FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT (Oneshot)
FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT
A Halloween Special
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, David Cook/David Archuleta, OMC/Danny Noriega, Cale Mills/Cassidy Haley
Rating: R - NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, foul language
Genre: Romance/Erotica
Summary: As far as he could remember, Adam Lambert had always been the one with the bagful of tricks. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be on the receiving end of the jokes this year.
Disclaimers: OPERATION DUCK HAS FLOWN ITS COURSE! Adam Mitchel Lambert is now oh-so-single and concentrating on his career, while the duck - damn, I’m going to have to get used to calling him by his real name - has probably gone south forever or something. Anyway, we are ONE STEP CLOSER to achieving the Kradamverse we desire! In celebration of Adam’s singlehood and HalloPEEN, I present to you a little gift. I still won’t own Kradam, though, and neither will any of you.
Notes: This one is dedicated to Adam Lambert and Kris Allen themselves. I do not feel the need to explain why.
The man slid his custom-made fangs into his mouth and smirked at his reflection in the mirror, wondering if it was psychologically-sound to fall in love with it. Sure, he enjoyed going glam as if every day was Halloween, but heaps of geisha foundation, crazy contact lenses and fangs weren’t always part of the ensemble. Aside from those, the costume consisted of a sweeping leather duster heavily embellished with spikes, chains and grommets, a silky black button-down shirt with a stiff monochromatic collar, tight leather pants with crisscrossed gashes down each leg, chunky black platform boots, his famous bondage glove, and a plethora of silver jewelry. To complete the look, he lined his eyes with kohl, applied nude lipstick to cover the dusting of freckles on his lips, and scattered silver glitter all over his blue-black hair.
Adam Lambert was ready to turn the town upside-down in his new favorite getup.
“ADAM, ARE YOU DONE MAKING LOVE TO YOUR FULL-LENGTH MIRROR ALREADY?” a delicate - well, not at the moment - voice filled the entire upstairs hall. “I PROMISED SEPH I’D MEET HIM AT SIX-THIRTY, AND I DO NOT WANT TO BE FUCKING LATE!”
Adam couldn’t help but guffaw. Slender, pretty, angelic Danny Noriega was sweet-as-sugar most of the time, but those that knew him well were aware that he had a mouth that belonged on a truck driver when irked. When Danny’s temper flared, everybody felt the need to be beyond a five-mile radius of him, and Adam was part of that collectivity.
“Yeah, I’m done fucking myself!” he hollered back, reaching for his casket-like backpack before traipsing down the stairs like an overexcited ten-year-old. “Is Archie dressed?”
“He was done eons ago, thank you very much”, Danny replied primly, adjusting the giant wings of his majestic angel costume. “Hey, you think this will get me laid before All Saints’ Day?”
“Definitely”, Adam smirked, pinching the younger boy’s butt cheek. “Joseph won’t be able to resist you when you look like you fucked with the devil on fluffy white clouds.”
“Glad to hear that”, Danny was all angelic smiles again. “Hey, Archie, come out here and show Adam the Glampire how adorable you are.”
“Adorable?” David Archuleta - or rather, Napoleon Bonaparte - self-consciously tugged on his boat of a hat as he peered at his reflection in the mirror. “I feel as if Napoleon would haunt me or something.”
“Nonsense”, Danny said knowingly. “If his ghost claims that he is hotter than you are, the history texts will have to refer to him as ‘Napoleon Bone-Apart’ by the time I am finished with him.”
Adam fondly looked on at the two teenage boys, feeling like a proud father. Ever since he had been expelled from his mother’s womb, he felt as if his life’s purpose was to surprise the living daylights out of people. He’d done all sorts of things like dye his ginger hair black, wear makeup on a daily basis and skinny dip in his neighbor’s backyard pool, but no one had been prepared to receive the news of him taking two teenage boys - David and Danny had been sixteen at that time - under his wing after deeming the local orphanage an unworthy place to live in. His family and friends thought that he had finally gone over the deep end, but Adam was able to defend himself by stating that he made more than enough to go by as a recording artist and that taking care of two kids would stop him from going out on sexcapades. It had proven to be a fact because Adam had become too busy going to PTA meetings, signing permits for field trips and reviewing report cards to frequent nightclubs like he used to. That had been two years ago, though, and it was finally time to introduce his boys to a life of partying - the responsible kind, of course.
“You darlings pumped for our night out?” he asked, grin turning feral due to the fangs.
“Definitely!” Danny looked beyond delighted. “I’ve always been envious of the upperclassmen in my school because they got to drink and dance at bars all the time. To tell you the truth, I’ve considered sneaking out and joining them without your permission, but my morals have always gotten the best of me - that and Archie would probably cry if I left him alone to go get wasted.”
“I’d cry because I wouldn’t know what to do about you if you ever get wasted”, Archie shot back, his face crinkling up into that sweet smile people loved so much. “I know I’m supposed to be the responsible one, but I can’t even hail a cab at midnight when I’m freaking out over something.”
“And tonight is the night you start learning”, Adam smirked, squeezing him in a one-armed hug.
As if it had been on cue, the doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting their little ‘family time’ session. With catlike grace, Adam leapt over the mess Danny had left - mainly remnants of an art project - and flung the door open. A courtesan, a pirate and Sherlock Holmes stood on his doorstep; all looking excited to spread the Halloween cheer.
“Well, well…aren’t you bitches looking hot tonight”, he chuckled, appraising each of them in turn. “Y’all ready to paint the town red?”
“Duh”, Cassidy Haley - the scantily-clad pirate - replied playfully, grabbing Adam in a quick embrace. “I have a feeling it’s going to be goddamn fun since we have your babies in the group now.”
“Ah, the age of maturation”, Adam feigned nostalgia for a moment. “How I miss the days when I could still be grounded for illegal partying.”
“That was light-years ago, Lambert”, the courtesan said cheekily, taking a brief look in the mirror to adjust her top hat. “You’re almost thirty now.”
“Hey, no discussing the aging process, Alisan”, Sherlock Holmes playfully elbowed her in the shoulder. “Adam and I are the same age, y’know. You youngsters should be thankful that we sexy older men still find joy in hanging out with you.”
“Oh please, Cook”, Alisan Porter laughed. “You should be nice to me, because I know why you enjoy hanging around Adam all the time.”
“Are you gay for me, Cook?” Adam teased the ruggedly handsome man, running his hands along his friend’s arms. “Here, why don’t you take my hand so we can waltz off into the sunset?”
“I don’t think so, Lambert”, David Cook smirked, letting Adam grip his hand. “I like my lads innocent-looking and product-free, thank you very much - OUCH! What the fuck was that, man?”
“Joy buzzer!” Adam said gleefully. “Tricked ya, Cook.”
“You won’t ever outgrow the pranks, will you, Adam?” Alisan shook her head. “Now, can we please go? I don’t want to be late for the round of free drinks they promised to serve up.”
“Free drinks?” Danny’s eyes lit up. “Oh man, this is going to be so fabulous!”
“No hard drinks for you, sweetie”, Adam reminded him as he ushered his two boys out of the apartment. “Hey, how the fuck are you guys going to fit in the back of my Mustang?”
“We can sit on each other’s laps”, Cassidy suggested. “Cook’s the biggest, so he can ride shotgun. Archie, smish in next to him. Alisan, Danny and I can occupy the backseat.”
“Good enough”, Adam conceded, hopping into the driver’s seat. “Times like these make me wonder if I should save up for a bigger car.”
“Maybe if you see a station wagon covered in glittercum or something”, Cook remarked coolly, spreading his legs so Archie - who was as red as a tomato - could get comfy in between them. “Lambert, you are the only dude in town who could get away with driving such a thing.”
“It’s a miracle that this thing isn’t covered in glitter just yet”, Alisan added. “I thought you would attack your new baby with a Bedazzler the moment you - OHMYGOD THERE’S A TARANTULA IN HERE!”
“Jesus Christ!” Cassidy looked like he wanted to leap out of the car. “For fuck’s sake, someone go kill it - Cook or Adam, I don’t care…just kill the damn thing!”
“If you say so”, Adam drawled lazily, picking up the large arachnid with his bare hand. “Toys ‘R Us did a good job on this replica, if I do say so myself.”
“…that’s a fake?” Alisan eyed it warily. “Is this another one of your tricks again, Adam?”
“Of course, sugarplum”, Adam replied delightedly, turning his key in the ignition. “You are well-aware that I have always loved the ‘trick’ part of Halloween more than the ‘treat’ part.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t expect less from you, Dad”, Danny simpered prettily. “The day that I fall off my rocker is the day when you don’t have a trick up your sleeve.”
“And that is very likely NOT to happen”, Archie added. “Trust us, guys; we’ve been living with the Glambert for nearly three years now.”
“You probably see him plotting the demise of someone’s common sense over Eggs Benedict and orange juice”, Cook chuckled, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “Sometimes, you’re just too damn evil for your own good, Adam Mitchel Lambert.”
“But you wouldn’t have me any other way, right?”
For a brief moment, all those in the car stared at the so-called Glampire. He looked sexily sinister in the light of the full moon, with his dark hair shimmering and his bared fangs gleaming white. It could have been just a trick of the light, though; as he easily shifted back into regular old Adam-in-a-costume as the heavy clouds obscured the moon from view.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“This is so exciting!” Danny all but squealed as he giddily accepted a Margarita from a cute waiter. “I can’t believe I’m actually having a real Halloween party without kiddies around!”
“Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up, Danny-bee”, Alisan kissed him on the forehead. “Enjoy your youth while you can, because you may end up regretting things when you’re older.”
“I’m still capable of getting stomachaches due to too much candy”, Danny giggled, stopping in his tracks to admire the cascade of balloons, streamers and other things that hung from the ceiling. “I think I had four lollipops in a row this morning. Adam nearly killed me for it because those were supposed to be for the trick-or-treaters.”
“I hate having to say no to kids”, Adam sighed dolefully, taking a sip from his vodka mix. “They were dressed up as the Fantastic 4, too…isn’t that cute?”
“Since when did you learn to appreciate a bunch of seven-year-olds standing on your doorstep dressed in non-glittery costumes?” Cassidy wanted to know.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’ve discovered the wonder of fatherhood”, Adam grinned, his face lighting up like a child who just got a pony for his birthday. “I think I’m ready to adopt an exotic five-year-old son from the Carpathian mountain range or something. What do you guys think?”
“If that five-year-old Romanian kid is going to play dress up, give him your closet”, Danny said seriously. “He is not going to be allowed to touch my Versace trench coats and crash into my room while there is a sock on my doorknob.”
“Danny!” Archie nearly spat out his drink “Are you…doing it with Joseph?”
“Yeah”, Danny shrugged. “I invite Seph over when Adam’s busy in the studio and when you’re at soccer practice. We use protection, so you don’t have to worry about me dying.”
“And how come I don’t know about this?” Adam raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t want you to get angry with me”, Danny sighed. “I mean, you told me lots of times that I have to be careful and stuff…but Adam, I really love Seph. You know he’s a good guy, right? That’s why I invited him to dinner a few days after we started dating. He’s always gotten along great with you guys, so I was really happy. When he asked me if I wanted to do it, I said yes. I wanted it and I felt ready, so…yeah.”
“Oh, sweetheart”, Adam hugged him tightly, careful not to murder Danny with his jacket. “You know you can talk to me about these things. If Joseph loves you and makes you feel happy, then you have my blessing. Also, it’s not like you’re going to get pregnant or anything, so go frolic in the meadows. If you get hurt along the way - which I highly doubt - take it as a learning experience. It’s great to be happy, but we don’t gain anything by being happy all the time.”
“Dude, you are so friggin’ awesome”, Danny beamed. “Hey, there’s Seph. Hi, honey!”
“Hey yourself”, a tall blond man with a rangy build headed over to them, pressing a kiss to Danny’s cheek. “You make a wonderful angel, sweetheart.”
“And you make the hottest Zorro in the history of ever”, Danny giggled dreamily, practically wrapping himself around his boyfriend. “Here, sit with us.”
“This one’s empty”, Adam gestured to the empty seat next to him. “Come and rest your weary ass.”
“Hey, Adam”, Joseph Scavo greeted him. “I’ve been seeing you almost every day for the past four months, but you never cease to amuse me -”
A strange farting sound ripped through the drum beats and dance music, making everyone at their table exchange surprised glances.
“…did someone just, err, release gas into the ozone layer?” Cook blinked.
“No”, Seph chuckled, holding up the whoopee cushion he had sat on. “I just had an encounter with one of Adam’s little friends. Nice one, man.”
“Glad you liked it”, Adam grinned, raising his glass to a toast. “Happy Halloween, bitches!”
“We really are going to have to be wary of you tonight”, Cook chuckled, shaking his head. “Still, you are being pretty tame for once. Joy buzzers, stuffed tarantulas and whoopee cushions aren’t so bad.”
“Well, I thought I’d be nice for once”, Adam smirked. “I don’t want anyone to die of a heart attack because of me tonight. It’s such a pity to have your parents sign your death certificate when the rest of the world is visiting their dead relatives.”
“Speaking of the dead, are you guys up to visiting the old Borley Manor at midnight?” Alisan asked excitedly. “I heard they were going to open it tonight as a Halloween attraction.”
“That’s the old place with the cemetery backyard, isn’t it?” Archie’s eyes lit up. “I’ve only heard stories about the place, and I really, really, really want to go.”
“Count me in”, Cook grinned. “I’m always psyched for a midnight haunting.”
“How about it, Adam?” Cassidy asked, turning to his friend. “You can scare more people there.”
“You know just how to get me to say yes, don’t you?” Adam laughed. “I’m going to have a fucking contest with that house to prove just how good I am at this game.”
“You’re going to compete with a haunted house that has been scaring the townsfolk with its contributions to the rumor mill?” Danny raised an eyebrow.
“That’s typical of your father, babe”, Seph remarked, a chuckle bubbling from his lips. “I definitely want to see this go down in history, so I’ll be there.”
“Great!” Adam crowed. “Screwdrivers all around!”
“Amen!” Archie laughed, reaching for his highball glass. “Let’s toast to the Glampire - may he be successful in defeating the ghosts of the Borley family.”
Adam cackled maddeningly, feeling adrenalin surge through his veins as he raised a glass to drink to his name. He was well-aware of his reputation as the greatest prankster in town - whether it was Halloween, April Fools or just an ordinary day - and he had no intentions of losing to a dumb old house that was only good for gathering dust bunnies. If there was anything that Adam Mitchel Lambert hated, it was the possibility of losing at a game that he was so good at.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“The Borley Manor was built in 1956 by the once famous architect Wesley Burke. In fact, the story of Burke being found dead in his bathtub with his throat slit and eyes gouged out six months after the completion of the manor was the beginning of the manor’s grisly saga - ”
Adam yawned loudly, unable to mask his boredom. Sure, the house was dilapidated and dirty, but that was basically it. He wasn’t scared of a rocking chair that swayed whenever the wind blew in through the open windows or old floorboards that squeaked whenever someone stepped on them - unlike the rest of the tour group, who shrieked at every single sound not made by a human being. He had some fun scaring the silly teenage girls - well, at least those who weren’t drooling over him - with a few minor tricks, but he ended up getting bored too quickly because they all had the same annoying reaction. He didn’t have the heart to rat about ditching the tour, though, because his friends seemed to be very interested in the manor’s history. Cassidy, however, seemed to be more interested in the handsome tour guide, sauntering over to the front every so often to squeeze in a little flirting after asking some sort of random question.
At least he has something to distract him, Adam thought, disdainfully eyeing the cobwebs that littered the dilapidated banister. There’s nothing remotely interesting here and I want to go back to partying!
CLUNK.
He stopped in his tracks, whipping his head around to see where the strange sound had come from. No one else seemed to notice, though - it was evident from their ambling forward to catch up with the tour guide. Still, Adam was sure that he had heard it and he probably wasn’t going to be able to sleep later if he didn’t find out what had made that noise.
At this point, receiving his electric bill would be more exciting than sticking with the tour.
“Hey, Cassidy”, he whispered in his distracted friend’s ear. “I’m going to use the men’s room, okay?”
“Sure”, Cassidy replied dazedly. “Hey, do you think I’m sending Cale - I asked him his name five minutes ago - the right signals? He keeps stealing glances at me, but I can’t read them. I don’t know whether he’s annoyed or curious.”
“Unbutton your shirt”, Adam suggested in a hushed whisper. “Put on your best fierce face, and that historian will be all over you in five minutes flat. By the way, I hope he’s concealing a more interesting side, because his tour guide voice beats Iterax at putting me to sleep.”
With that, the Glampire snuck off, eager to do some investigating of his own. He quickly skirted up the staircase, letting the merry laughter and the frightened shrieks of planet earth die down. As soon as he pressed the sole of his boot onto the second floor landing, it felt as if he had been pulled into the pages of history. The interior of the hallway was not as damaged as that of the first floor, and he could almost sweat that there was something spiritually peaceful about this area. He closed his eyes and ambled on forward, relishing in the scent of aged pine wood and old library books. He was actually tempted to laugh since this was the perfect environment to play his role of vampire lord. It would probably be wise to curl up in the large library with an old book, simply sitting still until time came to take him away -
CLUNK.
“Hello?” he called out, his voice reverberating in the empty hall. “If there’s anyone in here - I’m sure there is, because I’m not getting any ghost vibes - do yourself a favor and come out of hiding. I’m fucking bored and I need to find something to make my life interesting.”
A giggle. “I’m in the bedroom, sweetie.”
Adam raised an eyebrow, wondering whether one of his sons had snuck up there to trick him. It was probably Danny since he was the only one loopy enough to try to outsmart his father and capable of unsolicited giggling.
“You’re not tricking me, kiddo”, he smirked, waltzing into the slightly open bedroom door. “I told you I’m the king when it comes to this - what the fuck?”
Instead of his giggling eighteen-year-old son, he was greeted by the sight of a dark 19th century-style bedroom littered with snuffed out scented candles and rose petals. What caught his attention most, though, was the scantily clad twink of a brunette nestled among the fluffy pillows on the canopy bed, looking innocent, sinful and all things rolled in between.
“…hi”, the said twink murmured shyly, holding out a glass of champagne. “A drink, my lord?”
“I’m not your ‘lord’, kiddo”, Adam crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the armadillo growing in his pants. “Which of my sons - or friends - put you up to this?”
“No one, my lord”, the brunette crooned softly, leaving his place on the bed to kneel at Adam’s feet. “Think of this as the afterlife’s present to you.”
Adam drew in a breath, silently gazing down at his ‘slave’, who looked ethereal bathed in the light of the full moon. The younger man had an earthy kind of beauty, with his mussed brown hair, chocolate doe eyes and soft pink lips. Sighing - though not unhappily - the self-proclaimed Glampire allowed his hand to card through the boy’s soft hair, resting it on his cheek. The young man moaned happily and nuzzled Adam’s half-hard cock through the leather, emitting a grunt from the taller one.
“Damn, you sure know what you’re doing”, he exhaled. “What’s your name, honey?”
“Kristopher”, the boy whispered, now moving to mouth the bulge. “Kristopher Allen, my lord.”
Adam tossed his head back, growling fiercely. This was honestly everything he had ever fantasized about, and if he was just being mindfucked by a dream of some sort, he was going to grab this opportunity and live like a lord of the night.
“My lord…may I?” Kristopher nuzzled his erection.
“Yesssssss…” Adam hissed seductively. “You earn extra points in my book if you can figure out how to get these babies off me real fast, pretty boy.”
Kristopher said nothing, but smiled at him before getting to work. He groped Adam gently; mouth still on the taller man’s clothed cock while his hands roamed his lower half. It took him awhile, but he managed to find the concealed hooks and zippers in the lining of Adam’s pants. Smiling slyly at the Glampire, Kristopher worked his way around the closures, triumphantly pulling down the leather garment to expose his hard, leaking cock to the cold air.
“Lick it, Kristopher”, Adam ordered thickly, pressing the head of his cock to Kristopher’s plump lips.
Kristopher wordlessly obeyed the command, running his tongue down the thick length in his hands. He allowed his tongue to roam over and around Adam’s cock, making the said man buck his hips harshly as the smaller boy licked it like a candy cane. For someone so cute and innocent-looking, Kristopher Allen was most certainly skilled at this.
“Now suck”, Adam grunted. “Show me how good you are at giving head.”
He groaned with pleasure as Kristopher wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, relishing in the feeling of being inside the latter’s warm mouth. He had no idea how much experience Kristopher had at this, but he wasn’t going to waste his time questioning it because the only thing that mattered was that he felt like he was going to die a blissful death fucking the boy’s mouth.
“Jesus Christ”, he muttered, grasping tufts of Kristopher’s puppy-soft hair. “I don’t know whose idea it was to hire you for me tonight, but this is fucking wonderful…”
Kristopher took more of Adam’s cock into his mouth, not stopping until the head hit the back of his throat. He carefully ran his tongue over the slit, eliciting a string of murmured curses from Adam. It seemed that he was confident in his talents, though, as he skipped the hesitant sucking Adam got from most boys and went straight to the fuck-my-mouth kind.
“…fuck!” Adam hissed, tugging harder on Kristopher’s hair. “You’re such a slut, Kristopher.”
The statement only seemed to encourage Kristopher, who immediately began to suck harder - as if he was desperate to have Adam come down his throat. Feeling that he was too close to the edge, Adam gently dislodged himself from Kristopher’s mouth, laughing softly at the hurt look on the boy’s face.
“Was I that bad…?”
“No, you were amazing, honey”, Adam promised, pulling him to his feet. “In fact, you were so amazing that I had to stop you. You know why? I want to come in that perfect ass of yours.”
Kristopher moaned softly, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks due to Adam’s words. The Glampire shot him a feral grin, pushing the smaller boy onto the bed as he divested himself of his leather duster. Things really seemed to be working in his favor since he abandoned the tour, and he was going to keep them going his way even if he had to attend the next party in just jeans and a t-shirt.
“Nice costume”, he chuckled, toying with the hem of Kristopher’s tight-fitting, glittery shorts. “What were you supposed to be for Halloween, hmm?”
“A go-go dancer”, Kristopher replied truthfully, his cheeks even redder now. “Katy - she’s my neighbor - was complaining about me being too conservative, so I thought I’d try something new.”
“Well, keep up the good work”, Adam smirked. “I’m not in the mood to deal with heaps of clothing tonight, so I appreciate your efforts to dress down to your underwear.”
“What about you?” Kris sighed happily as Adam began to trail soft kisses down the column of his throat. “Though your cock is rubbing against mine, you’re still wearing too many things.”
“Take ‘em off for me”, Adam sat up, looking smug. “You had fun with my pants, so you’ll probably enjoy figuring out the rest of my paraphernalia.”
Giggling, Kristopher sat up, getting to work on ridding Adam of his jewelry first. The necklaces and the bondage glove came off quickly, but he was taking his dear sweet time with Adam’s shirt - probably because the material was expensive and he was afraid to rip it. The Glampire watched in amusement as Kristopher unbuttoned his shirt carefully, tongue between his teeth in concentration.
“Do I have to shimmy you out of your pants, too, master?” he asked Adam coyly. “It’s going to be a little difficult for me to help you wriggle out of them because your cock is staring at me, and I kinda want to suck it again…mmph!”
Adam pulled Kristopher to him, holding him captive in a fierce kiss. Kristopher moaned, and Adam grabbed this chance to push his tongue into the other boy’s mouth, taking it captive using his own. Kristopher tasted of honey and scotch, and Adam found himself drowning in it. Suddenly, this strange yet beautiful boy was his whole world - he couldn’t care less about what was happening outside.
“I’ve got to have you”, he muttered, pulling away from Kristopher to tear at his pants. “I hope you came prepared with lube and condoms, because I don’t believe I’m thinking straight right now.”
“I don’t think you ever did”, Kristopher giggled, helping Adam tug off his pants. “Oh god, these things are damn hot, but they’re horribly difficult to take off -”
“Especially because we’re both fucking drunk”, Adam chuckled sexily, his breath hot in Kris’ ear. “You don’t have to worry about anything, though, because I’m going to fuck you real good. I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name, ya hear me? I’m going to fuck you so that all you’re going to think about for the rest of your life is my cock and how it makes you feel. You’re going to feel me in you all the way 'til Christmas and Hanukkah, honey.”
“Oh god, please!’ Kristopher begged him, moaning triumphantly when their combined efforts got Adam’s pants down to his ankles. “I want your cock, I want it so bad!”
Adam shook his head as he pulled down Kristopher’s glittery shorts. Had he been such a Good Samaritan that Santa decided to give him his Christmas present early?
“What do we have here?” he asked with a devious grin, grasping Kris’ cock. “All hard for me, I see.”
“Master, please…” Kristopher was practically clawing at him. “I need your cock inside me now!”
That plea made a wreck out of Adam. Before he even realized it, he was inside Kristopher, enveloped in the warm, wet heat of his anus. He pounded into the smaller boy, relishing the pleasured sobs and gasps the fucking elicited from him.
When he finally came, all he could see were stars.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Should we wake him up?”
“I don’t know - he’ll probably kill us for tricking him.”
“Maybe. Hey, did you save the pictures?”
“I sure did! I’ll post them on Twitpic and see what he thinks!”
Adam groaned, burying his face into the pillow in an effort to cockblock the chatty people - they sounded like Alisan and Danny to him. It was warm and comfortable where he was, and he was not in the mood to roll out of bed until he absolutely had to.
“Adam, I know you’re awake!” Alisan nudged his shoulder. “You really have to open your eyes and talk to me now because you might kill us when you’re completely sober.”
Pissed, Adam rolled over and opened one eye. “Okay, I’m listening.”
Alisan and Danny seemed to have showered and changed clothes at some point because they were both fresh-faced and dressed down in old sweatshirts. The concerned expressions on their faces, however, were downright identical.
“Look beside you, pops”, Danny said casually, trying desperately not to panic.
Frowning, Adam craned his neck to obey - and groaned. Curled up on his side was the cutest little brunette he had ever laid eyes on.
Sadly, he did not remember any of it.
“Fuck”, he scowled drowsily. “I don’t know if I’m pissed at the fact that I fucked a cute little stranger or that I can’t remember anything about our fucking session.”
“Adam, this is kind of our fault”, Alisan said hurriedly. “You see, we sort of wanted to beat you at your own game, and Cassidy decided to set you up with Kristopher - he works at the Starbucks Cass frequents. Honestly, we were just planning on luring you to this bedroom and have him toy with you a little. None of us were expecting you to actually have sex with him.”
“Ali, that was inevitable”, Adam yawned. “Though if you guys were with me, I probably wouldn’t have fucked him all the way to Hanukkah - which would have irritated me more, by the way.”
“So…you’re not mad?” Danny looked hopeful. “You won’t disown me or Archie?”
“Of course not, Little Bit”, Adam smiled tiredly. “Speaking of your brother, where is he?”
“Uhhhmm…nowhere!” Danny squeaked. “Right, Ali?”
“Right”, Alisan was nodding - way too emphatically for Adam’s tastes. “He’s nowhere.”
“That’s impossible, you benches”, Adam was at full attention now. “You’ve already tricked me into fucking Kristopher, so I don’t think we can get any worse now, can we?”
“Actually, we can”, Alisan sighed. “At some point during the tour, we realized you were missing, so we split up to look for you. I found you here, and we decided to leave you until the morning since you were naked and out like a light. Seph, Danny and I crashed at your place, Cassidy went home with the tour guide - he actually did it, mind you - and uhhhhhh, Archie went home with Cook.”
“What’s so bad about that?” Adam raised an eyebrow.
“Daddy, Archie and Cook have been dating for awhile now”, Danny quipped. “You were dead to the world last night, so Archie decided to go to Cook’s place and have sex.”
“…seriously?” Adam stared blankly at him. “My son is having sex with a friend the same age as I am? Can someone fucking shoot me now?”
“Can you guys please stop making all that noise?” a sleepy voice mumbled. “I’m trying to sleep here…”
“Sorry, Kris”, Alisan apologized. “We’ll get out of your hair now and leave you to deal with Adam.”
Adam could only stare as Kris Allen wrapped himself around his body, nuzzling his bare shoulder as he drifted back into dreamland. Alisan and Danny were stealthily exiting the bedroom, not wanting to be the objects of Adam’s defamation later on.
He really needed an aspirin now.
“…dad?” Danny poked his head back into the room.
“Yeah?” Adam still sounded dazed.
“We did get you, right…?”
“You hit a bull’s eye, dear”, Adam smiled wryly, realizing that his friends really did beat him. “I’m still at a loss on how to react to all this shit. I give this round over to you.”
Just one round, though, he thought confidently as he snuggled back into the sheets. There’s always next year to fuck things up again.
A Halloween Special
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, David Cook/David Archuleta, OMC/Danny Noriega, Cale Mills/Cassidy Haley
Rating: R - NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, foul language
Genre: Romance/Erotica
Summary: As far as he could remember, Adam Lambert had always been the one with the bagful of tricks. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be on the receiving end of the jokes this year.
Disclaimers: OPERATION DUCK HAS FLOWN ITS COURSE! Adam Mitchel Lambert is now oh-so-single and concentrating on his career, while the duck - damn, I’m going to have to get used to calling him by his real name - has probably gone south forever or something. Anyway, we are ONE STEP CLOSER to achieving the Kradamverse we desire! In celebration of Adam’s singlehood and HalloPEEN, I present to you a little gift. I still won’t own Kradam, though, and neither will any of you.
Notes: This one is dedicated to Adam Lambert and Kris Allen themselves. I do not feel the need to explain why.
The man slid his custom-made fangs into his mouth and smirked at his reflection in the mirror, wondering if it was psychologically-sound to fall in love with it. Sure, he enjoyed going glam as if every day was Halloween, but heaps of geisha foundation, crazy contact lenses and fangs weren’t always part of the ensemble. Aside from those, the costume consisted of a sweeping leather duster heavily embellished with spikes, chains and grommets, a silky black button-down shirt with a stiff monochromatic collar, tight leather pants with crisscrossed gashes down each leg, chunky black platform boots, his famous bondage glove, and a plethora of silver jewelry. To complete the look, he lined his eyes with kohl, applied nude lipstick to cover the dusting of freckles on his lips, and scattered silver glitter all over his blue-black hair.
Adam Lambert was ready to turn the town upside-down in his new favorite getup.
“ADAM, ARE YOU DONE MAKING LOVE TO YOUR FULL-LENGTH MIRROR ALREADY?” a delicate - well, not at the moment - voice filled the entire upstairs hall. “I PROMISED SEPH I’D MEET HIM AT SIX-THIRTY, AND I DO NOT WANT TO BE FUCKING LATE!”
Adam couldn’t help but guffaw. Slender, pretty, angelic Danny Noriega was sweet-as-sugar most of the time, but those that knew him well were aware that he had a mouth that belonged on a truck driver when irked. When Danny’s temper flared, everybody felt the need to be beyond a five-mile radius of him, and Adam was part of that collectivity.
“Yeah, I’m done fucking myself!” he hollered back, reaching for his casket-like backpack before traipsing down the stairs like an overexcited ten-year-old. “Is Archie dressed?”
“He was done eons ago, thank you very much”, Danny replied primly, adjusting the giant wings of his majestic angel costume. “Hey, you think this will get me laid before All Saints’ Day?”
“Definitely”, Adam smirked, pinching the younger boy’s butt cheek. “Joseph won’t be able to resist you when you look like you fucked with the devil on fluffy white clouds.”
“Glad to hear that”, Danny was all angelic smiles again. “Hey, Archie, come out here and show Adam the Glampire how adorable you are.”
“Adorable?” David Archuleta - or rather, Napoleon Bonaparte - self-consciously tugged on his boat of a hat as he peered at his reflection in the mirror. “I feel as if Napoleon would haunt me or something.”
“Nonsense”, Danny said knowingly. “If his ghost claims that he is hotter than you are, the history texts will have to refer to him as ‘Napoleon Bone-Apart’ by the time I am finished with him.”
Adam fondly looked on at the two teenage boys, feeling like a proud father. Ever since he had been expelled from his mother’s womb, he felt as if his life’s purpose was to surprise the living daylights out of people. He’d done all sorts of things like dye his ginger hair black, wear makeup on a daily basis and skinny dip in his neighbor’s backyard pool, but no one had been prepared to receive the news of him taking two teenage boys - David and Danny had been sixteen at that time - under his wing after deeming the local orphanage an unworthy place to live in. His family and friends thought that he had finally gone over the deep end, but Adam was able to defend himself by stating that he made more than enough to go by as a recording artist and that taking care of two kids would stop him from going out on sexcapades. It had proven to be a fact because Adam had become too busy going to PTA meetings, signing permits for field trips and reviewing report cards to frequent nightclubs like he used to. That had been two years ago, though, and it was finally time to introduce his boys to a life of partying - the responsible kind, of course.
“You darlings pumped for our night out?” he asked, grin turning feral due to the fangs.
“Definitely!” Danny looked beyond delighted. “I’ve always been envious of the upperclassmen in my school because they got to drink and dance at bars all the time. To tell you the truth, I’ve considered sneaking out and joining them without your permission, but my morals have always gotten the best of me - that and Archie would probably cry if I left him alone to go get wasted.”
“I’d cry because I wouldn’t know what to do about you if you ever get wasted”, Archie shot back, his face crinkling up into that sweet smile people loved so much. “I know I’m supposed to be the responsible one, but I can’t even hail a cab at midnight when I’m freaking out over something.”
“And tonight is the night you start learning”, Adam smirked, squeezing him in a one-armed hug.
As if it had been on cue, the doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting their little ‘family time’ session. With catlike grace, Adam leapt over the mess Danny had left - mainly remnants of an art project - and flung the door open. A courtesan, a pirate and Sherlock Holmes stood on his doorstep; all looking excited to spread the Halloween cheer.
“Well, well…aren’t you bitches looking hot tonight”, he chuckled, appraising each of them in turn. “Y’all ready to paint the town red?”
“Duh”, Cassidy Haley - the scantily-clad pirate - replied playfully, grabbing Adam in a quick embrace. “I have a feeling it’s going to be goddamn fun since we have your babies in the group now.”
“Ah, the age of maturation”, Adam feigned nostalgia for a moment. “How I miss the days when I could still be grounded for illegal partying.”
“That was light-years ago, Lambert”, the courtesan said cheekily, taking a brief look in the mirror to adjust her top hat. “You’re almost thirty now.”
“Hey, no discussing the aging process, Alisan”, Sherlock Holmes playfully elbowed her in the shoulder. “Adam and I are the same age, y’know. You youngsters should be thankful that we sexy older men still find joy in hanging out with you.”
“Oh please, Cook”, Alisan Porter laughed. “You should be nice to me, because I know why you enjoy hanging around Adam all the time.”
“Are you gay for me, Cook?” Adam teased the ruggedly handsome man, running his hands along his friend’s arms. “Here, why don’t you take my hand so we can waltz off into the sunset?”
“I don’t think so, Lambert”, David Cook smirked, letting Adam grip his hand. “I like my lads innocent-looking and product-free, thank you very much - OUCH! What the fuck was that, man?”
“Joy buzzer!” Adam said gleefully. “Tricked ya, Cook.”
“You won’t ever outgrow the pranks, will you, Adam?” Alisan shook her head. “Now, can we please go? I don’t want to be late for the round of free drinks they promised to serve up.”
“Free drinks?” Danny’s eyes lit up. “Oh man, this is going to be so fabulous!”
“No hard drinks for you, sweetie”, Adam reminded him as he ushered his two boys out of the apartment. “Hey, how the fuck are you guys going to fit in the back of my Mustang?”
“We can sit on each other’s laps”, Cassidy suggested. “Cook’s the biggest, so he can ride shotgun. Archie, smish in next to him. Alisan, Danny and I can occupy the backseat.”
“Good enough”, Adam conceded, hopping into the driver’s seat. “Times like these make me wonder if I should save up for a bigger car.”
“Maybe if you see a station wagon covered in glittercum or something”, Cook remarked coolly, spreading his legs so Archie - who was as red as a tomato - could get comfy in between them. “Lambert, you are the only dude in town who could get away with driving such a thing.”
“It’s a miracle that this thing isn’t covered in glitter just yet”, Alisan added. “I thought you would attack your new baby with a Bedazzler the moment you - OHMYGOD THERE’S A TARANTULA IN HERE!”
“Jesus Christ!” Cassidy looked like he wanted to leap out of the car. “For fuck’s sake, someone go kill it - Cook or Adam, I don’t care…just kill the damn thing!”
“If you say so”, Adam drawled lazily, picking up the large arachnid with his bare hand. “Toys ‘R Us did a good job on this replica, if I do say so myself.”
“…that’s a fake?” Alisan eyed it warily. “Is this another one of your tricks again, Adam?”
“Of course, sugarplum”, Adam replied delightedly, turning his key in the ignition. “You are well-aware that I have always loved the ‘trick’ part of Halloween more than the ‘treat’ part.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t expect less from you, Dad”, Danny simpered prettily. “The day that I fall off my rocker is the day when you don’t have a trick up your sleeve.”
“And that is very likely NOT to happen”, Archie added. “Trust us, guys; we’ve been living with the Glambert for nearly three years now.”
“You probably see him plotting the demise of someone’s common sense over Eggs Benedict and orange juice”, Cook chuckled, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “Sometimes, you’re just too damn evil for your own good, Adam Mitchel Lambert.”
“But you wouldn’t have me any other way, right?”
For a brief moment, all those in the car stared at the so-called Glampire. He looked sexily sinister in the light of the full moon, with his dark hair shimmering and his bared fangs gleaming white. It could have been just a trick of the light, though; as he easily shifted back into regular old Adam-in-a-costume as the heavy clouds obscured the moon from view.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“This is so exciting!” Danny all but squealed as he giddily accepted a Margarita from a cute waiter. “I can’t believe I’m actually having a real Halloween party without kiddies around!”
“Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up, Danny-bee”, Alisan kissed him on the forehead. “Enjoy your youth while you can, because you may end up regretting things when you’re older.”
“I’m still capable of getting stomachaches due to too much candy”, Danny giggled, stopping in his tracks to admire the cascade of balloons, streamers and other things that hung from the ceiling. “I think I had four lollipops in a row this morning. Adam nearly killed me for it because those were supposed to be for the trick-or-treaters.”
“I hate having to say no to kids”, Adam sighed dolefully, taking a sip from his vodka mix. “They were dressed up as the Fantastic 4, too…isn’t that cute?”
“Since when did you learn to appreciate a bunch of seven-year-olds standing on your doorstep dressed in non-glittery costumes?” Cassidy wanted to know.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’ve discovered the wonder of fatherhood”, Adam grinned, his face lighting up like a child who just got a pony for his birthday. “I think I’m ready to adopt an exotic five-year-old son from the Carpathian mountain range or something. What do you guys think?”
“If that five-year-old Romanian kid is going to play dress up, give him your closet”, Danny said seriously. “He is not going to be allowed to touch my Versace trench coats and crash into my room while there is a sock on my doorknob.”
“Danny!” Archie nearly spat out his drink “Are you…doing it with Joseph?”
“Yeah”, Danny shrugged. “I invite Seph over when Adam’s busy in the studio and when you’re at soccer practice. We use protection, so you don’t have to worry about me dying.”
“And how come I don’t know about this?” Adam raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t want you to get angry with me”, Danny sighed. “I mean, you told me lots of times that I have to be careful and stuff…but Adam, I really love Seph. You know he’s a good guy, right? That’s why I invited him to dinner a few days after we started dating. He’s always gotten along great with you guys, so I was really happy. When he asked me if I wanted to do it, I said yes. I wanted it and I felt ready, so…yeah.”
“Oh, sweetheart”, Adam hugged him tightly, careful not to murder Danny with his jacket. “You know you can talk to me about these things. If Joseph loves you and makes you feel happy, then you have my blessing. Also, it’s not like you’re going to get pregnant or anything, so go frolic in the meadows. If you get hurt along the way - which I highly doubt - take it as a learning experience. It’s great to be happy, but we don’t gain anything by being happy all the time.”
“Dude, you are so friggin’ awesome”, Danny beamed. “Hey, there’s Seph. Hi, honey!”
“Hey yourself”, a tall blond man with a rangy build headed over to them, pressing a kiss to Danny’s cheek. “You make a wonderful angel, sweetheart.”
“And you make the hottest Zorro in the history of ever”, Danny giggled dreamily, practically wrapping himself around his boyfriend. “Here, sit with us.”
“This one’s empty”, Adam gestured to the empty seat next to him. “Come and rest your weary ass.”
“Hey, Adam”, Joseph Scavo greeted him. “I’ve been seeing you almost every day for the past four months, but you never cease to amuse me -”
A strange farting sound ripped through the drum beats and dance music, making everyone at their table exchange surprised glances.
“…did someone just, err, release gas into the ozone layer?” Cook blinked.
“No”, Seph chuckled, holding up the whoopee cushion he had sat on. “I just had an encounter with one of Adam’s little friends. Nice one, man.”
“Glad you liked it”, Adam grinned, raising his glass to a toast. “Happy Halloween, bitches!”
“We really are going to have to be wary of you tonight”, Cook chuckled, shaking his head. “Still, you are being pretty tame for once. Joy buzzers, stuffed tarantulas and whoopee cushions aren’t so bad.”
“Well, I thought I’d be nice for once”, Adam smirked. “I don’t want anyone to die of a heart attack because of me tonight. It’s such a pity to have your parents sign your death certificate when the rest of the world is visiting their dead relatives.”
“Speaking of the dead, are you guys up to visiting the old Borley Manor at midnight?” Alisan asked excitedly. “I heard they were going to open it tonight as a Halloween attraction.”
“That’s the old place with the cemetery backyard, isn’t it?” Archie’s eyes lit up. “I’ve only heard stories about the place, and I really, really, really want to go.”
“Count me in”, Cook grinned. “I’m always psyched for a midnight haunting.”
“How about it, Adam?” Cassidy asked, turning to his friend. “You can scare more people there.”
“You know just how to get me to say yes, don’t you?” Adam laughed. “I’m going to have a fucking contest with that house to prove just how good I am at this game.”
“You’re going to compete with a haunted house that has been scaring the townsfolk with its contributions to the rumor mill?” Danny raised an eyebrow.
“That’s typical of your father, babe”, Seph remarked, a chuckle bubbling from his lips. “I definitely want to see this go down in history, so I’ll be there.”
“Great!” Adam crowed. “Screwdrivers all around!”
“Amen!” Archie laughed, reaching for his highball glass. “Let’s toast to the Glampire - may he be successful in defeating the ghosts of the Borley family.”
Adam cackled maddeningly, feeling adrenalin surge through his veins as he raised a glass to drink to his name. He was well-aware of his reputation as the greatest prankster in town - whether it was Halloween, April Fools or just an ordinary day - and he had no intentions of losing to a dumb old house that was only good for gathering dust bunnies. If there was anything that Adam Mitchel Lambert hated, it was the possibility of losing at a game that he was so good at.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“The Borley Manor was built in 1956 by the once famous architect Wesley Burke. In fact, the story of Burke being found dead in his bathtub with his throat slit and eyes gouged out six months after the completion of the manor was the beginning of the manor’s grisly saga - ”
Adam yawned loudly, unable to mask his boredom. Sure, the house was dilapidated and dirty, but that was basically it. He wasn’t scared of a rocking chair that swayed whenever the wind blew in through the open windows or old floorboards that squeaked whenever someone stepped on them - unlike the rest of the tour group, who shrieked at every single sound not made by a human being. He had some fun scaring the silly teenage girls - well, at least those who weren’t drooling over him - with a few minor tricks, but he ended up getting bored too quickly because they all had the same annoying reaction. He didn’t have the heart to rat about ditching the tour, though, because his friends seemed to be very interested in the manor’s history. Cassidy, however, seemed to be more interested in the handsome tour guide, sauntering over to the front every so often to squeeze in a little flirting after asking some sort of random question.
At least he has something to distract him, Adam thought, disdainfully eyeing the cobwebs that littered the dilapidated banister. There’s nothing remotely interesting here and I want to go back to partying!
CLUNK.
He stopped in his tracks, whipping his head around to see where the strange sound had come from. No one else seemed to notice, though - it was evident from their ambling forward to catch up with the tour guide. Still, Adam was sure that he had heard it and he probably wasn’t going to be able to sleep later if he didn’t find out what had made that noise.
At this point, receiving his electric bill would be more exciting than sticking with the tour.
“Hey, Cassidy”, he whispered in his distracted friend’s ear. “I’m going to use the men’s room, okay?”
“Sure”, Cassidy replied dazedly. “Hey, do you think I’m sending Cale - I asked him his name five minutes ago - the right signals? He keeps stealing glances at me, but I can’t read them. I don’t know whether he’s annoyed or curious.”
“Unbutton your shirt”, Adam suggested in a hushed whisper. “Put on your best fierce face, and that historian will be all over you in five minutes flat. By the way, I hope he’s concealing a more interesting side, because his tour guide voice beats Iterax at putting me to sleep.”
With that, the Glampire snuck off, eager to do some investigating of his own. He quickly skirted up the staircase, letting the merry laughter and the frightened shrieks of planet earth die down. As soon as he pressed the sole of his boot onto the second floor landing, it felt as if he had been pulled into the pages of history. The interior of the hallway was not as damaged as that of the first floor, and he could almost sweat that there was something spiritually peaceful about this area. He closed his eyes and ambled on forward, relishing in the scent of aged pine wood and old library books. He was actually tempted to laugh since this was the perfect environment to play his role of vampire lord. It would probably be wise to curl up in the large library with an old book, simply sitting still until time came to take him away -
CLUNK.
“Hello?” he called out, his voice reverberating in the empty hall. “If there’s anyone in here - I’m sure there is, because I’m not getting any ghost vibes - do yourself a favor and come out of hiding. I’m fucking bored and I need to find something to make my life interesting.”
A giggle. “I’m in the bedroom, sweetie.”
Adam raised an eyebrow, wondering whether one of his sons had snuck up there to trick him. It was probably Danny since he was the only one loopy enough to try to outsmart his father and capable of unsolicited giggling.
“You’re not tricking me, kiddo”, he smirked, waltzing into the slightly open bedroom door. “I told you I’m the king when it comes to this - what the fuck?”
Instead of his giggling eighteen-year-old son, he was greeted by the sight of a dark 19th century-style bedroom littered with snuffed out scented candles and rose petals. What caught his attention most, though, was the scantily clad twink of a brunette nestled among the fluffy pillows on the canopy bed, looking innocent, sinful and all things rolled in between.
“…hi”, the said twink murmured shyly, holding out a glass of champagne. “A drink, my lord?”
“I’m not your ‘lord’, kiddo”, Adam crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the armadillo growing in his pants. “Which of my sons - or friends - put you up to this?”
“No one, my lord”, the brunette crooned softly, leaving his place on the bed to kneel at Adam’s feet. “Think of this as the afterlife’s present to you.”
Adam drew in a breath, silently gazing down at his ‘slave’, who looked ethereal bathed in the light of the full moon. The younger man had an earthy kind of beauty, with his mussed brown hair, chocolate doe eyes and soft pink lips. Sighing - though not unhappily - the self-proclaimed Glampire allowed his hand to card through the boy’s soft hair, resting it on his cheek. The young man moaned happily and nuzzled Adam’s half-hard cock through the leather, emitting a grunt from the taller one.
“Damn, you sure know what you’re doing”, he exhaled. “What’s your name, honey?”
“Kristopher”, the boy whispered, now moving to mouth the bulge. “Kristopher Allen, my lord.”
Adam tossed his head back, growling fiercely. This was honestly everything he had ever fantasized about, and if he was just being mindfucked by a dream of some sort, he was going to grab this opportunity and live like a lord of the night.
“My lord…may I?” Kristopher nuzzled his erection.
“Yesssssss…” Adam hissed seductively. “You earn extra points in my book if you can figure out how to get these babies off me real fast, pretty boy.”
Kristopher said nothing, but smiled at him before getting to work. He groped Adam gently; mouth still on the taller man’s clothed cock while his hands roamed his lower half. It took him awhile, but he managed to find the concealed hooks and zippers in the lining of Adam’s pants. Smiling slyly at the Glampire, Kristopher worked his way around the closures, triumphantly pulling down the leather garment to expose his hard, leaking cock to the cold air.
“Lick it, Kristopher”, Adam ordered thickly, pressing the head of his cock to Kristopher’s plump lips.
Kristopher wordlessly obeyed the command, running his tongue down the thick length in his hands. He allowed his tongue to roam over and around Adam’s cock, making the said man buck his hips harshly as the smaller boy licked it like a candy cane. For someone so cute and innocent-looking, Kristopher Allen was most certainly skilled at this.
“Now suck”, Adam grunted. “Show me how good you are at giving head.”
He groaned with pleasure as Kristopher wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, relishing in the feeling of being inside the latter’s warm mouth. He had no idea how much experience Kristopher had at this, but he wasn’t going to waste his time questioning it because the only thing that mattered was that he felt like he was going to die a blissful death fucking the boy’s mouth.
“Jesus Christ”, he muttered, grasping tufts of Kristopher’s puppy-soft hair. “I don’t know whose idea it was to hire you for me tonight, but this is fucking wonderful…”
Kristopher took more of Adam’s cock into his mouth, not stopping until the head hit the back of his throat. He carefully ran his tongue over the slit, eliciting a string of murmured curses from Adam. It seemed that he was confident in his talents, though, as he skipped the hesitant sucking Adam got from most boys and went straight to the fuck-my-mouth kind.
“…fuck!” Adam hissed, tugging harder on Kristopher’s hair. “You’re such a slut, Kristopher.”
The statement only seemed to encourage Kristopher, who immediately began to suck harder - as if he was desperate to have Adam come down his throat. Feeling that he was too close to the edge, Adam gently dislodged himself from Kristopher’s mouth, laughing softly at the hurt look on the boy’s face.
“Was I that bad…?”
“No, you were amazing, honey”, Adam promised, pulling him to his feet. “In fact, you were so amazing that I had to stop you. You know why? I want to come in that perfect ass of yours.”
Kristopher moaned softly, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks due to Adam’s words. The Glampire shot him a feral grin, pushing the smaller boy onto the bed as he divested himself of his leather duster. Things really seemed to be working in his favor since he abandoned the tour, and he was going to keep them going his way even if he had to attend the next party in just jeans and a t-shirt.
“Nice costume”, he chuckled, toying with the hem of Kristopher’s tight-fitting, glittery shorts. “What were you supposed to be for Halloween, hmm?”
“A go-go dancer”, Kristopher replied truthfully, his cheeks even redder now. “Katy - she’s my neighbor - was complaining about me being too conservative, so I thought I’d try something new.”
“Well, keep up the good work”, Adam smirked. “I’m not in the mood to deal with heaps of clothing tonight, so I appreciate your efforts to dress down to your underwear.”
“What about you?” Kris sighed happily as Adam began to trail soft kisses down the column of his throat. “Though your cock is rubbing against mine, you’re still wearing too many things.”
“Take ‘em off for me”, Adam sat up, looking smug. “You had fun with my pants, so you’ll probably enjoy figuring out the rest of my paraphernalia.”
Giggling, Kristopher sat up, getting to work on ridding Adam of his jewelry first. The necklaces and the bondage glove came off quickly, but he was taking his dear sweet time with Adam’s shirt - probably because the material was expensive and he was afraid to rip it. The Glampire watched in amusement as Kristopher unbuttoned his shirt carefully, tongue between his teeth in concentration.
“Do I have to shimmy you out of your pants, too, master?” he asked Adam coyly. “It’s going to be a little difficult for me to help you wriggle out of them because your cock is staring at me, and I kinda want to suck it again…mmph!”
Adam pulled Kristopher to him, holding him captive in a fierce kiss. Kristopher moaned, and Adam grabbed this chance to push his tongue into the other boy’s mouth, taking it captive using his own. Kristopher tasted of honey and scotch, and Adam found himself drowning in it. Suddenly, this strange yet beautiful boy was his whole world - he couldn’t care less about what was happening outside.
“I’ve got to have you”, he muttered, pulling away from Kristopher to tear at his pants. “I hope you came prepared with lube and condoms, because I don’t believe I’m thinking straight right now.”
“I don’t think you ever did”, Kristopher giggled, helping Adam tug off his pants. “Oh god, these things are damn hot, but they’re horribly difficult to take off -”
“Especially because we’re both fucking drunk”, Adam chuckled sexily, his breath hot in Kris’ ear. “You don’t have to worry about anything, though, because I’m going to fuck you real good. I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name, ya hear me? I’m going to fuck you so that all you’re going to think about for the rest of your life is my cock and how it makes you feel. You’re going to feel me in you all the way 'til Christmas and Hanukkah, honey.”
“Oh god, please!’ Kristopher begged him, moaning triumphantly when their combined efforts got Adam’s pants down to his ankles. “I want your cock, I want it so bad!”
Adam shook his head as he pulled down Kristopher’s glittery shorts. Had he been such a Good Samaritan that Santa decided to give him his Christmas present early?
“What do we have here?” he asked with a devious grin, grasping Kris’ cock. “All hard for me, I see.”
“Master, please…” Kristopher was practically clawing at him. “I need your cock inside me now!”
That plea made a wreck out of Adam. Before he even realized it, he was inside Kristopher, enveloped in the warm, wet heat of his anus. He pounded into the smaller boy, relishing the pleasured sobs and gasps the fucking elicited from him.
When he finally came, all he could see were stars.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Should we wake him up?”
“I don’t know - he’ll probably kill us for tricking him.”
“Maybe. Hey, did you save the pictures?”
“I sure did! I’ll post them on Twitpic and see what he thinks!”
Adam groaned, burying his face into the pillow in an effort to cockblock the chatty people - they sounded like Alisan and Danny to him. It was warm and comfortable where he was, and he was not in the mood to roll out of bed until he absolutely had to.
“Adam, I know you’re awake!” Alisan nudged his shoulder. “You really have to open your eyes and talk to me now because you might kill us when you’re completely sober.”
Pissed, Adam rolled over and opened one eye. “Okay, I’m listening.”
Alisan and Danny seemed to have showered and changed clothes at some point because they were both fresh-faced and dressed down in old sweatshirts. The concerned expressions on their faces, however, were downright identical.
“Look beside you, pops”, Danny said casually, trying desperately not to panic.
Frowning, Adam craned his neck to obey - and groaned. Curled up on his side was the cutest little brunette he had ever laid eyes on.
Sadly, he did not remember any of it.
“Fuck”, he scowled drowsily. “I don’t know if I’m pissed at the fact that I fucked a cute little stranger or that I can’t remember anything about our fucking session.”
“Adam, this is kind of our fault”, Alisan said hurriedly. “You see, we sort of wanted to beat you at your own game, and Cassidy decided to set you up with Kristopher - he works at the Starbucks Cass frequents. Honestly, we were just planning on luring you to this bedroom and have him toy with you a little. None of us were expecting you to actually have sex with him.”
“Ali, that was inevitable”, Adam yawned. “Though if you guys were with me, I probably wouldn’t have fucked him all the way to Hanukkah - which would have irritated me more, by the way.”
“So…you’re not mad?” Danny looked hopeful. “You won’t disown me or Archie?”
“Of course not, Little Bit”, Adam smiled tiredly. “Speaking of your brother, where is he?”
“Uhhhmm…nowhere!” Danny squeaked. “Right, Ali?”
“Right”, Alisan was nodding - way too emphatically for Adam’s tastes. “He’s nowhere.”
“That’s impossible, you benches”, Adam was at full attention now. “You’ve already tricked me into fucking Kristopher, so I don’t think we can get any worse now, can we?”
“Actually, we can”, Alisan sighed. “At some point during the tour, we realized you were missing, so we split up to look for you. I found you here, and we decided to leave you until the morning since you were naked and out like a light. Seph, Danny and I crashed at your place, Cassidy went home with the tour guide - he actually did it, mind you - and uhhhhhh, Archie went home with Cook.”
“What’s so bad about that?” Adam raised an eyebrow.
“Daddy, Archie and Cook have been dating for awhile now”, Danny quipped. “You were dead to the world last night, so Archie decided to go to Cook’s place and have sex.”
“…seriously?” Adam stared blankly at him. “My son is having sex with a friend the same age as I am? Can someone fucking shoot me now?”
“Can you guys please stop making all that noise?” a sleepy voice mumbled. “I’m trying to sleep here…”
“Sorry, Kris”, Alisan apologized. “We’ll get out of your hair now and leave you to deal with Adam.”
Adam could only stare as Kris Allen wrapped himself around his body, nuzzling his bare shoulder as he drifted back into dreamland. Alisan and Danny were stealthily exiting the bedroom, not wanting to be the objects of Adam’s defamation later on.
He really needed an aspirin now.
“…dad?” Danny poked his head back into the room.
“Yeah?” Adam still sounded dazed.
“We did get you, right…?”
“You hit a bull’s eye, dear”, Adam smiled wryly, realizing that his friends really did beat him. “I’m still at a loss on how to react to all this shit. I give this round over to you.”
Just one round, though, he thought confidently as he snuggled back into the sheets. There’s always next year to fuck things up again.