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Title: Glamorize
Author: me
Rating: NC-17-ish, it's actually kinda tame compared to some stuff i've written
Disclaimer: i own none of this, at all.
Author's Notes: i gave in to my dirty, pervy thoughts and finally wrote some smexy times. it's not as....sexed up as i would like it to be cuz my mind has been on that track all freakin' week pretty much. still, hope it' enjoyable. i kinda couldn't quit listening to glamorize while writing this. or the other day on my way to see my brother. or today on my way to town to do some grocery shopping...sigh. adam lambert has ruined my mind.
Kris grins when Adam shoves him against the wall of their hotel room. “You like my song?” Adam whispers in his ear, hot breath hitting his skin and making him shiver in desire.
“Who wouldn’t?” Kris throws his head back and laughs softly. He can hear the low music playing in the background from his laptop. He had gotten curious earlier that afternoon after a quick rehearsal before tonight’s show. So he went snooping on the internet for Adam’s pre-Idol music. What he found threw him for a loop. The first song he came upon was one called “Glamorize.” The name itself made him giggle like a school girl until he downloaded the song and hit ‘play’.
He liked the way it started, with a sort of melodic undertone, then actually picking up a beat. He found himself bobbing his head to it until the words started. That’s when he fell over in a fit of laughter and Adam had walked in on him.
Kris laughs a little harder, tears pooling in his eyes. He can’t help but to be amused at the words coming out of the speakers. This is the second time it’s playing through and it’s only making the situation that more amusing. “Come on. I’ll show you a good performance.” Kris lets Adam lead him to one of the beds.
Kris sighs when he hits the mattress. The space in his jeans is starting to get a little tighter the more he listens to the song. He likes the way Adam’s voice sounds: how sensual and mysterious it seems. Adam moves away from him and Kris looks up to see what’s going on. Adam’s at the computer fiddling with some keys. Kris watches then the song is stopping.
“Hey-“ he starts to protest but when the song starts back over he grins and realizes Oh.
Kris wiggles his hips and toes at his sneakers until they’re hitting the floor. He settles back as Adam runs his hands up Kris’ jean-covered thighs, taking his time in grabbing for the button and zipper. Kris sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he lifts his hips enough for his jeans and briefs to be pulled off. The cool air hits his half-hard cock and he shivers. Tiny goose bumps rise along his arms but he enjoys it.
“Take your shirt off,” Adam orders softly. Kris hurries to do just that and the shirt drops to the floor.
Feel my breath, upon your thighs
Kris moans as Adam hums the tune into the skin of his thighs, hot air ghosting over the already-there goose bumps and making Kris clamp his eyes shut. The tempo of the song picks up a bit and Adam’s voice floats through the tiny computer speakers again. Kris let’s the sound wrap around him, coat him a blanket of lust. Adam moves up his thighs, strong hands gripping his hips in a tight grip, and Kris cards a hand through Adam’s hair, tugging softly.
When Adam’s lips finally come into contact with his cock, Kris bucks his hips hard. Between Adam humming and working his way up to Kris’ cock, and the song filtering through the speakers, Kris is pulled taut with need already. He tugs on Adam’s hair a little harder.
“Want something?” Adam looks up at Kris through dark lashes and Kris lets out a sound between a laugh and a groan.
“Yeah,” he huffs, “you.”
“That was cheesy, Allen,” Adam snorts in laughter but Kris only pushes Adam’s head back down and his hips up.
Kris hisses when Adam’s hand grips the base of the his cock, then that expert mouth is finally sliding down and around and he spreads his legs a little wider. Adam adds some tongue to the motion and squeezes a littler harder. Kris tightens the hold on Adam’s hair spasmically.
“You know what? Forget the foreplay. Come on,” Kris says with another tug and Adam pulls off with a pop that makes Kris groan, if not a little needy. The song picks up the tempo once more just as Adam yanks his belt off and Kris laughs at the loud clanking it makes on the way down. He watches the older singer strip in record time before he’s joining Kris on the bed, straddling Kris’s thighs in a second.
Adam leans down and kisses him good and hard. Kris breaks away, grinning, and reaches for his wallet lying on the nightstand. He fishes a condom out, glaring when Adam chuckles, and tosses it to him. Adam catches it and lays it aside for the moment. Kris moans in protest but easily forgets what he was protesting about when Adam latches his lips onto Kris’ throat and bites the skin. He soothes the sting with his tongue then moves on.
The beat is still pumping through the air and Kris shoves his hips against Adam’s, their cocks rubbing against each other, and he moans at the delightful friction. “Fuck, Adam. Come on!” Kris lightly shoves at Adam’s shoulder, almost to the point of begging for more instead of settling for just foreplay and Adam’s vampiric tendencies.
“So impatient,” Adam mutters but blindly reaches for the condom anyway. “Lube?” Kris huffs and leans across the bed as best he can with Adam sitting on him. He rummages around in a suitcase sitting between the beds, shoving his hands into random pockets until he finally finds the almost-empty bottle. He places it in Adam’s waiting hand, swallowing hard when Adam rolls his hips into Kris’.
Adam smirks, blue eyes shining bright with want and playfulness as he scoots back on Kris’ thighs. He squirts some of the goo into the palm of his hand, eyeing Kris the entire time. Kris watches with parted lips and a lust-filled gaze. Adam presses one slick finger against the resistant ring of muscle and Kris’ eyes snap closed. A breathy moan and Kris arches his back off the bed. Adam takes that moment to push in another finger. He plants his free hand on Kris’ stomach and holds him down.
Kris bites his lip to stifle a moan. Adam scissors him open once, twice, three times before Kris is huffing out “That’s enough,” and crawls to his knees. Hands gripping Adam’s shoulder, Kris shoves him onto the mattress, grinning at the surprised expression crossing Adam’s face. He doesn’t really care that Adam’s head is hanging over the side of the bed nor the fact that he’s taking control.
He just really wants.
Listening to that song more than once has gotten him right on the edge, threatening to tip him over if he doesn’t do something about it. Adam’s being slow hasn’t helped much either. He lifts his hips and, with a final grin Adam’s way, seats himself on Adam’s cock in one fluid motion. “Fuck,” he gasps out. His nerves are tingling from the stretch and burn but he knows the hurt will be of the good kind later on.
“Since when do…you get so demanding and pushy?” Adam puffs out and rolls his hips to get things moving along. Kris moans but smiles anyway.
“Since you decided to be such a tease,” he retorts, starting up a steady rythym of Adam meeting him thrust for thrust. “Shit,” he hisses.
Kris loses himself in the beat coming through the speakers and the pushing and rolling of Adam’s hips. The want and the need and the urgency are thrumming through his veins, his heart jack-hammering in his chest. He cracks an eye open and moans at the sight of Adam with his head tipped back, still hanging off the mattress, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, a choked moan coming from somewhere deep. A bead of sweat slides the side of his face and Kris has the sudden urge to lick it right off. He’s pretty sure there’s already bruises forming on Adam’s hips from the death grip Kris has on them but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment.
“Fuck, so close, Kris,” Adam moans and Kris watches his hands grip the mess of sheets tightly. Kris shifts until he finds that spot that makes him see stars with every push and shove of hips.
He makes sure to remember the constant babbling mantra Adam has going on-“FuckfuckfuckKrissoclosefuckharder”- and grasps one of Adam’s hands. He threads their fingers together, squeezes through the feelings, Adam squeezing back constantly. Adam uses his free hand to fist Kris’ cock, rough and fast, and Kris bows over. His nose presses into the crook of Adam’s neck and he smell the sweat and the cologne and anything else that all mixes together and becomes distinctly Adam. The rythym slows for a brief moment and then Kris goes slack, coming over Adam’s hand and his own stomach. White explodes behind his eyelids and he moans loud and exhausted. Adam twitches inside of him then Kris can feel the heat through the condom and Adam gasps before stilling beneath Kris.
Kris drops on top of Adam, their hands still linked together, bodies covered in droplets of sweat. He’s sticky and dirty but he kind of likes lying on top of Adam like this and he likes the feeling of Adam’s hand in his, still grasping and holding on.
The song ends for a fourth time. Kris laughs and the next song starts playing. Adam lifts his head to look at Kris and Kris grins. “That was fun,” he sighs and buries his face in Adam’s neck. A bead of sweat still clings to Adam’s hairline so Kris flicks his tongue out and catches the moisture on the tip. Adam laughs and before Kris can say anything he’s being rolled and in seconds Adam is on top of him again.
Adam ignores the sudden blood rush and pins Kris down with his hands. “Next time,” he brushes his lips against Kris’ and Kris exhales fast, “we’re listening to ‘I Got This’. It has to do with candy.”
Kris can only laugh.
We should run away, get caught up, forget the world, tell it to shut up