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Title: Would Pulling Down the Bedspread Before He Gets Here Be Too Presumptuous?
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert (Kradam)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Vegas shmoop with a side of porn? btw my schmoop often comes attached with song lyrics, so you are warned.
Word Count: 3311 words (one shot)
Author's Note: omg I actually wrote something! *twirls* This is the first thing I've written in mooooonths. I was just inspired by all the fic reading I've been catching up on lately, as well as all the fun flailing at a certain head-accessorizing comm I've been hanging out in again, and had to get back in the game myself.
Feedback: would be lovely and appreciated
Adam stretched across the bed to pick up his phone from the bed side table. “How much longer?” he asked, in a soft, but breathy, voice.
“I don’t get a hello? And, why are you whispering?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like it’s the thing to do. Like, I don’t want anyone to hear us….”
“Which isn’t an issue, since you’d better be alone while you’re resting. And Katy and Cale are the only ones here, and they’re sitting at the table playing online scrabble with my mom and Kate right now, even though it’s almost 4 a.m. in Arkansas, and they’re totally making faces at me.”
“What kind of faces?”
“Katy is making googly eyes and kissy faces, and Cale is doing something… disturbing, with his tongue, I don’t want to look any more so I’m turning around,” he shuddered. “And apparently my mom is making faces at me, too, but I can’t see them.”
“Aww, baby,” Adam laughed, at full volume. “So, really, how much longer?”
“Like, fifteen minutes? I’m grabbing my bag now, and the car should be ready downstairs.”
“Yay!” Adam somewhat squealed, wiggling his upper body before jumping up from the bed. “You remember the room number?”
“Yup.”
“And the name of the hotel?”
“Of course!”
“And my fake name, in case anyone bugs you on the way up?”
“Duh! I made it up, so I should know! Have some confidence!” he laughed, on his way down in the elevator. “This isn’t a spy mission. I’m not going to get swarmed by Russian agents on my way to stealing state secrets.”
“I just… I don’t want anything to… I miss you, okay?”
“I miss you, too, baby. So much, you don’t even know.”
“I do know,” Adam replied, whispering again.
“Fourteen more minutes, max.” Kris made an exaggerated kissing sound, waited for Adam to kiss back, then ended the call.
Adam tossed his phone on the arm chair by the window that he’d been staring out of, looking over the bright lights of Las Vegas. He took a deep breath, bounced in place about five times, then scanned the room. He dashed around to pick up the few pieces of clothing that were strewn about, smoothed out the comforter on the bed, and skipped into the bathroom.
“Jesus fuck, am I a girl now?” Adam asked himself, straightening up his back and squaring his shoulders as he looked into the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the Elvis ‘do where it had been mussed from his nap. He leaned into the mirror, examining his face, made three different eye-sex expressions, then smudged his finger along his eyes to smooth out the eyeliner. He picked up four different bubble baths from the basket and sniffed them, choosing the spicy vanilla. Leaning back against the counter, brushing his teeth, he watched the large tub fill with hot water and luscious foam.
Adam took one more look around the room, then decided to pull the comforter down on the bed. He hesitated, and pulled it back up and over the pillows. He took a little zippered case out of his suitcase and placed it on the bedside table. Walking towards the armchair where he’d dropped his phone, he turned back and pulled the comforter down again.
“How much longer?” he asked into the phone, after Kris answered it with Allen Plumbing, we make house calls day and night.
“We’re three blocks away, so depending on how long I have to wait for an elevator, and depending on how many secret agents try to stop me with net guns and kung fu moves on my way up, I’d say no more than five minutes.”
“M’kay,” He ended the call while Kris was still laughing, turned the ringer to vibrate, then began digging through his suitcase for candles and matches.
Adam jumped at the sound of the knock on the door, then took a deep breath before shouting, “Who is it?”
“It’s Elvis, Elvis Presley, ma’am,” came a deep voice from the other side of the door.
“A hunk-uh-hunk o’ burnin’ love, just what I ordered!” Adam snarled as he opened the door. He leaned against the door frame, giving Kris a once-over.
“Thirteen minutes, if you’re wondering,” Kris smirked, holding up his phone to show the stopwatch.
“God, I missed you,” Adam growled into Kris’ hair as he pulled him in close, shutting the door. Kris just wrapped his arms around his lover, holding on tight, knowing words weren’t necessary.
“What took you so long?” Adam finally asked, pulling back his face to press a soft kiss to Kris’ lips.
“What do you mean? It was two minutes faster than I thought!”
“You know what I mean,” Adam mumbled, in between kisses along Kris’ throat.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he muttered. “After dinner, Gina set this red carpet thing up, and there was the concert, and I didn’t know Garth would want to meet us after the show, and then we had to go to some club, but they had a back door so we snuck out when Lizzy was in the bathroom, and, oh god, that feels good.”
“You ditched her?” Adam asked, while sucking on his ear lobe.
“Well, just so she could say that she didn’t have anything to do with us leaving, but Katy texted her from the car so she wouldn’t worry.”
“Aww, that’s my girl,” he said, as he undid the last button on Kris’ shirt.
“I really kinda hate this.”
“What? Since when?” Adam asked.
“Not that!” Kris hurriedly answered, since Adam had stopped swirling his tongue around Kris’ nipple. “You know I like that.”
“Mmm, yeah, I do,” he mumbled as he continued licking. “Fuck, I love your tits,” he moaned. “This bag has got to go.”
Kris pulled his messenger bag over his head and dropped it to the ground by their feet, and pulled his shirt off, too. He pressed himself up close to Adam, wrapping his arms around him. “Whoa cowboy, what’s the hurry? We’ve got all night,” he laughed, feeling Adam hardening against his abdomen.
“We have a lot to make up for.” He pressed Kris against the wall, crouched down a little, and began grinding against him.
“I thought we did the, oh, yes, like that, the making up this, mmm, this afternoon.”
“Blowjobs in the back of an SUV in between appearances don’t make up for all my needs,” he groaned. “I have a lot-“
“I know, you have a lot of needs.” Kris jerked his pelvis against Adam’s, then reached down and tugged at Adam’s belt. “So do I,” he moaned, unbuckling the belt. Adam reached down and undid Kris’ belt, and within ten seconds, both of them had their pants and briefs around their ankles. Adam spun Kris around to face the wall, and grabbed his hands, holding them up above his head with one of his hands. With the other hand, he reached around to stroke and tug at Kris’ cock, muttering more to himself than to Kris, “So many needs, so many, but not enough, need more, need more, more…”
“Adam, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. I’m gonna come against this freaking wall without you. I want you to come with me, please,” he managed to get out in between grunts that synced with the motions of Adam’s hand. “My bag. The zipper inside my bag. Please, baby.”
Adam reluctantly released his hold on Kris, but was pleased to see that Kris kept his hands up against the wall. He squeezed then smacked Kris’ ass before bending down and opening the bag, finding a small bottle of lube.
“Do you know how much I like you?”
“My back pocket.”
Adam dug into the pocket of Kris’ jeans and pulled out a condom. “You must have been a boy scout. Be prepared,” Adam growled into Kris’ shoulder.
“Just hurry!”
Slick fingers were sliding into him, while Adam nipped and sucked at the freckles on his shoulders and the soft, pale skin of his upper back. Fingers were soon replaced by a much larger hardness, filling Kris, each push making him more and more crazy.
“I’m gonna come, Adam, I’m gonna… Are you? Ready? Please?”
“Yes, baby, I’m ready. Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck, fuck, now, oh god, now,” he grunted into Kris’ hair, his hand wrapped around the head of Kris’ cock, as the last thrust sent them both over the edge.
*~*~*~*
“I like you, too, by the way, since I didn’t say so earlier. But I was kinda distracted, and forgot my manners.”
“No, wait! It’s not ready!” Adam pushed Kris out of the bathroom doorway.
Kris grabbed onto his pants to keep them from falling down, as he hadn’t bothered to do them up yet, and stumbled backwards.
“Just, gimme a sec, ‘kay?” Adam continued, more softly, running his fingers along Kris’ jaw. The cold metal of Adam’s belt buckle tickled Kris’ bare stomach. “Just two seconds, okay baby?”
Kris nodded, smiled, and stepped over to the window to take in the view.
Adam lit the last of the candles, dipped his fingers into the water to check the temperature, turned off the overhead light, and called Kris.
“Well?” Adam asked, tentatively, as Kris stood in the doorway, hands still holding up his pants. Adam waited, then repeated, “Well?” with more insistence. He had washed his make-up off, only a slight smudge of eyeliner remaining. He had tossed his clothes into the corner of the bathroom, and stood there with his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. A loose lock of hair fell into his face, framing the side of his right eye, and he bit his bottom lip, waiting for Kris to say something.
“Perfect.” Kris’ voice was so soft, Adam barely heard him from just a few feet away.
“The bath? Or the candles? Or-”
“Everything. But mostly you.” He reached his arms out, which caused his jeans to fall and Adam to laugh, before he stepped into Kris’ arms.
“I know I told you to stop wearing these baggy jeans, but if this is what happens, then you actually have to wear them more often. But just with me.”
“How about I wear no jeans when I’m with you? Or any kind of pants?”
“Even better. And, thank-you.”
“Do you know how perfect you are?”
“No, I don’t. ‘Cause I’m not. But, thank-you for saying so.”
Kris wrinkled his nose at Adam, then decided an argument would be futile and a waste of precious time. And showing Adam how perfect he was would be better than saying it anyway. For both of them. So he pushed down his underwear, pulled off his shoes, socks, jeans, and briefs, and reached back up to hold Adam again. He kissed him softly on the lips, and then nipped little kisses over every part of Adam’s face and body that he thought was perfect. So he nibbled at pretty much every bit of skin he found, mumbling about how beautiful it was, until Adam pulled him up and held him in his arms.
“Okay, you win. But the water’s gonna get cold, and that wasn’t part of the plan.” He took Kris’ hand and led him to the tub, helping him in. Adam then stepped in and sat behind Kris, his long legs wrapping around Kris’ legs. He pulled Kris against his chest, as he leaned back against the tub. “This is perfect.”
“Yeah, it is perfect. It’s perfect, too.” They spent an eternity just leaning back together, breathing together, swirling the water around and picking up handfuls of bubbles and running their hands maddeningly gently over each others’ skin. Kris used his toes to turn on the hot water, and said, “The only thing that would make it more perfect would be music.”
“I only have my iPod. There isn’t a stereo, I looked. I thought about having one brought up, but-“
“Sing to me.”
“Sing to you?” Adam asked, putting down his wine glass on the floor. “Would you also like some crackers to go with that cheese?”
Kris smacked him on the arm, and said, “No, really. Just sing something to me. Something you’ve never sung for anyone else.” He turned off the water and took Adam hands and wrapped his arms around himself.
“Something I’ve never sung for anyone before? And something I can actually remember the lyrics for?” he laughed. “How about London Bridge is Falling Down? Although I might have sung it in kindergarten.”
“I’m serious, jerk!”
Adam chuckled, and squeezed his arms tighter around Kris. He closed his eyes and sighed. “There are some words that keep running through my mind. An old song….”
“Please?”
“I don’t know….”
“Please?” he repeated.
Adam took a deep breath, exhaled, breathed again, then slowly, softly, barely audibly, he began to sing. His voice was a beautiful, vulnerable falsetto. “For you, there’ll be no more crying. For you, the sun will be shining. And I feel that when I’m with you, it’s alright. I know it’s right. To you, I’ll give the world. To you, I’ll never be old.” Kris elbowed him, and Adam repeated the line. “To you, I’ll never be cold. ‘Cause I feel that when I’m with you, it’s alright. I know it’s right.”
Kris’ throat tightened as he listened, leaning back against Adam, holding their hands to his stomach. He knew that song, and had always felt its sense of loss.
“And the songbirds are singing,” Adam continued, his voice strained, “like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before. And I… and I wish….”
“Ssh, it’s okay. Don’t sing the rest.” Kris let go of Adam’s hands and managed to turn himself around in the tub, straddling Adam’s thighs, his wet hands cupping Adam’s face as he kissed him. “I’m here.”
“But maybe you won’t be.” Kris felt Adam’s pulse, his anxious breathing, saw the redness rise on his cheeks, heard the slight crack in his voice. He was more naked to Kris than he had ever been before. Kris just held onto him, his face nuzzled against Adam’s neck, and tried to make him feel safe, as the water cooled and one of the candles burned out.
“It’s your turn.”
“Huh?”
“I sang. Now it’s your turn.” Adam had pulled back some of that cover he usually wears. Enough to be able to smile, and make Kris relax.
“My turn, huh?” He stood up and stepped out of the tub, reaching for Adam’s hand to help him out. He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist, then grabbed another and began drying Adam with it. “Well, there’s a song I heard in a store yesterday and I can’t get it out of my head.” He knelt down and dried Adam’s calves, tapping on his toes so he would lift his feet for Kris. Standing up, Kris dried along Adam’s back and buttocks and the backs of his thighs, before wrapping the towel around his waist. Pulling off his own towel, Kris dried himself while Adam turned on the light and blew out the rest of the candles.
“So, are you gonna sing it? ‘Cause that’s the only fair thing right now.”
Kris wrapped the towel around his waist again, and took Adam’s hand. He led him out of the bathroom, and over to the window. The room was dark, except for the moonlight and the garish lights of the strip shining in. Kris put one hand on Adam’s ass, took one of Adam’s hands in his own, and began to sway. “I don’t think we’ve ever danced like this before. I don’t know if I’m doing it right,” Kris laughed.
“Well, I don’t think the gentleman would usually cup the lady’s ass. But, since I’m no lady, you’re doing it just right.”
“Good! Okay, here goes.” He cleared his throat, resuming the sway. “Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing goin’ on.” He looked up at Adam with a smirk, and Adam laughed. “We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong to let it go now. We meet something something. Holding hands, making all kinds of plans, something favourite song.” Adam laughed again, but put both hands on Kris’ hips and took over leading the dance, turning with Kris around the floor. “Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, we got a thing goin’ on. We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong to let it go now. We gotta be extra careful, that we don’t build our hopes up too high. Cause she’s got her own obligations, and so, and so do I. Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones. We got a thing goin’ on. We both know that it’s so perfectly right, but it’s much too strong to let it go now.” Adam moved his hand to the small of Kris’ back and dipped him, then pulled him back up and kissed him.
“Thank-you, I loved it! But, that song’s about cheating.”
“Sometimes I feel like we’re cheating. I know we’re not, I mean, not really, but I feel like we’re cheating someone. People that don’t know about us. I don’t know….”
“I hate it, too. But you know why it has to be like this.”
“I know.”
“I mean, even if you weren’t famous and trying to be a rock star, you’ve only been gay for five minutes. You have to give yourself a chance to get used to it.”
“I’ve been gay, or gay-ish, or something, forever.”
“You know what I mean. It’s still a new thing for you, and your family, and Katy, and your friends. In spite of a hand job after baseball practice, and some boy kissing in college.”
“Some of that boy kissing happened on penises, remember.”
“Big deal.”
Kris swatted Adam on the arm for teasing him, but curled up against him, fingertips running along the soft hair on his chest, and thanked him for understanding. They had talked about it so many times. Just when Kris felt like coming out would be so easy, something happened or he heard something that burst the bubble and made him realize how hard it would really be. He felt lucky he had someone so patient in his life, who wouldn’t let him do anything until it was the right time.
“How about I sing you another song?” Kris smiled slyly up at Adam, and growled, “Anal sunshine when she’s gone-”
“Now that’s what I’ve been waiting for!” Adam picked Kris up and carried him to the bed. He threw Kris onto the bed, yanking off his towel. “Enough sappiness. We can be sappy over the phone. I can’t do this over the phone.” Adam pulled off his own towel and knelt onto the bed. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
He rolled Kris over onto his stomach, then crawled between his legs.
“Are you sure you have the energy to do this again?” Kris laughed, as Adam’s large hands pressed onto his ass cheeks.
“I had a six hour nap while you were out keeping up appearances.” Adam swirled his tongue teasingly around Kris’ hole. “I’m good to go.”
“Adam?” Kris whispered, quite some time later. He was laying on his back and Adam was curled up into his side, one leg slung over Kris’ leg.
“Yes?” Adam answered, sleepily.
“I love you, too. You know that, right?”
Adam’s throat tightened and if he tried to speak, it would have just come out cracked, so he squeezed Kris’ hand and that was answer enough.
“And, I’m gonna take care of you, too.” Kris’ eyes were already closed, and with those words spoken, they both began to sink into sleep.
ETA: ooops, I totally forgot to credit the songs when I first posted this. Sorry Fleetwood Mac and Billy Paul.
Title: Would Pulling Down the Bedspread Before He Gets Here Be Too Presumptuous?
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert (Kradam)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Vegas shmoop with a side of porn? btw my schmoop often comes attached with song lyrics, so you are warned.
Word Count: 3311 words (one shot)
Author's Note: omg I actually wrote something! *twirls* This is the first thing I've written in mooooonths. I was just inspired by all the fic reading I've been catching up on lately, as well as all the fun flailing at a certain head-accessorizing comm I've been hanging out in again, and had to get back in the game myself.
Feedback: would be lovely and appreciated
Adam stretched across the bed to pick up his phone from the bed side table. “How much longer?” he asked, in a soft, but breathy, voice.
“I don’t get a hello? And, why are you whispering?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like it’s the thing to do. Like, I don’t want anyone to hear us….”
“Which isn’t an issue, since you’d better be alone while you’re resting. And Katy and Cale are the only ones here, and they’re sitting at the table playing online scrabble with my mom and Kate right now, even though it’s almost 4 a.m. in Arkansas, and they’re totally making faces at me.”
“What kind of faces?”
“Katy is making googly eyes and kissy faces, and Cale is doing something… disturbing, with his tongue, I don’t want to look any more so I’m turning around,” he shuddered. “And apparently my mom is making faces at me, too, but I can’t see them.”
“Aww, baby,” Adam laughed, at full volume. “So, really, how much longer?”
“Like, fifteen minutes? I’m grabbing my bag now, and the car should be ready downstairs.”
“Yay!” Adam somewhat squealed, wiggling his upper body before jumping up from the bed. “You remember the room number?”
“Yup.”
“And the name of the hotel?”
“Of course!”
“And my fake name, in case anyone bugs you on the way up?”
“Duh! I made it up, so I should know! Have some confidence!” he laughed, on his way down in the elevator. “This isn’t a spy mission. I’m not going to get swarmed by Russian agents on my way to stealing state secrets.”
“I just… I don’t want anything to… I miss you, okay?”
“I miss you, too, baby. So much, you don’t even know.”
“I do know,” Adam replied, whispering again.
“Fourteen more minutes, max.” Kris made an exaggerated kissing sound, waited for Adam to kiss back, then ended the call.
Adam tossed his phone on the arm chair by the window that he’d been staring out of, looking over the bright lights of Las Vegas. He took a deep breath, bounced in place about five times, then scanned the room. He dashed around to pick up the few pieces of clothing that were strewn about, smoothed out the comforter on the bed, and skipped into the bathroom.
“Jesus fuck, am I a girl now?” Adam asked himself, straightening up his back and squaring his shoulders as he looked into the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the Elvis ‘do where it had been mussed from his nap. He leaned into the mirror, examining his face, made three different eye-sex expressions, then smudged his finger along his eyes to smooth out the eyeliner. He picked up four different bubble baths from the basket and sniffed them, choosing the spicy vanilla. Leaning back against the counter, brushing his teeth, he watched the large tub fill with hot water and luscious foam.
Adam took one more look around the room, then decided to pull the comforter down on the bed. He hesitated, and pulled it back up and over the pillows. He took a little zippered case out of his suitcase and placed it on the bedside table. Walking towards the armchair where he’d dropped his phone, he turned back and pulled the comforter down again.
“How much longer?” he asked into the phone, after Kris answered it with Allen Plumbing, we make house calls day and night.
“We’re three blocks away, so depending on how long I have to wait for an elevator, and depending on how many secret agents try to stop me with net guns and kung fu moves on my way up, I’d say no more than five minutes.”
“M’kay,” He ended the call while Kris was still laughing, turned the ringer to vibrate, then began digging through his suitcase for candles and matches.
Adam jumped at the sound of the knock on the door, then took a deep breath before shouting, “Who is it?”
“It’s Elvis, Elvis Presley, ma’am,” came a deep voice from the other side of the door.
“A hunk-uh-hunk o’ burnin’ love, just what I ordered!” Adam snarled as he opened the door. He leaned against the door frame, giving Kris a once-over.
“Thirteen minutes, if you’re wondering,” Kris smirked, holding up his phone to show the stopwatch.
“God, I missed you,” Adam growled into Kris’ hair as he pulled him in close, shutting the door. Kris just wrapped his arms around his lover, holding on tight, knowing words weren’t necessary.
“What took you so long?” Adam finally asked, pulling back his face to press a soft kiss to Kris’ lips.
“What do you mean? It was two minutes faster than I thought!”
“You know what I mean,” Adam mumbled, in between kisses along Kris’ throat.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he muttered. “After dinner, Gina set this red carpet thing up, and there was the concert, and I didn’t know Garth would want to meet us after the show, and then we had to go to some club, but they had a back door so we snuck out when Lizzy was in the bathroom, and, oh god, that feels good.”
“You ditched her?” Adam asked, while sucking on his ear lobe.
“Well, just so she could say that she didn’t have anything to do with us leaving, but Katy texted her from the car so she wouldn’t worry.”
“Aww, that’s my girl,” he said, as he undid the last button on Kris’ shirt.
“I really kinda hate this.”
“What? Since when?” Adam asked.
“Not that!” Kris hurriedly answered, since Adam had stopped swirling his tongue around Kris’ nipple. “You know I like that.”
“Mmm, yeah, I do,” he mumbled as he continued licking. “Fuck, I love your tits,” he moaned. “This bag has got to go.”
Kris pulled his messenger bag over his head and dropped it to the ground by their feet, and pulled his shirt off, too. He pressed himself up close to Adam, wrapping his arms around him. “Whoa cowboy, what’s the hurry? We’ve got all night,” he laughed, feeling Adam hardening against his abdomen.
“We have a lot to make up for.” He pressed Kris against the wall, crouched down a little, and began grinding against him.
“I thought we did the, oh, yes, like that, the making up this, mmm, this afternoon.”
“Blowjobs in the back of an SUV in between appearances don’t make up for all my needs,” he groaned. “I have a lot-“
“I know, you have a lot of needs.” Kris jerked his pelvis against Adam’s, then reached down and tugged at Adam’s belt. “So do I,” he moaned, unbuckling the belt. Adam reached down and undid Kris’ belt, and within ten seconds, both of them had their pants and briefs around their ankles. Adam spun Kris around to face the wall, and grabbed his hands, holding them up above his head with one of his hands. With the other hand, he reached around to stroke and tug at Kris’ cock, muttering more to himself than to Kris, “So many needs, so many, but not enough, need more, need more, more…”
“Adam, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. I’m gonna come against this freaking wall without you. I want you to come with me, please,” he managed to get out in between grunts that synced with the motions of Adam’s hand. “My bag. The zipper inside my bag. Please, baby.”
Adam reluctantly released his hold on Kris, but was pleased to see that Kris kept his hands up against the wall. He squeezed then smacked Kris’ ass before bending down and opening the bag, finding a small bottle of lube.
“Do you know how much I like you?”
“My back pocket.”
Adam dug into the pocket of Kris’ jeans and pulled out a condom. “You must have been a boy scout. Be prepared,” Adam growled into Kris’ shoulder.
“Just hurry!”
Slick fingers were sliding into him, while Adam nipped and sucked at the freckles on his shoulders and the soft, pale skin of his upper back. Fingers were soon replaced by a much larger hardness, filling Kris, each push making him more and more crazy.
“I’m gonna come, Adam, I’m gonna… Are you? Ready? Please?”
“Yes, baby, I’m ready. Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck, fuck, now, oh god, now,” he grunted into Kris’ hair, his hand wrapped around the head of Kris’ cock, as the last thrust sent them both over the edge.
*~*~*~*
“I like you, too, by the way, since I didn’t say so earlier. But I was kinda distracted, and forgot my manners.”
“No, wait! It’s not ready!” Adam pushed Kris out of the bathroom doorway.
Kris grabbed onto his pants to keep them from falling down, as he hadn’t bothered to do them up yet, and stumbled backwards.
“Just, gimme a sec, ‘kay?” Adam continued, more softly, running his fingers along Kris’ jaw. The cold metal of Adam’s belt buckle tickled Kris’ bare stomach. “Just two seconds, okay baby?”
Kris nodded, smiled, and stepped over to the window to take in the view.
Adam lit the last of the candles, dipped his fingers into the water to check the temperature, turned off the overhead light, and called Kris.
“Well?” Adam asked, tentatively, as Kris stood in the doorway, hands still holding up his pants. Adam waited, then repeated, “Well?” with more insistence. He had washed his make-up off, only a slight smudge of eyeliner remaining. He had tossed his clothes into the corner of the bathroom, and stood there with his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. A loose lock of hair fell into his face, framing the side of his right eye, and he bit his bottom lip, waiting for Kris to say something.
“Perfect.” Kris’ voice was so soft, Adam barely heard him from just a few feet away.
“The bath? Or the candles? Or-”
“Everything. But mostly you.” He reached his arms out, which caused his jeans to fall and Adam to laugh, before he stepped into Kris’ arms.
“I know I told you to stop wearing these baggy jeans, but if this is what happens, then you actually have to wear them more often. But just with me.”
“How about I wear no jeans when I’m with you? Or any kind of pants?”
“Even better. And, thank-you.”
“Do you know how perfect you are?”
“No, I don’t. ‘Cause I’m not. But, thank-you for saying so.”
Kris wrinkled his nose at Adam, then decided an argument would be futile and a waste of precious time. And showing Adam how perfect he was would be better than saying it anyway. For both of them. So he pushed down his underwear, pulled off his shoes, socks, jeans, and briefs, and reached back up to hold Adam again. He kissed him softly on the lips, and then nipped little kisses over every part of Adam’s face and body that he thought was perfect. So he nibbled at pretty much every bit of skin he found, mumbling about how beautiful it was, until Adam pulled him up and held him in his arms.
“Okay, you win. But the water’s gonna get cold, and that wasn’t part of the plan.” He took Kris’ hand and led him to the tub, helping him in. Adam then stepped in and sat behind Kris, his long legs wrapping around Kris’ legs. He pulled Kris against his chest, as he leaned back against the tub. “This is perfect.”
“Yeah, it is perfect. It’s perfect, too.” They spent an eternity just leaning back together, breathing together, swirling the water around and picking up handfuls of bubbles and running their hands maddeningly gently over each others’ skin. Kris used his toes to turn on the hot water, and said, “The only thing that would make it more perfect would be music.”
“I only have my iPod. There isn’t a stereo, I looked. I thought about having one brought up, but-“
“Sing to me.”
“Sing to you?” Adam asked, putting down his wine glass on the floor. “Would you also like some crackers to go with that cheese?”
Kris smacked him on the arm, and said, “No, really. Just sing something to me. Something you’ve never sung for anyone else.” He turned off the water and took Adam hands and wrapped his arms around himself.
“Something I’ve never sung for anyone before? And something I can actually remember the lyrics for?” he laughed. “How about London Bridge is Falling Down? Although I might have sung it in kindergarten.”
“I’m serious, jerk!”
Adam chuckled, and squeezed his arms tighter around Kris. He closed his eyes and sighed. “There are some words that keep running through my mind. An old song….”
“Please?”
“I don’t know….”
“Please?” he repeated.
Adam took a deep breath, exhaled, breathed again, then slowly, softly, barely audibly, he began to sing. His voice was a beautiful, vulnerable falsetto. “For you, there’ll be no more crying. For you, the sun will be shining. And I feel that when I’m with you, it’s alright. I know it’s right. To you, I’ll give the world. To you, I’ll never be old.” Kris elbowed him, and Adam repeated the line. “To you, I’ll never be cold. ‘Cause I feel that when I’m with you, it’s alright. I know it’s right.”
Kris’ throat tightened as he listened, leaning back against Adam, holding their hands to his stomach. He knew that song, and had always felt its sense of loss.
“And the songbirds are singing,” Adam continued, his voice strained, “like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before. And I… and I wish….”
“Ssh, it’s okay. Don’t sing the rest.” Kris let go of Adam’s hands and managed to turn himself around in the tub, straddling Adam’s thighs, his wet hands cupping Adam’s face as he kissed him. “I’m here.”
“But maybe you won’t be.” Kris felt Adam’s pulse, his anxious breathing, saw the redness rise on his cheeks, heard the slight crack in his voice. He was more naked to Kris than he had ever been before. Kris just held onto him, his face nuzzled against Adam’s neck, and tried to make him feel safe, as the water cooled and one of the candles burned out.
“It’s your turn.”
“Huh?”
“I sang. Now it’s your turn.” Adam had pulled back some of that cover he usually wears. Enough to be able to smile, and make Kris relax.
“My turn, huh?” He stood up and stepped out of the tub, reaching for Adam’s hand to help him out. He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist, then grabbed another and began drying Adam with it. “Well, there’s a song I heard in a store yesterday and I can’t get it out of my head.” He knelt down and dried Adam’s calves, tapping on his toes so he would lift his feet for Kris. Standing up, Kris dried along Adam’s back and buttocks and the backs of his thighs, before wrapping the towel around his waist. Pulling off his own towel, Kris dried himself while Adam turned on the light and blew out the rest of the candles.
“So, are you gonna sing it? ‘Cause that’s the only fair thing right now.”
Kris wrapped the towel around his waist again, and took Adam’s hand. He led him out of the bathroom, and over to the window. The room was dark, except for the moonlight and the garish lights of the strip shining in. Kris put one hand on Adam’s ass, took one of Adam’s hands in his own, and began to sway. “I don’t think we’ve ever danced like this before. I don’t know if I’m doing it right,” Kris laughed.
“Well, I don’t think the gentleman would usually cup the lady’s ass. But, since I’m no lady, you’re doing it just right.”
“Good! Okay, here goes.” He cleared his throat, resuming the sway. “Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing goin’ on.” He looked up at Adam with a smirk, and Adam laughed. “We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong to let it go now. We meet something something. Holding hands, making all kinds of plans, something favourite song.” Adam laughed again, but put both hands on Kris’ hips and took over leading the dance, turning with Kris around the floor. “Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, we got a thing goin’ on. We both know that it’s wrong, but it’s much too strong to let it go now. We gotta be extra careful, that we don’t build our hopes up too high. Cause she’s got her own obligations, and so, and so do I. Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones. We got a thing goin’ on. We both know that it’s so perfectly right, but it’s much too strong to let it go now.” Adam moved his hand to the small of Kris’ back and dipped him, then pulled him back up and kissed him.
“Thank-you, I loved it! But, that song’s about cheating.”
“Sometimes I feel like we’re cheating. I know we’re not, I mean, not really, but I feel like we’re cheating someone. People that don’t know about us. I don’t know….”
“I hate it, too. But you know why it has to be like this.”
“I know.”
“I mean, even if you weren’t famous and trying to be a rock star, you’ve only been gay for five minutes. You have to give yourself a chance to get used to it.”
“I’ve been gay, or gay-ish, or something, forever.”
“You know what I mean. It’s still a new thing for you, and your family, and Katy, and your friends. In spite of a hand job after baseball practice, and some boy kissing in college.”
“Some of that boy kissing happened on penises, remember.”
“Big deal.”
Kris swatted Adam on the arm for teasing him, but curled up against him, fingertips running along the soft hair on his chest, and thanked him for understanding. They had talked about it so many times. Just when Kris felt like coming out would be so easy, something happened or he heard something that burst the bubble and made him realize how hard it would really be. He felt lucky he had someone so patient in his life, who wouldn’t let him do anything until it was the right time.
“How about I sing you another song?” Kris smiled slyly up at Adam, and growled, “Anal sunshine when she’s gone-”
“Now that’s what I’ve been waiting for!” Adam picked Kris up and carried him to the bed. He threw Kris onto the bed, yanking off his towel. “Enough sappiness. We can be sappy over the phone. I can’t do this over the phone.” Adam pulled off his own towel and knelt onto the bed. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
He rolled Kris over onto his stomach, then crawled between his legs.
“Are you sure you have the energy to do this again?” Kris laughed, as Adam’s large hands pressed onto his ass cheeks.
“I had a six hour nap while you were out keeping up appearances.” Adam swirled his tongue teasingly around Kris’ hole. “I’m good to go.”
“Adam?” Kris whispered, quite some time later. He was laying on his back and Adam was curled up into his side, one leg slung over Kris’ leg.
“Yes?” Adam answered, sleepily.
“I love you, too. You know that, right?”
Adam’s throat tightened and if he tried to speak, it would have just come out cracked, so he squeezed Kris’ hand and that was answer enough.
“And, I’m gonna take care of you, too.” Kris’ eyes were already closed, and with those words spoken, they both began to sink into sleep.
ETA: ooops, I totally forgot to credit the songs when I first posted this. Sorry Fleetwood Mac and Billy Paul.
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