My Kradam Fic : Way, Way Down Inside
Author : fuckyeahkradam
Pairing : Kradam
Word Count : ~1739
Rating : NC-17
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Notes : Beta'd by the awesome and lightning fast demolition_lexi <3 All mistakes are mine. My second attempt at writing fic in English. I wrote this before they started doing 20th Century Boy for encore and I'm so tempted to write about 2CB now. Comments = LOVE :)
Summary : Adam. Kris. Vibrator. Two of these are on stage. No mentioning of other relationships.
Kris is sitting in the VIP booth, a few feet above the general admission standing area. No one but the people on stage can see him.
He's not turning it on until the last song. This is for fun, and he doesn't wanna ruin Adam's show. However small and non-vibrating, it's hard enough to concentrate on singing and dancing when there is something hard and slick up your ass. Kris definitely knows from experience. Adam is unbelievably professional, though, other than a slightly more visible than usual glambulge and some pained looks (accompanied by briefly shut eyes - the expression alone is making Kris' dick twitch) when he moves too much or sits down on the bench, he acts pretty much normal and his vocal is phenomenal as always.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Mad World is over and the band is transiting into the acoustic version of Whole Lotta Love. Adam bites down on his lower lip and his eyes flicker nervously to Kris' booth. Kris smiles to himself - Adam knows him so well - and pushes a button on the controller and turns the speed on 1.
He watches in awe as Adam shudders all over, he can see the shockwave hitting Adam from his ass to his back to his shoulder to his neck, and then his head is thrown back and his mouth is opened wide and his eyes are closed and Kris is so used to seeing this expression of Adam's in their bedroom and he can't help but grind down the chair just a little bit. It's just getting to the fun part and he is so not coming in his pants - not before the song is over, anyway.
Then Adam opens his eyes, and with the most intense gaze into the audience ever, he sings.
You need coolin', baby I'm not foolin'
I'm gonna send ya back to some schoolin'
Way down inside (Adam palms himself briefly), honey you need it
I'm gonna give you all my love
I'm gonna give you my love, oh
You want a whole lotta love (hip thrusting to the rhythm)
You want a whole lotta love (hip still thrusting)
You want a whole lotta love (more hip thrusting)
You've been learnin'
And baby I been yearnin'
All those good times
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby I been yearnin'
Way, way down inside (hand on thigh and dangerously close to the bulge)
Honey you need my love
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love (there go the maddening hip rolls again)
I'm gonna give you my love oh
Wanna give you all my love
Oh, you want a whole lotta love (sinful lips licking)
You need a whole lotta love
When it gets to the solo drumming part, Kris ups the speed to 2. Adam has his back to the audience, but his whole body jerks so hard that Kris wouldn't be surprised if he came right then. And that thought is so unsettling, and Kris is so hard that it hurts, and he pushes at the button yet again and ups the speed to 3.
What comes next, neither Kris nor the audience could have expected. Adam lets out a chocked breathing sound, and its... it's not a sound that can be described, but it's definitely a sex sound, and it's also definitely not appropriate for a concert, unless you don't mind putting the entire audience in shock, which is exactly what happens right there. Like someone has just put the entire hall on mute, there is no noise from the two thousand people below, and Kris doesn't even notice, because Adam's breathing is still ringing in his ears, and he's squeezing himself, hard, and his hip bucks up a little, and his legs spread wide, and it's not enough, there is no point, because Adam isn't there, and he needs Adam with him, in him.
Then Adam turns around and starts singing again. And two thousand plus one pairs of eyes all fly to Adam's groin, because, well, let's face it, when you have a dick the size of Adam Lambert's, even the baggiest of baggy jeans can't hide your massive hard on. And Adam LOVES skintight clothing. And Kris is probably not the only person who is so thankful right now that Adam's pants aren't the extremely low-waist kind, or there is no way the show could go on.
Yeah yeah... yeah yeaaaaaah... ahhhhhhh.... ahhhhhhhhhh... yeaaaaaaaaah...
Kris is certain that he is not imagining it. Adam is actually breathing hard like he can't help it, not just doing it for show. And Kris continues brushing his cock through his jeans absentmindedly.
You need coolin', baby I'm not foolin', yeah yeah
I'm gonna send ya back to some schoolin', yeah
Way, way down inside, honey you need my love
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love
I'm gonna give you my love yeah
You want a whole lotta love (hip thrusting)
You want a whole lotta love (and thrusting)
You want a whole lotta love (and thrusting)
You need a whole lotta love
And there, Adam actually has his hand inside his pants, and he bends backward until his back is almost horizontal to the floor, and he pulls his hand out and palms himself through his pants...
Way, way down inside (Adam is squeezing his own balls, and Kris' almost chokes on his breath)
Baby you neeeeeeed, you need my, you need my looooooooove (hand moving up and down his cock fast, like he's jerking himself off)
When Adam storms off stage leaving the band members behind watching him still standing in their respective position, there is no applause. Two thousand heads turn toward where he gets off stage and there are also probably two thousands arching jaws.
Kris has been to Adam's shows before, but he has never seen anything like this. No flailing, no screaming, no waving. Just dropped jaws and widen eyes and collective awe. And probably collective orgasm too, had Adam gone there himself. Kris thinks he sees a couple of guys in the audience moving their arms in suspiciously familiar motions.
Kris rushes backstage without difficulties, since no one in the audience is moving and no one notices him. By the time he reaches Adam's room, though, the venue explodes with what sounds vaguely like the collective gasping and OHMYGODing of two thousand people.
Kris bursts open the door without knocking, not surprised at all to find Adam standing against the makeup table, pants pooled around his boots, stroking himself and staring at him with blown, dark eyes.
Kris locks the door behind him, basically runs into Adam's arms and crushes their lips together so hard that it ought to hurt.
Adam grabs Kris' ass like he's hanging on to dear life, his hard cock pressing into Kris' belly. Kris hums and throws the remote control onto the table and starts undoing his own jeans. When they are out of the way, Kris palms Adam's ass and explores inwards. His finger tips follow the slick trail and find the still vibrating silicon and push it further in.
Adam moans into Kris' mouth and grinds against Kris.
Kris pulls away to catch his breath, then says to Adam's jaw, "fuck me."
Adam's eyes fly open, and he really does not need telling twice. He pushes Kris towards the makeup table and gets the lube and condoms out from a small bag in the drawer. Kris braces himself with his hands on the table and spreads his legs while Adam pushes two slicked fingers in at once.
Kris probably would have protested - no, he totally would - if Adam didn't have a vibrator up his ass for over a fucking hour. But Adam did, and it was Kris' idea, so he just sucks it up and tries to relax around Adam's fingers. At least Adam takes his time to work him open before adding a third, and then a fourth, but not long enough after that, the fingers are replaced with the leaking head of Adam's cock.
It hurts a little, despite the said cock being covered in half a bottle of lube, but Kris is so used to the process now, and he knows what comes next. So he breathes and relaxes and pushes back and feels the hard flesh slides into him inch by inch.
When Adam's finally buried deep inside Kris, they both hiss and stay still and just let the overwhelming sensation wash over them. Kris can feel the vibration through where their bodies are connected, and suddenly he cannot wait a second longer.
He pulls himself up and rests his head on Adam's shoulder, hands grabbing Adam's cheeks and tugging him forward. Adam takes the hint and starts sliding out and in and out and in, slowly, because he doesn't trust himself to not come right this instance if he dares moving any faster.
Kris forces his eyes open and looks at their reflections in the mirror. Adam's porn face - as Kris likes to call it - is even pornier than usual, and he could totally come just looking at that face. Then an idea hits him. He reaches for the remote control on the table and ups the speed to 4.
Adam thrusts hard into Kris like electricity has just run through him, and they both groan with their eyes shut tight. "Kris," Adam breathes. Speed 5. "Fuck !"
Adam is banging Kris now, and the sounds of their bodies slamming together is maddening, to say the least. Kris is panting, loud, and making lots of other unintelligible noises. He knows he's close, but he also knows that Adam must be closer, so he skips 6 and 7 and 8 and pushes all the way to speed 9, eyes never leaving Adam's reflection.
Adam cries - so loud Kris is sure anyone in the hallway can hear him - with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, and shudders. Kris can feel Adam's cock twitching inside him, then Adam is thrusting again, fast and heavy, there is a growl coming low from his chest, and he opens his eyes, ever so slowly, the lusty grey swimming back in focus and locks on Kris', and Kris can't take it anymore, Adam is beautiful and sexy and so fucked, and just like that, Kris bites down on his lower lip hard and comes.
Pairing : Kradam
Word Count : ~1739
Rating : NC-17
Warning (1) : If you don't know what fanfic means, close this browser window right now.
Warning (2) : You are more than welcome to link to this fic but please do not repost anywhere else. Thanks !
Warning (3) : The sound byte is so not safe for work. (It REALLY WAS Adam. Listen to it !)
Notes : Beta'd by the awesome and lightning fast demolition_lexi <3 All mistakes are mine. My second attempt at writing fic in English. I wrote this before they started doing 20th Century Boy for encore and I'm so tempted to write about 2CB now. Comments = LOVE :)
Summary : Adam. Kris. Vibrator. Two of these are on stage. No mentioning of other relationships.
Kris is sitting in the VIP booth, a few feet above the general admission standing area. No one but the people on stage can see him.
He's not turning it on until the last song. This is for fun, and he doesn't wanna ruin Adam's show. However small and non-vibrating, it's hard enough to concentrate on singing and dancing when there is something hard and slick up your ass. Kris definitely knows from experience. Adam is unbelievably professional, though, other than a slightly more visible than usual glambulge and some pained looks (accompanied by briefly shut eyes - the expression alone is making Kris' dick twitch) when he moves too much or sits down on the bench, he acts pretty much normal and his vocal is phenomenal as always.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Mad World is over and the band is transiting into the acoustic version of Whole Lotta Love. Adam bites down on his lower lip and his eyes flicker nervously to Kris' booth. Kris smiles to himself - Adam knows him so well - and pushes a button on the controller and turns the speed on 1.
He watches in awe as Adam shudders all over, he can see the shockwave hitting Adam from his ass to his back to his shoulder to his neck, and then his head is thrown back and his mouth is opened wide and his eyes are closed and Kris is so used to seeing this expression of Adam's in their bedroom and he can't help but grind down the chair just a little bit. It's just getting to the fun part and he is so not coming in his pants - not before the song is over, anyway.
Then Adam opens his eyes, and with the most intense gaze into the audience ever, he sings.
You need coolin', baby I'm not foolin'
I'm gonna send ya back to some schoolin'
Way down inside (Adam palms himself briefly), honey you need it
I'm gonna give you all my love
I'm gonna give you my love, oh
You want a whole lotta love (hip thrusting to the rhythm)
You want a whole lotta love (hip still thrusting)
You want a whole lotta love (more hip thrusting)
You've been learnin'
And baby I been yearnin'
All those good times
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby I been yearnin'
Way, way down inside (hand on thigh and dangerously close to the bulge)
Honey you need my love
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love (there go the maddening hip rolls again)
I'm gonna give you my love oh
Wanna give you all my love
Oh, you want a whole lotta love (sinful lips licking)
You need a whole lotta love
When it gets to the solo drumming part, Kris ups the speed to 2. Adam has his back to the audience, but his whole body jerks so hard that Kris wouldn't be surprised if he came right then. And that thought is so unsettling, and Kris is so hard that it hurts, and he pushes at the button yet again and ups the speed to 3.
What comes next, neither Kris nor the audience could have expected. Adam lets out a chocked breathing sound, and its... it's not a sound that can be described, but it's definitely a sex sound, and it's also definitely not appropriate for a concert, unless you don't mind putting the entire audience in shock, which is exactly what happens right there. Like someone has just put the entire hall on mute, there is no noise from the two thousand people below, and Kris doesn't even notice, because Adam's breathing is still ringing in his ears, and he's squeezing himself, hard, and his hip bucks up a little, and his legs spread wide, and it's not enough, there is no point, because Adam isn't there, and he needs Adam with him, in him.
Then Adam turns around and starts singing again. And two thousand plus one pairs of eyes all fly to Adam's groin, because, well, let's face it, when you have a dick the size of Adam Lambert's, even the baggiest of baggy jeans can't hide your massive hard on. And Adam LOVES skintight clothing. And Kris is probably not the only person who is so thankful right now that Adam's pants aren't the extremely low-waist kind, or there is no way the show could go on.
Yeah yeah... yeah yeaaaaaah... ahhhhhhh.... ahhhhhhhhhh... yeaaaaaaaaah...
Kris is certain that he is not imagining it. Adam is actually breathing hard like he can't help it, not just doing it for show. And Kris continues brushing his cock through his jeans absentmindedly.
You need coolin', baby I'm not foolin', yeah yeah
I'm gonna send ya back to some schoolin', yeah
Way, way down inside, honey you need my love
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love
I'm gonna give you my love yeah
You want a whole lotta love (hip thrusting)
You want a whole lotta love (and thrusting)
You want a whole lotta love (and thrusting)
You need a whole lotta love
And there, Adam actually has his hand inside his pants, and he bends backward until his back is almost horizontal to the floor, and he pulls his hand out and palms himself through his pants...
Way, way down inside (Adam is squeezing his own balls, and Kris' almost chokes on his breath)
Baby you neeeeeeed, you need my, you need my looooooooove (hand moving up and down his cock fast, like he's jerking himself off)
When Adam storms off stage leaving the band members behind watching him still standing in their respective position, there is no applause. Two thousand heads turn toward where he gets off stage and there are also probably two thousands arching jaws.
Kris has been to Adam's shows before, but he has never seen anything like this. No flailing, no screaming, no waving. Just dropped jaws and widen eyes and collective awe. And probably collective orgasm too, had Adam gone there himself. Kris thinks he sees a couple of guys in the audience moving their arms in suspiciously familiar motions.
Kris rushes backstage without difficulties, since no one in the audience is moving and no one notices him. By the time he reaches Adam's room, though, the venue explodes with what sounds vaguely like the collective gasping and OHMYGODing of two thousand people.
Kris bursts open the door without knocking, not surprised at all to find Adam standing against the makeup table, pants pooled around his boots, stroking himself and staring at him with blown, dark eyes.
Kris locks the door behind him, basically runs into Adam's arms and crushes their lips together so hard that it ought to hurt.
Adam grabs Kris' ass like he's hanging on to dear life, his hard cock pressing into Kris' belly. Kris hums and throws the remote control onto the table and starts undoing his own jeans. When they are out of the way, Kris palms Adam's ass and explores inwards. His finger tips follow the slick trail and find the still vibrating silicon and push it further in.
Adam moans into Kris' mouth and grinds against Kris.
Kris pulls away to catch his breath, then says to Adam's jaw, "fuck me."
Adam's eyes fly open, and he really does not need telling twice. He pushes Kris towards the makeup table and gets the lube and condoms out from a small bag in the drawer. Kris braces himself with his hands on the table and spreads his legs while Adam pushes two slicked fingers in at once.
Kris probably would have protested - no, he totally would - if Adam didn't have a vibrator up his ass for over a fucking hour. But Adam did, and it was Kris' idea, so he just sucks it up and tries to relax around Adam's fingers. At least Adam takes his time to work him open before adding a third, and then a fourth, but not long enough after that, the fingers are replaced with the leaking head of Adam's cock.
It hurts a little, despite the said cock being covered in half a bottle of lube, but Kris is so used to the process now, and he knows what comes next. So he breathes and relaxes and pushes back and feels the hard flesh slides into him inch by inch.
When Adam's finally buried deep inside Kris, they both hiss and stay still and just let the overwhelming sensation wash over them. Kris can feel the vibration through where their bodies are connected, and suddenly he cannot wait a second longer.
He pulls himself up and rests his head on Adam's shoulder, hands grabbing Adam's cheeks and tugging him forward. Adam takes the hint and starts sliding out and in and out and in, slowly, because he doesn't trust himself to not come right this instance if he dares moving any faster.
Kris forces his eyes open and looks at their reflections in the mirror. Adam's porn face - as Kris likes to call it - is even pornier than usual, and he could totally come just looking at that face. Then an idea hits him. He reaches for the remote control on the table and ups the speed to 4.
Adam thrusts hard into Kris like electricity has just run through him, and they both groan with their eyes shut tight. "Kris," Adam breathes. Speed 5. "Fuck !"
Adam is banging Kris now, and the sounds of their bodies slamming together is maddening, to say the least. Kris is panting, loud, and making lots of other unintelligible noises. He knows he's close, but he also knows that Adam must be closer, so he skips 6 and 7 and 8 and pushes all the way to speed 9, eyes never leaving Adam's reflection.
Adam cries - so loud Kris is sure anyone in the hallway can hear him - with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, and shudders. Kris can feel Adam's cock twitching inside him, then Adam is thrusting again, fast and heavy, there is a growl coming low from his chest, and he opens his eyes, ever so slowly, the lusty grey swimming back in focus and locks on Kris', and Kris can't take it anymore, Adam is beautiful and sexy and so fucked, and just like that, Kris bites down on his lower lip hard and comes.