AI Fic | Set Out To Change The World | Adam/Brad | R | ~1250 words
Set Out To Change The World
Adam Lambert/Brad Bell (pictures for reference: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) | R | ~ 1250 words
Kink Bingo: Phone Sex
Many thanks to supergrover24 for the beta! ♥! Technically this is for kink bingo, but also it is for elegantcrimes, because I love her OTP, too, ♥
"Hey, stranger," Brad says when he answers the phone.
"Hey," Adam says. He can hear the sound of someone walking down the hallway between the bunks, but he's pretty sure that most people on the bus are trying to sleep now, so he keeps his voice low.
"How's life as a corporate whore treating you?"
"About as well as your mom," Adam says. "Thanks for asking."
Brad laughs, and Adam arches his back, snuggling into the mattress. Adam thinks he would recognize Brad's laugh in a crowd of a thousand.
"So I hear you've got a CD coming out," Brad says.
Adam groans and says, "Yeah. Fucking awesome, right? Five hundred dollars when I can't even pay my rent, but now they think it's time to release a record of fucking demos."
"You're a star, darling," Brad says. "Everyone wants a piece."
"You been working on anything new?"
"Always," Brad says. "Speaking of new: how's Drake?"
"Good," Adam says. "He sent me a picture of him and this spicy redhead making out. I think it was supposed to be like a teaser trailer, for when he comes to visit at the end of the month."
"You haven't been a redhead in years."
Adam stretches out his feet, flexes his toes forward to touch the bottom of his bunk. "Yeah, well."
"I bought your Rolling Stone," Brad says after a few moments of silence. "Haven't decided what I'm going to do with it yet. You stopped waxing."
"Thanks for noticing," Adam says. "I thought I'd try something different."
"Right, because everything in your life lately has been same old, same old."
"At least I've still got you," Adam says.
"Yeah, I keep changing my number, but--"
"Ha ha."
"I liked the snake," Brad says. "That was ballsy." He cracks up. "Ballsy. Did you see what I did there?"
"You read the article?" Adam asks.
"Mh hm." Adam waits and finally Brad says, "I think you were suitably scandalous. A real rock star."
"Nothing makes one as vain as being told that one is a sinner," Adam says.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Brad says. "What are you wearing?"
"Shirt," Adam says. "Jeans. Sweaty underwear from the show I played tonight."
"Hot," Brad says. "That's just the thing to set the mood: ball sweat."
"I think my balls are in pretty good condition," Adam says. "I showered at the venue."
"Oh baby, tell me all about your balls," Brad says.
"I remember you being better at this," Adam says.
"You called so that I would talk dirty to you? Seriously?"
"You say that like it's anything but a compliment."
"So I should say it like you're someone other than the guy on the cover of the magazine that's lying on my coffee table?"
"Coffee table or nightstand?" Adam asks.
"You will never know."
"I was thinking about you today."
"I was thinking about you today," Brad says. "Doesn't mean I felt the need to call."
"I was thinking about you and I wanted to call," Adam says. "How's that?"
"What kind of shirt are you wearing?"
"I don't know," Adam says, looking down at his chest. "Colours. A collar."
"One of your fugly fashionista shirts?"
"I guess."
"Take it off," Brad says.
"Okay."
"Is it off?"
"Yeah."
"Liar."
"I pushed it up a bit."
"Are you still only comfortable being naked when you're covered in glittery body paint?"
"I am always more comfortable when I'm covered in glittery body paint."
"You just wear it under twelve-hundred dollar leather jackets now?"
"I just don't take off my clothes as much."
"Rock and roll's a prostitute," Brad says. "Do you feel like you have it in you to take off your pants?"
"Can do." Adam unbuttons his jeans and then slides them down far enough that he can push his briefs around his thighs. His hard cock rests on his belly.
"Did you seriously call so that I would listen to you jack off?" Brad says. "Can't do anything without an audience these days."
"As opposed to posting YouTube videos of myself masturbating."
"I was miming masturbation," Brad says. "I would have thought you could tell the difference."
"I remember what you look like when you're getting off." Adam rubs his thumb around the head of his cock and breathes out silently.
"I have an early shoot tomorrow, so you've got about four more minutes before I hang up."
"You used to like it when I took my time."
"I used to like it when you put your tongue in my ass," Brad says. "Doesn't mean it's going to happen now."
Adam tightens his hand around his dick. "I liked that, too."
"Of course you did," Brad says. "Got me all wet and ready for your dick."
"I liked that part, too."
"You like your dick."
"You like my dick," Adam says. "And my dick likes you. Works out pretty well."
"That snake seemed to like your dick," Brad says.
"The magazine is totally on your nightstand."
"But you're not in my bed, so you're never going to know for sure."
Adam's quiet for a minute, holding his dick in a loose fist. He says, "I was thinking about that time you were wearing silver underwear, and we were totally fucked on E, and you couldn't stop dancing."
"You kept rambling about how we needed to drink water, but we didn't finish one glass before you had me bent over the kitchen table."
"I didn't actually have a kitchen table," Adam says. "It was just the breakfast bar."
"I remember it feeling really high. I think I was wearing platforms, too."
"Yeah. I liked fucking you in heels, when you were off balance just a little. Are you jerking off?"
"I'm thinking about it."
"I thought we were on the clock."
"You're on the clock. I can get myself off anytime I want."
"Maybe I want to hear you come."
"You can't remember how I sound?"
"I remember how you sound."
Brad makes a little noise, but Adam can't hear anything else. Brad can probably hear the way Adam's breathing is changing. Adam moves his hand up to his mouth and licks noisily over his palm.
"You sound like you should have a dick in your mouth," Brad says. "You give the sloppiest blowjobs."
"You give the sloppiest blowjobs," Adam says.
"No, you just can't resist fucking my face. Makes a mess."
"I like it when you're messy."
"You like it when I'm messy and you like it when I'm dolled up and you like it when I'm on my knees or on my back or asking you to fuck me harder because it feels like you're never going to get deep enough."
"Yeah," Adam says and comes all over his belly. He realizes that he's panting into the phone and tilts it away a little so that his breathing won't be too loud in Brad's ear. "Want me to tell you about how bad I miss your ass?" he offers.
"Rain check," Brad says. "I've got an early morning and you've got a major label recording contract. Missing my ass just means that you haven't lost all your sense."
"It was nice hearing your voice," Adam says. "I shouldn't have waited so long to call."
Brad doesn't respond. After a beat he says, "Night, Adam," but he lingers on the line a little longer, like maybe he's still listening to the sound of Adam moving around his bunk, pulling up the covers, settling in for the night.
Adam Lambert/Brad Bell (pictures for reference: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) | R | ~ 1250 words
Kink Bingo: Phone Sex
Many thanks to supergrover24 for the beta! ♥! Technically this is for kink bingo, but also it is for elegantcrimes, because I love her OTP, too, ♥
"Hey, stranger," Brad says when he answers the phone.
"Hey," Adam says. He can hear the sound of someone walking down the hallway between the bunks, but he's pretty sure that most people on the bus are trying to sleep now, so he keeps his voice low.
"How's life as a corporate whore treating you?"
"About as well as your mom," Adam says. "Thanks for asking."
Brad laughs, and Adam arches his back, snuggling into the mattress. Adam thinks he would recognize Brad's laugh in a crowd of a thousand.
"So I hear you've got a CD coming out," Brad says.
Adam groans and says, "Yeah. Fucking awesome, right? Five hundred dollars when I can't even pay my rent, but now they think it's time to release a record of fucking demos."
"You're a star, darling," Brad says. "Everyone wants a piece."
"You been working on anything new?"
"Always," Brad says. "Speaking of new: how's Drake?"
"Good," Adam says. "He sent me a picture of him and this spicy redhead making out. I think it was supposed to be like a teaser trailer, for when he comes to visit at the end of the month."
"You haven't been a redhead in years."
Adam stretches out his feet, flexes his toes forward to touch the bottom of his bunk. "Yeah, well."
"I bought your Rolling Stone," Brad says after a few moments of silence. "Haven't decided what I'm going to do with it yet. You stopped waxing."
"Thanks for noticing," Adam says. "I thought I'd try something different."
"Right, because everything in your life lately has been same old, same old."
"At least I've still got you," Adam says.
"Yeah, I keep changing my number, but--"
"Ha ha."
"I liked the snake," Brad says. "That was ballsy." He cracks up. "Ballsy. Did you see what I did there?"
"You read the article?" Adam asks.
"Mh hm." Adam waits and finally Brad says, "I think you were suitably scandalous. A real rock star."
"Nothing makes one as vain as being told that one is a sinner," Adam says.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Brad says. "What are you wearing?"
"Shirt," Adam says. "Jeans. Sweaty underwear from the show I played tonight."
"Hot," Brad says. "That's just the thing to set the mood: ball sweat."
"I think my balls are in pretty good condition," Adam says. "I showered at the venue."
"Oh baby, tell me all about your balls," Brad says.
"I remember you being better at this," Adam says.
"You called so that I would talk dirty to you? Seriously?"
"You say that like it's anything but a compliment."
"So I should say it like you're someone other than the guy on the cover of the magazine that's lying on my coffee table?"
"Coffee table or nightstand?" Adam asks.
"You will never know."
"I was thinking about you today."
"I was thinking about you today," Brad says. "Doesn't mean I felt the need to call."
"I was thinking about you and I wanted to call," Adam says. "How's that?"
"What kind of shirt are you wearing?"
"I don't know," Adam says, looking down at his chest. "Colours. A collar."
"One of your fugly fashionista shirts?"
"I guess."
"Take it off," Brad says.
"Okay."
"Is it off?"
"Yeah."
"Liar."
"I pushed it up a bit."
"Are you still only comfortable being naked when you're covered in glittery body paint?"
"I am always more comfortable when I'm covered in glittery body paint."
"You just wear it under twelve-hundred dollar leather jackets now?"
"I just don't take off my clothes as much."
"Rock and roll's a prostitute," Brad says. "Do you feel like you have it in you to take off your pants?"
"Can do." Adam unbuttons his jeans and then slides them down far enough that he can push his briefs around his thighs. His hard cock rests on his belly.
"Did you seriously call so that I would listen to you jack off?" Brad says. "Can't do anything without an audience these days."
"As opposed to posting YouTube videos of myself masturbating."
"I was miming masturbation," Brad says. "I would have thought you could tell the difference."
"I remember what you look like when you're getting off." Adam rubs his thumb around the head of his cock and breathes out silently.
"I have an early shoot tomorrow, so you've got about four more minutes before I hang up."
"You used to like it when I took my time."
"I used to like it when you put your tongue in my ass," Brad says. "Doesn't mean it's going to happen now."
Adam tightens his hand around his dick. "I liked that, too."
"Of course you did," Brad says. "Got me all wet and ready for your dick."
"I liked that part, too."
"You like your dick."
"You like my dick," Adam says. "And my dick likes you. Works out pretty well."
"That snake seemed to like your dick," Brad says.
"The magazine is totally on your nightstand."
"But you're not in my bed, so you're never going to know for sure."
Adam's quiet for a minute, holding his dick in a loose fist. He says, "I was thinking about that time you were wearing silver underwear, and we were totally fucked on E, and you couldn't stop dancing."
"You kept rambling about how we needed to drink water, but we didn't finish one glass before you had me bent over the kitchen table."
"I didn't actually have a kitchen table," Adam says. "It was just the breakfast bar."
"I remember it feeling really high. I think I was wearing platforms, too."
"Yeah. I liked fucking you in heels, when you were off balance just a little. Are you jerking off?"
"I'm thinking about it."
"I thought we were on the clock."
"You're on the clock. I can get myself off anytime I want."
"Maybe I want to hear you come."
"You can't remember how I sound?"
"I remember how you sound."
Brad makes a little noise, but Adam can't hear anything else. Brad can probably hear the way Adam's breathing is changing. Adam moves his hand up to his mouth and licks noisily over his palm.
"You sound like you should have a dick in your mouth," Brad says. "You give the sloppiest blowjobs."
"You give the sloppiest blowjobs," Adam says.
"No, you just can't resist fucking my face. Makes a mess."
"I like it when you're messy."
"You like it when I'm messy and you like it when I'm dolled up and you like it when I'm on my knees or on my back or asking you to fuck me harder because it feels like you're never going to get deep enough."
"Yeah," Adam says and comes all over his belly. He realizes that he's panting into the phone and tilts it away a little so that his breathing won't be too loud in Brad's ear. "Want me to tell you about how bad I miss your ass?" he offers.
"Rain check," Brad says. "I've got an early morning and you've got a major label recording contract. Missing my ass just means that you haven't lost all your sense."
"It was nice hearing your voice," Adam says. "I shouldn't have waited so long to call."
Brad doesn't respond. After a beat he says, "Night, Adam," but he lingers on the line a little longer, like maybe he's still listening to the sound of Adam moving around his bunk, pulling up the covers, settling in for the night.