Fanfic: The Rinse Cycle
Title: The Rinse Cycle
Author: radiogaga33
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Kris, Adam, etc are their own people. They belong to themselves, not to me. No claims to any copyrights, trademarks, or any other intellectual property. This never happened. It is purely a work of fiction from my very very idle mind.
Notes: Got bored while I was doing my laundry two days ago and started jotting this down on a piece of paper. Second attempt at fanfic, first at AU. Rating for gratuitous hotness. Lemme know what you think.
PS: if you've read Once Five Years Pass, please resist the urge to judge this one-shot by that standard. Lol. I literally wrote this in 2 hours. That being said, enjoy! =)
The Rinse Cycle (A Kradam Fanfic)
Kris Allen hated to do laundry. He hated the mind-numbing tedium of the whole enterprise, the sorting of clothes, the dragging of bags to the hot room in the basement, the waiting around while the dryer cylinders spun around and around endlessly. But after four weeks of avoiding the machines in the basement, Kris had no choice. So a few minutes ago, he had let out the drawn-out sigh of the unfairly put-upon, plopped down on the floor in his last clean pair of underwear, and began to sort whites from darks, reds from everything else. After a few minutes of mechanical movements, he stuffed the three large piles into two black bags, tossing a bottle of Tide in the second. Kris pulled on his last clean pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, grabbed his dorm room keys and the two heaping bags and headed out the door.
As he padded down the hallway, his ears ringing with the sound of other residents enjoying their Saturday nights, Kris felt an all too familiar tension begin to rise in his belly, setting his entire body on edge. The feeling was always the same ever since the first time he's passed by Adam's door and caught a glimpse of the dark-haired senior reclining in his bed, clad only in the slightest of black briefs, his arms crossed beneath his head. Seven months had done nothing to temper the sudden flare of heat that had overtaken Kris's senses as he stared, his eyes tracing the tempting expanse of skin the older man displayed so casually.
Kris was a freshman at USC, a southern small-town boy adrift in the plastic, hedonist's paradise that was Los Angeles. He was a music major, a sensitive soul as his mother like to call him. He hated the moniker. Kris wanted to be like Adam, the tall, handsome resident assistant who'd sent his heart into overdrive at first sight. That another man should inspire such a reaction in him was no surprise. Kris had always suspected he was different from the other boys back in Conway. And when, at 16, as he watched a skin-flick with a friend, he realized that he rather preferred looking at the hard biceps and taut ass of the man than at the undulating hips and breasts of the woman, Kris had shrugged philosophically and figured he was gay. Kris had never acted on the knowledge. He had been too nervous too there, in the backwaters of the south. But here, in the city of smog and glitter, he wanted to. Badly. With a certain black-haired senior who also happened to be his resident assistant.
Adam. Kris's body trembled as he got closer and closer to Adam's room. Would the door be propped open again? If so, would Adam be in a state of near-undress as he always seemed to be when lounging in his room? It was cruel, Kris thought, the way Adam flaunted his beauty, making Kris's entire body ache with the need to touch, to caress, to lick, to suck. Kris hated the way Adam made him feel, as if his clothes were suddenly too tight for his body, as if his bones were shifting, reforming, beneath his skin. Kris had lost count of how many times he'd lain in his twin bed while his roommate was gone, his mind playing wicked images of Adam's body while his hand jerked rapidly beneath the sheets.
Kris held his breath. Almost there. Two seconds later he exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping. Adam's door was closed. Disappointment, frustration, the two emotions had become his good friends in the last few months. Why do you even bother? The rational part of his brain taunted him. Why did he bother? In a semester and a half, he'd seen nothing to indicate that the object of his affection was even remotely interested in men. The few times that Kris had actually been able to make his vocal chords work around the tall senior and had been bold enough to get close to him, Adam hadn't shown an iota of interest. Why did he bother? Kris let out another sharp breath, frustration quickening his steps as he walked down the concrete steps leading to the basement.
* * *
Adam Lambert’s lips curled in a soft smile when he saw who was joining him in the laundry room. He watched amused as the short freshman struggled with the metal door, twisting his body as he tried to hold it open while dragging in two large bags at the same time. Adam dropped the magazine he'd been reading and got up to lend a hand.
"Here you go," he said brightly as he reached out to hold the door. "I got you."
"Oh! I didn't know you were...um...I mean....uh...hi?" A bemused expression settled on Adam's face as he watched the freshman stumbling over his words.
"Hi. You planning on coming in?" Kris had stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway upon seeing Adam.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks for helping with the door." Kris moved in and dropped the two heavy bags next to a long row of washing machines.
"No worries." Adam let the door close behind him as he walked slowly to where Kris had begun stuffing the contents of the black bags into three washing machines.
"Big load," he commented, leaning casually against one of the machines Kris wasn't using.
"What?" Kris's voice was a flustered mumble.
"Your laundry," Adam explained. "I was just saying you've got a big load."
"Yeah...haven't been down here in ages. Hate doing laundry."
"You and me both buddy," Adam said brightly, clapping the younger student on the shoulder. Adam's lips twitched in amusement as he noted how Kris had jumped at the casual contact. He walked back to the grey metal chair he had been sitting in before Kris's arrival and picked up his magazine once again. He held it up and began to thumb through it listlessly, his attention more focused on Kris's movements than on the words on the glossy pages.
Adam had noticed Kris since the first day he'd seen him across the room at freshman orientation in the fall. He had been bored, his eyes glazed over from a full day of answering questions from overbearing parents and clueless freshmen, when he'd spied Kris's soft brown eyes and unruly brown hair. Immediately, Adam's ennui had disappeared, replaced instead with a novel mix of curiosity and desire. But when Adam had discovered that Kris was one of his residents, he had immediately pulled a barrier down, holding his desire in check. After two years as a resident assistant, Adam had heard enough horror stories from his colleagues. He knew better than to fool around with a resident-and definitely not with a freshman from middle of nowhere, Arkansas. Besides, Adam had figured that first week, he probably wasn’t into men.
For the entire fall semester and most of the second, Adam had successfully kept his desire for Kris in check, hiding it behind a friendly smile and politesse. For months, it never occurred to the senior to upset the equilibrium, to shift the balance. That is until three weeks ago when Kris had wondered into his room while Adam sat in bed with his best friend Matt, both their heads buried in their physics textbooks as they studied for a midterm. Kris had shuffled his feet and spoke in that stuttering voice he always seemed to slip into whenever he was around Adam. Adam hitched an eyebrow as Kris asked him when the money for the Palm Springs dorm trip was due. Kris had been in his room, asking the same question three days ago. Was he just looking for an excuse to talk to Adam?
Adam had given him the information once again and Kris had mumbled a quick thank you before stumbling out the door. When he was gone, Matt had dissolved into a fit of laughter, his body shaking where he sat on Adam's bed.
"What?" Adam had asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Wow, Lambert. That boy's got it bad for you."
"No way!"
"Dude, are you blind? Did you see the way he was stuttering and stumbling? He couldn't even look you in the eye, he's jonesing so bad."
"You don't know what you're talking about, Matt."
"Don't I?"
"You're wrong."
"Why's that?"
"Listen, Matt, as much as I wish that boy were boarding my plane, I'm pretty sure he doesn't fly my airline."
Matt succumbed to another fit of laughter. "Are you serious?"
"Dude, he's from friggin' Arkansas."
"Adam, you know, they've got gay boys there too. California doesn't have a license on them."
"Still, I don't think--"
"Just pay closer attention. I promise you, that boy want to lose his mind on your candy in a bad way."
Adam had taken Matt at his word and for the next few weeks, he'd paid closer attention to the brown-eyed freshman. He felt as if a veil had been lifted. Suddenly he began to notice all the little hints that Kris gave off, the way he kept coming into Adam's room to ask him needless questions, the way he always stared at Adam when he thought he wasn't looking, the way he always found an excuse to be near him, to brush against him accidentally-on purpose.
Three weeks later, Adam was elbow deep in desire, the thoughts he had managed to hold at bay now swamping him as he realized what he wanted was there for the taking. He looked now, his brilliant blue eyes raking over Kris's body where he stood pouring blue detergent into the machines. Adam imagined undoing the buttons of the plain plaid shirt Kris wore. He imagined unfastening the brown leather belt around his waist, unzipping his fly, and wrapping his fingers around Kris's hard flesh. Fuck. Adam shifted in his seat, doing his best to hide his erection. He couldn't get into this with Kris. Could he? He looked up just as the freshman's eyes skittered away. Kris had been staring. Fuck it. Adam was one of the good guys, but he wasn't a saint.
Adam went to the washing machine he's loaded up half an hour before and tossed the contents into a dryer. After starting up the machine he leaned against it, facing Kris where he stood by the washing machines.
"So, how's the semester treating you?" Adam asked.
"Pretty good."
"Make it through midterms okay?"
"More or less. But then again, us music majors have it easy."
"You play the guitar right?"
"Yeah."
Adam pushed off the dryers he'd been leaning against. "You should play me something sometime. If you don't mind of course."
Kris head jerked up in surprise. "Um...yeah...if you want, sure."
Adam took a few steps forward. "That six string must make you pretty popular with the girls." Adam watched Kris's face for his reaction. He could swear he saw the beginnings of a blush.
"Um...not exactly."
"What?" Adam said with a small smile. "Girls go crazy for a guy with a guitar." Adam moved even closer. "Don't tell me you don't have a girlfriend?"
"Um, no. I don't."
"I don't believe it."
"Really, I don't. Besides, I don't..."
"Don't what?" Adam kept moving ever closer to Kris.
"I don't know that I necessarily want a girlfriend."
"Oh?" Adam was within inches of Kris now, his skin hyperaware of the heat that radiated from Kris's body. "Tell me then, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No." Kris's voice was a breathless whisper as he stared up at Adam's face.
"Do you want one?" Adam leaned into him with the question, his arms on either side of the other man's body as Adam rested his palms on the washing machine behind him. This was the line, Adam thought to himself as he stared down at Kris's beautiful face. Would Kris cross it?
"Yes." Adam’s brain went haywire for a moment when he heard Kris’s answer. Quickly, he regrouped.
"Maybe I can help you out. Why don't you want tell me what kind of guy you want and I'll see if I know anyone I can set you up with."
"Well..."
"Yeah?"
"I'd want a guy with dark brown hair-no-black hair. Tall and broad, with loads of freckles and blue-grey eyes, strong hands, and legs that go on for miles. You know anyone like that?"
"I might have someone in mind." Adam leaned in, his lips inches away from Kris's. He was close enough to feel Kris's breath softly caressing his face.
"And who would that be?" Kris voice was barely audible.
"I was thinking...yours truly." Adam smiled a moment before he closed the distance between them, his lips grazing Kris's soft mouth, his hips jutting forward, pressing his erection firmly into Kris's abdomen. "I want you. Can I have you?"
"Yes. A thousand times, yes."
Without another word, Adam pressed his lips against Kris's and took what he wanted.
* * *
Kris couldn’t believe his luck. He wondered dimly if he was actually sleeping, lost in another vivid dream featuring Adam’s hard body, his searing heat, his knowing hands and soft lips. He had been shocked when the tall senior has suddenly begun to flirt with him minutes ago, moving ever closer to him until he was pressed up against Kris, his denim covered cock a searing indentation on Kris’s abdomen. If it was a dream, Kris didn’t plan on waking up anytime soon.
He felt Adam lips press against his, his tongue gently tracing the seam of Kris’s lips. Adam’s hand reached up to cup Kris’s face, his thumb pressing down on Kris’s jaw, urging him to part his lips for Adam. Kris gave in, opening his mouth and groaning at the feel of Adam’s tongue sliding softly against his, thrusting into the depths of his mouth. Kris groaned against Adam’s lips, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist and pulling him even closer against his body. He groaned again when Adam relaxed into the tighter embrace, grinding his erection against Kris in a tight circular motion as his lips became more urgent, their kisses growing rougher, hotter.
Kris gave as good as he got. He thrust his tongue roughly against Adam’s before pulling back to sink his teeth into Adam’s bottom lip, delighting in the groan the motion elicited from the other man. He pressed his lips against Adam’s again, his motions insistent as he poured all his pent-up desire, all the tension built up from months of frustration into the kiss. He moaned when Adam began trailing soft kisses along his jaw line before moving down to kiss his neck, his teeth softly nipping at the delicate skin there. Adam began to undo his buttons, slipping Kris’s plaid shirt off him when he’d reached the last button. Kris’s body was a cauldron of sensation as he felt Adam’s mouth sucking at his nipples, his lips leaving hot little kisses on his smooth chest.
“Fuck!” The word slipped from Kris’s mouth when he felt Adam’s large hand press against his erection, rubbing softly.
“More,” Kris whispered.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.” Adam’s voice was a wicked temptation.
“Touch me. Please. Open my jeans and touch me. I want to feel your hand on my cock. Please.”
“Well, since you asked so politely…”
Kris’s felt his mind exploding at the feel of Adam’s hard hands wrapping tightly around his cock, his fingers squeezing the hard flesh in a breathtaking rhythm. Kris thrust sharply into the tight grip of Adam’s fist, his cock growing even harder as he fucked Adam’s hand. More, he needed more.
“More? You have to tell me what you want.” Kris looked up surprised. He didn’t know he’d said the words out loud.
He kept thrusting into Adam’s hand, his fingers digging into the taller man’s hips. “Fuck me. I want you inside me, please.”
Kris cried out sharply when Adam’s hand squeezed convulsively around his cock at his wicked words. Then he cried out just as sharply when Adam let go of his hard flesh, stepping back from Kris’s body.
“No! Don’t stop!”
Adam laughed softly. “I don’t have anything down here to prepare you with. Gotta make a pitstop in my room.” He grabbed Kris’s hand, moving it down to the hard flesh thrusting obscenely from Kris’s open fly. He wrapped Kris’s hand around his own cock. “Here baby, keep the motor running while I’m gone.”
Kris obeyed, his hand slowly caressing his hard cock while he waited down in the laundry room for Adam. He moved carefully while he waited, not wanting to come before feeling Adam’s hard cock thrusting into his body. He shivered suddenly at the image that flashed through his mind at the thought. Kris heard jerked up when Adam opened the door, his hand clutched around a small bottle and a thin silver packet.
“What took you so long?” he asked with a cheeky smile when Adam leaned against him once again, his lips nuzzling the sensitive skin behind Kris’s ears.
“Mouthing off are we?” Adam said playfully. “Hmm…let’s see if I can’t put that mouth of yours to better use.”
* * *
Adam slid his hands up Kris’s hard abdomen, pausing to tug softly at his nipples before digging him fingers into his shoulders. Exerting a gentle but firm pressure, he pushed Kris down to his knees in front of him. Adam leaned back against the washing machine and reached out to Kris, tangling his fingers in his unruly brown hair and pulling him towards his jutting cock. They were both naked now, their bodies giving off a delicious heat as their desire rose sharply with each passing moment.
“Suck it,” Adam ordered softly, the silky murmur doing little to mask the commanding tone in his voice.
He gasped sharply as he watched Kris place a soft kiss against the head of his cock, his pink tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin. Kris began a series of small kisses and long licks up and down the thick length of Adam’s cock, returning to the head over and over again to lap up the salty fluid that beaded there. Adam was dying from the pleasure.
“Enough,” Adam whispered fiercely. “Take me in your mouth, Kris. Suck me.” Kris obliged him, his mouth engulfing the head of Adam’s cock before he pushed down, taking inch after throbbing inch of Adam’s cock into the warm recesses of his mouth. Kris’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard on Adam’s flesh.
“Yes,” Adam hissed, his desire spiking. “Just like that. Suck me just like that. Yes!” Adam cried out as Kris’s took him deep, his cock sinking deep into the other man’s throat.
Adam groaned out Kris’s name, his fingers tightening in his hair, his hand angling Kris’s head slightly before he pressed forward, fucking the sweet depths of his mouth. Kris looked up, his brown eyes catching Adam’s blue ones, a devilish glint animating them when he realized that Adam had been watching him. Kris put on a show for Adam then, his head bobbing back and forth on Adam’s straining cock, his hand jerking up and down the part of Adam’s length that wasn’t buried in his mouth. Adam cried out again. It was too much. His body trembled as he began to come, his mind reeling as he watched Kris swallow the salty load like a desert wanderer who’d just found an oasis. A few minutes later, when Adam had finally begun to breathe normally again, Kris continued to suck him, his tongue swirling over the still-hard length of Adam’s cock.
“Enough, Kris. I want to be inside you.”
Adam watched, fascinated as Kris pulled back slowly, his hard length glistening as it slid free of Kris’s mouth. Kris gave the sensitive head one final lick before letting it slip from his mouth with a loud pop. The wet, wicked sound was like music to Adam’s ears.
***
Kris spread his legs wider as he leaned over, his hands pressing against the dryer in front of him, bracing his body for Adam’s movements. He groaned out loud as he felt Adam’s left hand reaching around his body to stroke his cock while he thrust two slick fingers into his ass with the other. Desperate groans escaped Kris’s lips as he felt Adam’s fingers twisting inside him, stretching him, preparing him for the invasion of Adam’s hard cock. Kris cried out when Adam added a third finger and began to thrust softly, fucking Kris with his fingers. Kris’s vision swam when Adam pressed against a spot that made him cry out, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.
“Now...do it now...,” he pleaded in a broken whisper. A moment later, Adam’s condom-covered cock pressed against him, sliding slowly into his body. Kris bit his lips as he felt Adam push through his resisting muscles, his cock thrusting slowly but firmly until finally, he was buried to the hilt inside Kris. He bit down sharper when he felt Adam begin to move, launching into a gently rhythm, sliding his hard cock out of Kris’s ass before slowly thrusting in again. Kris felt his sanity eroding as Adam whispered to him.
“So beautiful, Kris. You’re so fucking beautiful. Been dying for this for months…want you so much…all the time…never letting go. Do you hear me? I’m never letting go of you.”
Kris cried out with pleasure as Adam began to thrust faster into his body, his cock ramming into him as he took Kris. Kris looked up, catching their reflection in the surface of the dryer’s metal and plastic door. Kris watched, enthralled, as Adam’s face tightened with pleasure, his teeth biting down on his freckled bottom lip as he thrust sharply into Kris. Kris felt his heart constrict with deep emotion. Adam was beautiful as he took him. He’d wanted the dark-haired man for so long, needed him for months, and now he had him. Kris had no intention of letting go.
Adam let out a loud groan, his hands gripping Kris’s hips tighter as he thrust even harder, his hips slamming hard against Kris’s body, his aching cock fucking Kris’s ass at lightning speed. Kris felt the pleasure begin to overtake him. He wasn’t alone.
“Fuck Kris! Can’t hold on. Can’t…fuck! Need you to come with me. Stroke your cock for me, baby. Do it for me. Wanna feel you come with me.”
Kris obeyed immediately, reaching down to grip his hard cock, jerking his hands roughly over himself as Adam’s cock pounded into him roughly, stealing his sanity, his sense of reality. Surely, it was impossible to feel this much pleasure. Kris felt his cock swell a moment before he was swept away in the riptide of sensation. As he succumbed to the almost painful pleasure, he heard Adam cry out his name as he came, holding still inside Kris’s body. As he felt the pressure of his new lover’s arms wrapping around him and holding him close, Kris could have sworn he was in heaven.
* * *
Later, as he drifted off to sleep in Adam’s dorm room, his body pleasantly sore and his freshly laundered clothes resting on the floor in the two black bags, Kris’s lips curled up in a wicked smile.
He couldn’t wait for his next load.