nervous. “Yay.”
Kris bit his bottom lip, trying to keep a straight face and failed, a laugh wrenched from his throat as he leaned forward to bury his face in Adam’s chest, his cheeks bright red. Adam’s arm came up to wrap around his back as he held Kris and the younger man drew back. “Oh God, Adam,” he muttered before laughter overtook him.
Adam just shook his head, an affectionate smile on his lips as he turned to their managers, his arm still tight around Kris. “Sorry, he’s a bit traumatized. His hair was a mess,” Adam bantered calmly and Kris giggled again against him, pulling back.
“It’s your fault; you wouldn’t stop pulling on it.” He turned to the managers, face still bright. “I am sorry, the camera was new, this is all Adam’s fault, we can say it was all Adam’s fault, right?” he joked before turning back to his boyfriend. “How in the hell did that get out? Last time I checked, it was in your room.” His face brightened as he said it and it didn’t take that much imagination to know how Kris would know where the video was, the only way was if he had watched it, recently, in Adam’s room.
“Fucking maid,” Adam muttered. “It had to be her; I told you she was taking stuff. She probably grabbed it, thinking it was some kind of home video.”
Kris just shook his head, affection clear in his eyes. “Well maybe you should start cleaning your own room and stop hiring people to do it.” He turned from Adam back to the managers, wincing slightly as his eyes moved over Kim and locked with his own manager’s. Kim has always intimidated him, she was tough.
“So what do we do? Some kind of damage control, right? We weren’t ready to announce our relationship but our family and friends already know, so it’s okay.” He turned to Adam, unsure for the first time because he didn’t know if Adam was okay with their relationship being blasted all over. “It’s okay right?”
Adam’s hand slipped into his, squeezing tightly, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to Kris’s forehead. “It’s okay. Not too thrilled with everyone getting to see you like that,” there was a possessive glint in his eyes as his lips slipped into a smirk, “but we’re hot and now everyone knows it.”
A thought occurred to Kris and he blushed again, burying his head into hands. “Oh God, my mom is going to see it.”
Adam kissed Kris again, amusement in his voice. “Everyone is going to see it, babe.”
“They are already questioning your time in the mansion.” Kim’s voice broke through and they both turned their attention back to her. “That Adam might have been the reason for the divorce; that you cheated.”
“I didn’t cheat,” Kris got out, stunned, his face paling. “I didn’t.” He shook his head looking from Kim to Jackson, his voice pleading “I didn’t, I would never…” He broke off.
Adam hugged him tight, his voice soft. “We know you wouldn’t, we know.” He turned back to the managers, they knew that Kris and Adam were together but they didn’t know the how or the whys. “Kris didn’t cheat on Katy but we did get close in the mansion. They got a divorce because they both fell in love with someone else.”
Kris had fallen in love with Adam and Katy had fallen for the brother of the friend she had been staying with while in L.A. Kris and Katy had drifted apart during the competition and were still friends. The divorce had been announced halfway through the tour, after the papers had already been signed and the families all knew.
“Will she say that in an interview?” Jackson asked and his voice was softer than Kim’s, more understanding, and that was why he was Kris’s manager. Kim was perfect for Adam, tough as nails, no nonsense, and fierce as hell. Jackson, on the other hand, was just as tough but it was tempered and him and Kris worked well together.
Adam needed someone who could keep up with him; Kris needed someone who could understand him.
“Yeah.” Kris nodded, knowing Katy, knowing if he asked that she would. Hell, she was probably one of the missed calls on his phone he had been ignoring since the video had gone live a few hours ago. “She will,” he sighed and leaned into Adam even more.
“Good.” Kim smiled and the smile still scared Kris. “I’ll set it up, fly her in, and we need you boys, too. The next week or so is going to be hell, so get ready.”
Kris and Adam looked at each other and Kris buried his head in Adam’s chest, his voice muffled, “Okay.”