Fic: Make You Feel Damn Good (1/2) American Idol
Title: Make You Feel Damn Good (1/2)
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. These are real people so they own themselves, and in this fandom they own each other.
Fandom: American Idol
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 2,168
Pairing/Characters: Kris/Adam, Matt, Danny, Allison, other Idols mentioned (Anoop/Megan), OMC (Dustin)
Warnings: Slash, druggedKris, overprotectiveAdam, Establilshed relationship, attempted non-con (but Adam saves the day)
Prompt: Adam/Kris. Someone gets roofied (preferably Kris) and the other takes care of him. Sex ensues.
Summary: A night on the town turns dangerous as a stranger slips something in Kris’s drink. Will Adam be able to get to him in time?
Author’s Note: This was another fic written for benched’s American Idol Porn Meme. I am learning though that I fail at straight up simple porn and like a lot of plot with my porn. The subject matter is touchy but if you are worried about that there will be a happy ending. Enjoy and please let me know what you think.
Also, there is no mention of Katy because this fic is about her in no way. Its up to you, she either exists and they are divorced or she doesn't at all.
Beta’d by blue_icy_rose.
Part 1
Kris sat at the bar, a tired smile on his face and his knees bent, feet arched on the bottom rung of the stool he sat on. He watched as Megan and Anoop danced in the middle of the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and hers around his neck, bodies pressed close together as he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh.
Kris smiled at his friends’ happiness, knowing it was rare for them to just be together like this in public. It was Megan that was the conservative one, she was still uncomfortable putting her relationship on display for everyone to see and Anoop had been slowly working her out of her shell.
Tonight was rare, they had finally gotten a day off and most of them had decided to take advantage of it by going somewhere together. They had settled on an all age’s club so Allison could join in. The place still served alcohol though and Kris had been carded for the beer he had been nursing all night.
It had been Matt’s idea, he had wanted a bar though Adam had talked him into the club after seeing Allison’s disappointed face. He had then had Kris talk Allison’s mom into letting her go, after promising her that him and Adam would watch after her.
Unsurprisingly, Michael and Lil had opted to stay behind, Michael because no one was comfortable around him and he knew it, and Lil because she was coming down with something and needed to rest before tomorrow’s performance.
From where he sat at the bar, Kris could see the dancing couple, he could also see Danny talking with Scott and his brother, Matt had disappeared an hour or so ago with a set of twins, his handler trailing after him, and Adam was following Allison around, keeping her out of trouble.
Security had been nervous about them moving through the club at the rate they were, so Kris had sent his handler after them, promising he wouldn’t move from the bar and if he needed to go to the bathroom, the others handlers were still around.
To be honest, Kris was tired and didn’t feel up to dancing. It felt like he was coming down with whatever Lil had and the strain from the last year of his life was still there. This whole thing just had him drained. He kept telling himself he could sleep after the next week’s performance, then after show was over, now after the tour, and he knew it was going to turn into after the CD was done.
He knew it was worth it, knew because for the first time in his life what he was doing felt right. It was exhilarating. He had never been as happy as he was now. He had given up on having a music career before Idol and had been stunned when he got through, had been beyond stunned when he had won, and while he still thought Adam deserved it more, he had had enough people to tell him that he deserved this that he was starting to believe it.
Adam wouldn’t let him believe any different. Every time Kris had tried to tell him he was sorry, tried to tell him that he should have won, Adam had shut him up. At first he had just smiled and told Kris to stop it, that he did deserve it, but when he had kept saying it, Adam had gotten mad and Adam mad was a rare sight.
Finally, one day when Kris was running late for rehearsals, he had cornered him on the bus, pushed him back into his bunk (the bottom one because Adam had claimed the top on national TV) , and had somehow managed to bend his body enough that he straddled Kris, pinning him to the mattress.
He hadn’t let Kris up until Kris had admitted that he was the American Idol and that he deserved it, over a hundred times.
They had been really late but no one had seemed mad about it because no one got mad at Adam, he was Adam.
Kris caught a flash of bright red hair and his lips twisted at the corners as he tilted his head back to see Allison on the balcony, dancing to the music with a bottle of water in her hand and Adam close beside her, singing along to the music loudly. Kris’s eyes locked with Adam’s and the other man gave him a brilliant smile, his heavily darkened eyes (because, as he had explained to Kris, clubbing make-up was entirely different than performance make-up and required more glitter) bright with mirth. He gave Kris a slow wink and followed Allison into a crowd of people, disappearing from view.
Kris took another drink of his beer, tilting back his neck as he drained it and he set the empty bottle on the wooden bar dropping the crumbled label he had peeled off by it.
He debated whether he should order another one or call it a night and head back to the bus. It wasn’t even nine yet but his throat was feeling scratchy and he knew it would suck if he got sick. Something about him being the winner of the competition that was touring had him singing a lot and doing a lot of the press.
“Do you want another?” someone asked and Kris turned to see the older man that had sat down beside him. His hair was dark, peppered with gray and there were laugh lines around his eyes. He indicated the empty beer Kris had set down on the bar.
Before Kris could tell him not to, because he could afford his own drinks, the guy was signaling the bartender for another. A second later, one was being placed in front of Kris and, of course, the guy didn’t get carded, grey hair was apparently code for over twenty-one.
“You’re Kris Allen.” It wasn’t a question and the guy’s smile was wide as he held his own drink, something dark with lots of ice in a smaller glass. “My sister loved you, talked about you all the time. I’m Dustin.” When the man smiled, he showed a lot of perfectly white teeth and Kris was so tired all he could do was smile back and shift nervously on the stool, regretting sending his handler away. He didn’t feel up to handling any fans tonight.
“Kris!” a familiar voice shouted in his ear and Kris was fast enough to hop off the stool and catch Matt as he slumped against him, clearly completely hammered and displeased. As Kris turned to Matt, he missed the displeased look of the man that had been talking to him.
“The twins thought I was Justin Timberlake,” Matt whined, his lips twisted in what could only be a pout, a pout that would do a six year old girl proud. “My life sucks.”
Kris smiled; slipping an arm under Matt’s to help hold him up. “Your life doesn’t suck; it will suck tomorrow when you wake up.” Kris saw Danny heading their way and couldn’t help feeling relieved, he and Danny might not always get along but, for some reason, the guy was great at dealing with people when they were at their worse.
“Hey Matt,” Danny’s smile was soft, “let’s get you back to the bus, man.” He slipped his arm under Matt’s other side and he gave Kris a reassuring smile. “I’ll get him back; I was going to turn in, anyway. You stay and have fun.” Kris just nodded and backed away as Danny’s handler helped support Matt. He could see Matt’s watching from the entrance, looking less than pleased and he gave Danny a strained smile as they began making their way in his direction.
Kris sighed, his throat starting to ache, and he saw Scott and his brother move to the bathroom, so in sync with each other.
“Is your friend okay?” the man that had been sitting by him, Dustin, asked and Kris turned to him, surprised to find him still there.
“Oh, yeah, he’ll be okay,” Kris said softly, grabbing the beer and gulping it down, the liquid burning slightly as it slid down his throat. It was cold though, which helped more than it hurt. There was only a little left in the bottom and he set it back down, giving the guy a strained smile. “Thanks for the drink, do you, uh, want an autograph?” His voice sounded awkward to his own ears, it was still surreal to him, the fame and the attention.
The guy’s face broke into a bright smile, once again all teeth, somewhere looking predatorily and Kris pushed the smile to the back of his mind as the man nodded. “Yeah, that would be great; could I get one for my sister too? Like I said, she’s a fan and she would love it.” He was already pulling out a picture, one Kris recognized from his homecoming visit, and Kris shook his head, feeling dizzy.
He took the blue felt pen he carried out of his pocket, having learned early on that it helped in situations like this, and quickly scrawled his name on the picture and on the next one the guy pushed his way, his brow furrowing as he saw one of the pictures he remembered from college.
Kris shook his head again as he capped the pen and slipped it back in his pocket. He felt drunk. Sure, he was a lightweight but two beers making him feel this out of it wasn’t normal. Maybe the whole being sick had some kind of effect on it.
He had already been feeling bad before the beers.
“Thank you so much, Kris, you really are amazing,” the guy murmured and Kris looked up at him, his vision wavering slightly.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled and rubbed at his eyes, moving to head back to the bus. If he could just lie down, he would feel better; maybe shake off whatever this was. He gripped the side of the bar, his feet feeling weird under him and the room spinning and he felt the other guy’s body brush his, coming in close and warm.
“You need any help?” the man whispered in his ear, his breath hot on Kris’s flushed skin and Kris felt himself nodding, his head floating with the motion and his body sagging against the other guy’s.
“Yeah, yeah, that would be great,” he muttered, his head lolling to rest against the man’s shoulder and it felt nice, soft. Kris felt his eyes close and he tried to keep his feet moving so he wasn’t being dragged. He licked his lips, muttering, “Oh Adam, we have to tell Adam, ‘cause...” Kris felt the night air on his skin and breathed in deeply, wrinkling his nose as he smelt the stench of trash nearby.
He opened his eyes, surprised to find that they had closed and blinked in confusion as he saw they were in an alley. They had taken the back way out and Kris didn’t know in what direction the bus was. He told Dustin, “I have to go to the bus because Adam is at the bus and he’ll be waiting for me.” He shook his head in confusion when he noticed that they weren’t moving towards where the bus was but deeper into the alley and muttered, “He’ll get mad if I don’t get back, promised to watch Alli.”
“It’s okay,” the man whispered soothingly, his voice low as he guided Kris over to the side of the building, pushing Kris against it gently, “you’ll get back to the bus baby.” His body was hot against Kris’s as he pressed him against the stone.
Kris pressed his cheek against the cold surface, his eyes closing at the blissful contact, and he tried to shift away from the man’s body, just wanting to lie down. But he couldn’t because he reeked and he needed to get back to the bus and Adam and he didn’t want to be stinky because then Adam would make fun of him.
There was something wet against his neck, and it took him a while to realize it was the man’s tongue as he bit at Kris’s neck, his hand was moving across the material of Kris’s pants, slipping over the front and gripping the bulge he found there. Kris moaned, his head falling back against the man’s chest and he shook his head, trying to keep his eyes open. “You have to stop that, Adam won’t like that, I don’t want,” he muttered, his words coming out slurred and they made sense to Kris, “stop.”
“It’s okay,” Kris heard the man whisper in his ear again, his hand still gripping Kris tightly, making his body feel like it was on fire. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you really are amazing.”
To Be Continued . . .
And now continued in Part 2
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. These are real people so they own themselves, and in this fandom they own each other.
Fandom: American Idol
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 2,168
Pairing/Characters: Kris/Adam, Matt, Danny, Allison, other Idols mentioned (Anoop/Megan), OMC (Dustin)
Warnings: Slash, druggedKris, overprotectiveAdam, Establilshed relationship, attempted non-con (but Adam saves the day)
Prompt: Adam/Kris. Someone gets roofied (preferably Kris) and the other takes care of him. Sex ensues.
Summary: A night on the town turns dangerous as a stranger slips something in Kris’s drink. Will Adam be able to get to him in time?
Author’s Note: This was another fic written for benched’s American Idol Porn Meme. I am learning though that I fail at straight up simple porn and like a lot of plot with my porn. The subject matter is touchy but if you are worried about that there will be a happy ending. Enjoy and please let me know what you think.
Also, there is no mention of Katy because this fic is about her in no way. Its up to you, she either exists and they are divorced or she doesn't at all.
Beta’d by blue_icy_rose.
Part 1
Kris sat at the bar, a tired smile on his face and his knees bent, feet arched on the bottom rung of the stool he sat on. He watched as Megan and Anoop danced in the middle of the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and hers around his neck, bodies pressed close together as he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh.
Kris smiled at his friends’ happiness, knowing it was rare for them to just be together like this in public. It was Megan that was the conservative one, she was still uncomfortable putting her relationship on display for everyone to see and Anoop had been slowly working her out of her shell.
Tonight was rare, they had finally gotten a day off and most of them had decided to take advantage of it by going somewhere together. They had settled on an all age’s club so Allison could join in. The place still served alcohol though and Kris had been carded for the beer he had been nursing all night.
It had been Matt’s idea, he had wanted a bar though Adam had talked him into the club after seeing Allison’s disappointed face. He had then had Kris talk Allison’s mom into letting her go, after promising her that him and Adam would watch after her.
Unsurprisingly, Michael and Lil had opted to stay behind, Michael because no one was comfortable around him and he knew it, and Lil because she was coming down with something and needed to rest before tomorrow’s performance.
From where he sat at the bar, Kris could see the dancing couple, he could also see Danny talking with Scott and his brother, Matt had disappeared an hour or so ago with a set of twins, his handler trailing after him, and Adam was following Allison around, keeping her out of trouble.
Security had been nervous about them moving through the club at the rate they were, so Kris had sent his handler after them, promising he wouldn’t move from the bar and if he needed to go to the bathroom, the others handlers were still around.
To be honest, Kris was tired and didn’t feel up to dancing. It felt like he was coming down with whatever Lil had and the strain from the last year of his life was still there. This whole thing just had him drained. He kept telling himself he could sleep after the next week’s performance, then after show was over, now after the tour, and he knew it was going to turn into after the CD was done.
He knew it was worth it, knew because for the first time in his life what he was doing felt right. It was exhilarating. He had never been as happy as he was now. He had given up on having a music career before Idol and had been stunned when he got through, had been beyond stunned when he had won, and while he still thought Adam deserved it more, he had had enough people to tell him that he deserved this that he was starting to believe it.
Adam wouldn’t let him believe any different. Every time Kris had tried to tell him he was sorry, tried to tell him that he should have won, Adam had shut him up. At first he had just smiled and told Kris to stop it, that he did deserve it, but when he had kept saying it, Adam had gotten mad and Adam mad was a rare sight.
Finally, one day when Kris was running late for rehearsals, he had cornered him on the bus, pushed him back into his bunk (the bottom one because Adam had claimed the top on national TV) , and had somehow managed to bend his body enough that he straddled Kris, pinning him to the mattress.
He hadn’t let Kris up until Kris had admitted that he was the American Idol and that he deserved it, over a hundred times.
They had been really late but no one had seemed mad about it because no one got mad at Adam, he was Adam.
Kris caught a flash of bright red hair and his lips twisted at the corners as he tilted his head back to see Allison on the balcony, dancing to the music with a bottle of water in her hand and Adam close beside her, singing along to the music loudly. Kris’s eyes locked with Adam’s and the other man gave him a brilliant smile, his heavily darkened eyes (because, as he had explained to Kris, clubbing make-up was entirely different than performance make-up and required more glitter) bright with mirth. He gave Kris a slow wink and followed Allison into a crowd of people, disappearing from view.
Kris took another drink of his beer, tilting back his neck as he drained it and he set the empty bottle on the wooden bar dropping the crumbled label he had peeled off by it.
He debated whether he should order another one or call it a night and head back to the bus. It wasn’t even nine yet but his throat was feeling scratchy and he knew it would suck if he got sick. Something about him being the winner of the competition that was touring had him singing a lot and doing a lot of the press.
“Do you want another?” someone asked and Kris turned to see the older man that had sat down beside him. His hair was dark, peppered with gray and there were laugh lines around his eyes. He indicated the empty beer Kris had set down on the bar.
Before Kris could tell him not to, because he could afford his own drinks, the guy was signaling the bartender for another. A second later, one was being placed in front of Kris and, of course, the guy didn’t get carded, grey hair was apparently code for over twenty-one.
“You’re Kris Allen.” It wasn’t a question and the guy’s smile was wide as he held his own drink, something dark with lots of ice in a smaller glass. “My sister loved you, talked about you all the time. I’m Dustin.” When the man smiled, he showed a lot of perfectly white teeth and Kris was so tired all he could do was smile back and shift nervously on the stool, regretting sending his handler away. He didn’t feel up to handling any fans tonight.
“Kris!” a familiar voice shouted in his ear and Kris was fast enough to hop off the stool and catch Matt as he slumped against him, clearly completely hammered and displeased. As Kris turned to Matt, he missed the displeased look of the man that had been talking to him.
“The twins thought I was Justin Timberlake,” Matt whined, his lips twisted in what could only be a pout, a pout that would do a six year old girl proud. “My life sucks.”
Kris smiled; slipping an arm under Matt’s to help hold him up. “Your life doesn’t suck; it will suck tomorrow when you wake up.” Kris saw Danny heading their way and couldn’t help feeling relieved, he and Danny might not always get along but, for some reason, the guy was great at dealing with people when they were at their worse.
“Hey Matt,” Danny’s smile was soft, “let’s get you back to the bus, man.” He slipped his arm under Matt’s other side and he gave Kris a reassuring smile. “I’ll get him back; I was going to turn in, anyway. You stay and have fun.” Kris just nodded and backed away as Danny’s handler helped support Matt. He could see Matt’s watching from the entrance, looking less than pleased and he gave Danny a strained smile as they began making their way in his direction.
Kris sighed, his throat starting to ache, and he saw Scott and his brother move to the bathroom, so in sync with each other.
“Is your friend okay?” the man that had been sitting by him, Dustin, asked and Kris turned to him, surprised to find him still there.
“Oh, yeah, he’ll be okay,” Kris said softly, grabbing the beer and gulping it down, the liquid burning slightly as it slid down his throat. It was cold though, which helped more than it hurt. There was only a little left in the bottom and he set it back down, giving the guy a strained smile. “Thanks for the drink, do you, uh, want an autograph?” His voice sounded awkward to his own ears, it was still surreal to him, the fame and the attention.
The guy’s face broke into a bright smile, once again all teeth, somewhere looking predatorily and Kris pushed the smile to the back of his mind as the man nodded. “Yeah, that would be great; could I get one for my sister too? Like I said, she’s a fan and she would love it.” He was already pulling out a picture, one Kris recognized from his homecoming visit, and Kris shook his head, feeling dizzy.
He took the blue felt pen he carried out of his pocket, having learned early on that it helped in situations like this, and quickly scrawled his name on the picture and on the next one the guy pushed his way, his brow furrowing as he saw one of the pictures he remembered from college.
Kris shook his head again as he capped the pen and slipped it back in his pocket. He felt drunk. Sure, he was a lightweight but two beers making him feel this out of it wasn’t normal. Maybe the whole being sick had some kind of effect on it.
He had already been feeling bad before the beers.
“Thank you so much, Kris, you really are amazing,” the guy murmured and Kris looked up at him, his vision wavering slightly.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled and rubbed at his eyes, moving to head back to the bus. If he could just lie down, he would feel better; maybe shake off whatever this was. He gripped the side of the bar, his feet feeling weird under him and the room spinning and he felt the other guy’s body brush his, coming in close and warm.
“You need any help?” the man whispered in his ear, his breath hot on Kris’s flushed skin and Kris felt himself nodding, his head floating with the motion and his body sagging against the other guy’s.
“Yeah, yeah, that would be great,” he muttered, his head lolling to rest against the man’s shoulder and it felt nice, soft. Kris felt his eyes close and he tried to keep his feet moving so he wasn’t being dragged. He licked his lips, muttering, “Oh Adam, we have to tell Adam, ‘cause...” Kris felt the night air on his skin and breathed in deeply, wrinkling his nose as he smelt the stench of trash nearby.
He opened his eyes, surprised to find that they had closed and blinked in confusion as he saw they were in an alley. They had taken the back way out and Kris didn’t know in what direction the bus was. He told Dustin, “I have to go to the bus because Adam is at the bus and he’ll be waiting for me.” He shook his head in confusion when he noticed that they weren’t moving towards where the bus was but deeper into the alley and muttered, “He’ll get mad if I don’t get back, promised to watch Alli.”
“It’s okay,” the man whispered soothingly, his voice low as he guided Kris over to the side of the building, pushing Kris against it gently, “you’ll get back to the bus baby.” His body was hot against Kris’s as he pressed him against the stone.
Kris pressed his cheek against the cold surface, his eyes closing at the blissful contact, and he tried to shift away from the man’s body, just wanting to lie down. But he couldn’t because he reeked and he needed to get back to the bus and Adam and he didn’t want to be stinky because then Adam would make fun of him.
There was something wet against his neck, and it took him a while to realize it was the man’s tongue as he bit at Kris’s neck, his hand was moving across the material of Kris’s pants, slipping over the front and gripping the bulge he found there. Kris moaned, his head falling back against the man’s chest and he shook his head, trying to keep his eyes open. “You have to stop that, Adam won’t like that, I don’t want,” he muttered, his words coming out slurred and they made sense to Kris, “stop.”
“It’s okay,” Kris heard the man whisper in his ear again, his hand still gripping Kris tightly, making his body feel like it was on fire. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you really are amazing.”
To Be Continued . . .
And now continued in Part 2