Fic: Take Down (American Idol/Queer as Folk)
Title: Take Down
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and Adam Lambert belongs to himself and whatever company holds his contract.
Fandom: American Idol/Queer as Folk
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, offensive language (it’s Brian, it’s what he does), alcohol use, drug use
Pairings/Characters: Adam Lambert/ Brian Kinney (mentions of Adam/Kris, Brian/Justin, Brian/Various)
Prompt: Brian Kinney and Adam Lambert. Sex. Any way you choose to do it. Just true to form.
Spoilers: QAF post finale
Summary: Brian Kinney doesn’t care who Adam Lambert is, he is going to have him.
Author’s Notes: No actual porn, and both men lead to it so well but try as I might I couldn’t write it. Recent issues have pretty much killed my porn muse. Hope this works though, I’ve never written Brian Kinney before but I do love the character.
Beta'd by the amazing blue_icy_rose
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Brian downed the shot, neck arching as he let the liquid slide down his throat. He slammed the glass back onto the bar, his lips twisting into a smirk when it failed to break, they did make them tough. He had been trying for years. Signaling for two more, Brian twisted to scan the dance floor, his eyes measuring the bounty quickly before dismissing one hunk of meat after another. He didn’t search for a flash of blond hair or pale skin, didn’t look for the familiar supple ass he would never admit he’d grown attached to.
There was a commotion at the front entrance and Brian’s lips twisted in a snarl as he grabbed one of the shots and finished it off, slamming it down on the bar beside the other.
“Oh my god!” Emmett was practically vibrating with excitement as he came up to Brian, his eyes bright and done up almost as garishly as the shirt he was wearing. Ted trailed behind him, looking pathetically lost without his better half and Brian could already feel a headache forming. “Brian, you’ll never guess who’s here.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose, already reaching for the third shot, dropping one of the little white pills he had picked up earlier into it and drawled out sarcastically, “The Pope.” He downed the shot and the pill, slamming down this glass as well and returning to his perusal of his wonderfully half naked patrons, trying to find at least one body to sink his dick into for the night.
Emmett ignored his tone of voice that clearly said he didn’t give a fuck and kept on talking, his voice worse than whatever was coming out of the speakers because fags weren’t allowed to have good taste in music.
“It’s Adam Lambert!” Emmett squealed, delight in his eyes and Brian just stared at him. The name sounded familiar in a he was pretty sure he hadn’t fucked them kind of way, but other than that, it wasn’t exactly ringing any gongs, at least not any that mattered to his dick and that was what he was concerned with at the moment.
At Emmett’s, and even Ted’s, shocked looks when he failed to jump up and down like a fucking cunt at hearing the name, Brian rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry Mary-Kate and Ashley, I don’t spend my fucking time rooting my brain. I have a job and a dick that gets a lot of ass.”
“Adam Lambert is the runner-up of American Idol, he’s a glam rocker, drop dead gorgeous and as gay as they come. He came out on the cover of Rolling Stone,” Ted told him his voice laced with a disgusting amount of awe.
Brian rolled his eyes, feeling the drug start to take effect and rolled his neck on his shoulder “Well woo-fucking-hoo, at least he’s good for business.” Brian went back to his perusal of the crowd of hot and horny men, looking for a fuckable one.
“Brian, Adam Lambert is,” Emmett began, his voice high and defensive and Brian waved his hand to shut him up as he finally saw the man on everyone’s lips, and for good reason apparently. He wore eyeliner well, could work the tight leather pants that rode low on his hips and cupped his ass better than most people, and what an ass it was.
“I think I’ll go introduce myself,” Brian mused a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the way Lambert commanded the room, all eyes in the room on him and all dicks waving. Ignoring whatever protests the busybodies were going to have, Brian dismissed them from his mind, already prowling across the floor, his eyes locked on his target.
People moved out of his way, more than one hand dared to cup his ass, and Brian just smiled, his eyes sparkling and his body exuding sex and power. Lambert finally noticed him, surrounded by the bottom feeders and more than one bodyguard and Brian smiled. “I’m Brian Kinney, what brings you to Babylon?”
“The music.” Lambert grinned, amusement in his eyes.
“The music sucks. I should know, I picked it. Turns out most fags like this sort of stuff and it’s my job to cater to their needs,” his lips twisted and his eyes traveled blatantly over the leather clad figure, liking what he saw, “but you can cater to my needs tonight.”
“You’re forward.” Lambert grinned, darkened eyes crinkling into a smile. Brian didn’t usually go for the done up fuck toys, he liked his men to be men but there was no denying the quality in the man in front of him. “I’m just here,” Lambert began before his phone rang. He checked the display, the smile falling from his lips and his expression turning tight.
“Wifey calling, checking up on you?” Brian was close enough now that he caught the name, Kris something or other followed by a nauseating endearment.
“No.” Lambert’s voice was flat as he ignored the call, slipping the phone back into his too tight pockets, his voice was rougher, his eyes darker, and Brian shivered as he moved closer. “Let’s get out of here.”
Brian smiled, feeling triumphant and let his body press closer to Lambert’s, his lips brushing his ears. “Or not, there is a back room.” He turned on his heel, feeling Lambert following close behind him, his body warm against his. He could feel the eyes on them, following their every move and he smirked.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and Adam Lambert belongs to himself and whatever company holds his contract.
Fandom: American Idol/Queer as Folk
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, offensive language (it’s Brian, it’s what he does), alcohol use, drug use
Pairings/Characters: Adam Lambert/ Brian Kinney (mentions of Adam/Kris, Brian/Justin, Brian/Various)
Prompt: Brian Kinney and Adam Lambert. Sex. Any way you choose to do it. Just true to form.
Spoilers: QAF post finale
Summary: Brian Kinney doesn’t care who Adam Lambert is, he is going to have him.
Author’s Notes: No actual porn, and both men lead to it so well but try as I might I couldn’t write it. Recent issues have pretty much killed my porn muse. Hope this works though, I’ve never written Brian Kinney before but I do love the character.
Beta'd by the amazing blue_icy_rose
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Brian downed the shot, neck arching as he let the liquid slide down his throat. He slammed the glass back onto the bar, his lips twisting into a smirk when it failed to break, they did make them tough. He had been trying for years. Signaling for two more, Brian twisted to scan the dance floor, his eyes measuring the bounty quickly before dismissing one hunk of meat after another. He didn’t search for a flash of blond hair or pale skin, didn’t look for the familiar supple ass he would never admit he’d grown attached to.
There was a commotion at the front entrance and Brian’s lips twisted in a snarl as he grabbed one of the shots and finished it off, slamming it down on the bar beside the other.
“Oh my god!” Emmett was practically vibrating with excitement as he came up to Brian, his eyes bright and done up almost as garishly as the shirt he was wearing. Ted trailed behind him, looking pathetically lost without his better half and Brian could already feel a headache forming. “Brian, you’ll never guess who’s here.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose, already reaching for the third shot, dropping one of the little white pills he had picked up earlier into it and drawled out sarcastically, “The Pope.” He downed the shot and the pill, slamming down this glass as well and returning to his perusal of his wonderfully half naked patrons, trying to find at least one body to sink his dick into for the night.
Emmett ignored his tone of voice that clearly said he didn’t give a fuck and kept on talking, his voice worse than whatever was coming out of the speakers because fags weren’t allowed to have good taste in music.
“It’s Adam Lambert!” Emmett squealed, delight in his eyes and Brian just stared at him. The name sounded familiar in a he was pretty sure he hadn’t fucked them kind of way, but other than that, it wasn’t exactly ringing any gongs, at least not any that mattered to his dick and that was what he was concerned with at the moment.
At Emmett’s, and even Ted’s, shocked looks when he failed to jump up and down like a fucking cunt at hearing the name, Brian rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry Mary-Kate and Ashley, I don’t spend my fucking time rooting my brain. I have a job and a dick that gets a lot of ass.”
“Adam Lambert is the runner-up of American Idol, he’s a glam rocker, drop dead gorgeous and as gay as they come. He came out on the cover of Rolling Stone,” Ted told him his voice laced with a disgusting amount of awe.
Brian rolled his eyes, feeling the drug start to take effect and rolled his neck on his shoulder “Well woo-fucking-hoo, at least he’s good for business.” Brian went back to his perusal of the crowd of hot and horny men, looking for a fuckable one.
“Brian, Adam Lambert is,” Emmett began, his voice high and defensive and Brian waved his hand to shut him up as he finally saw the man on everyone’s lips, and for good reason apparently. He wore eyeliner well, could work the tight leather pants that rode low on his hips and cupped his ass better than most people, and what an ass it was.
“I think I’ll go introduce myself,” Brian mused a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the way Lambert commanded the room, all eyes in the room on him and all dicks waving. Ignoring whatever protests the busybodies were going to have, Brian dismissed them from his mind, already prowling across the floor, his eyes locked on his target.
People moved out of his way, more than one hand dared to cup his ass, and Brian just smiled, his eyes sparkling and his body exuding sex and power. Lambert finally noticed him, surrounded by the bottom feeders and more than one bodyguard and Brian smiled. “I’m Brian Kinney, what brings you to Babylon?”
“The music.” Lambert grinned, amusement in his eyes.
“The music sucks. I should know, I picked it. Turns out most fags like this sort of stuff and it’s my job to cater to their needs,” his lips twisted and his eyes traveled blatantly over the leather clad figure, liking what he saw, “but you can cater to my needs tonight.”
“You’re forward.” Lambert grinned, darkened eyes crinkling into a smile. Brian didn’t usually go for the done up fuck toys, he liked his men to be men but there was no denying the quality in the man in front of him. “I’m just here,” Lambert began before his phone rang. He checked the display, the smile falling from his lips and his expression turning tight.
“Wifey calling, checking up on you?” Brian was close enough now that he caught the name, Kris something or other followed by a nauseating endearment.
“No.” Lambert’s voice was flat as he ignored the call, slipping the phone back into his too tight pockets, his voice was rougher, his eyes darker, and Brian shivered as he moved closer. “Let’s get out of here.”
Brian smiled, feeling triumphant and let his body press closer to Lambert’s, his lips brushing his ears. “Or not, there is a back room.” He turned on his heel, feeling Lambert following close behind him, his body warm against his. He could feel the eyes on them, following their every move and he smirked.