LETTERS (Part Eleven of Fifteen)
LETTERS
A Kradam Romance in Fifteen Parts
Chapter Eleven: Under the Influence
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, Cale Mills/Cassidy Haley
Rating: PG - NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, voyeurism, foul language
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Summary: Kris Allen never thought he would find a friend in the form of an old letter.
Disclaimers:I will never, ever own Kradam (or any of the other characters here, for that matter). If you know anyone featured in this fic - or worse, if you find your name here - please don’t kill me. What happens here may not be happening in real time right now, but they probably will sooner or later. Just you wait, you non-tinhatters. Just you wait.
C. Haley,
…BB, I’m totally fawning right now.
- K. Allen
K. Allen,
Of course you are - it’s the love of your life out there straddling the mic stand ;D
- C. Haley
C. Haley/K. Allen,
You’re passing notes on tissue paper in a BAR; this is very high school. ROFL.
- C. Mills
C.Mills/C. Haley,
Can it - I want to watch Adam now.
- The extremely frustrated K. Allen
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cale was right; passing notes in a bar was SO high school. Crumpling the soiled tissue paper into a ball - he had this irrational fear that Adam would see it, Kris turned his attention back to the stage, where the said man was singing Whole Lotta Love like he owned the universe. The crowd was listening to him with rapt attention, as his sensual dance moves and powerful vocals made up for his lack of skill when it came to playing instruments. Kris himself couldn’t bear to tear his gaze away from Adam, who simply exuded raw sex appeal when he was up there, one step above the rest of them like a god on a pedestal.
What was bothering him, however, was the aching hard-on the performance was giving him.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, torn between the decision to stay there until Adam finished or go to the bathroom right now to take care of his little problem. His friends would probably dismiss it as the ordinary kind of bathroom break - well, except Cassidy because he was too smart for his own good - but Adam would probably be disappointed if Kris wasn’t there to comment on his performance.
So yeah, the only thing he could do was sit there and will his erection away - which probably wouldn’t happen even after Adam’s performance. Regardless of how long it would take to die away, he had no more room to think because Adam was now throwing to add some dramatic flair as the last notes of Whole Lotta Love died away. He was greeted by deafening cheers and applause as he practically flew off the stage to rejoin his friends. As soon as the rockstar reached their table, Cale rose from his seat to lead the entire bar in toasting to Adam, which earned him a big hug from the man himself.
“You’re fucking awesome, Mills!” Adam remarked gaily, taking a huge gulp of water from Kris’ glass. “I’ve never had anyone call a toast to my performance before.”
“People would be toasting you everyday if that rule was enforced”, Cale chuckled. “Seriously, man - you got the best pipes in town. Shorty was right - you sound better live.”
“Cale!” Kris exclaimed sharply, his face red from both embarrassment and the absinthe.
“Really, sweetheart?” Adam turned to him, all smiles and bright eyes. “You said that?”
“I might have mentioned it while I was discussing music with Cale sometime”, Kris mumbled, evading Adam’s gaze. “But yeah…you sounded amazing up there, man.”
“Your opinion matters a lot, my friend”, Adam said grandly, sliding back into his place next to Kris. “I, however, think that we are all equally amazing. I’m surprised no one is worshipping us yet.”
“You, my dear, have cults in your name!” Alisan pointed out, cackling with glee. “Ever heard of groups like the Glittizens, Glamberts and Lambskanks?”
“The who, the what and the whatever?” Adam feigned confusion. “What about the Krises? I think that would totally work.”
“Oh, this one Kris Allen here is more than capable of competing with your fan groups”, Cale announced with an impish grin. “I don’t know how he is at home, but when he comes to see me and Cass, he’s a twittering Adam Lambert fan boy.”
“Haven’t you embarrassed me enough for one night, Mister Mills?” Kris sighed.
“Shorty, we’re childhood friends”, Cale raised an eyebrow. “We haven’t even reached the truth-or-dare part of our little party just yet!”
“Whatever”, Adam rolled his eyes, looping his arm around Kris. “I think Kris is cute.”
“Can you two save the mushiness for later?” Megan laughed. “Look at Cassidy and Cale - they’ve managed to keep their paws off each other.”
“That’s because we tend to get busy when we do have our paws all over each other”, Cassidy smirked. “And though that may seem hot to you little benches, I don’t think you’d want to watch.”
“I have no desire to develop voyeuristic tendencies, thank you very much”, Alisan declared. “What do you guys say to another round of drinks before heading home? It’s almost one AM.”
“I agree”, Megan nodded. “Allison might be exhausted - Ryder is a handful, sometimes.”
“I’m footing the bill for this one”, Cale announced. “Order up, everyone.”
After another round of absinthe, the semi-drunk group went their separate ways, promising to get together again next week. Adam and Kris had gone straight home, as Cale and Cassidy needed a few minutes to pack up whatever they would need for the overnight session.
“Do you even have any liquor in this house, Lambert?” Kris sprawled out on the fur rug, already tipsy.
“In storage, yeah”, Adam replied, moving over to collect some booze from the pantry shelves. “You’ve had absinthe, so I’m sure you can take Bailey’s Irish Cream and some limoncello.”
“I’m so far gone that I may drink anything”, Kris moaned, dramatically throwing an arm over his face.
“And I thought I was the drama queen in this house”, Adam teased him, returning with the said drinks and four glasses on a tray. “We need to get you drunk more often, pretty thing.”
“Y’know, your performance gave me a hard-on”, Kris squirmed on the sofa, giving Adam an eyeful of his belly. “I almost went to the bathroom to jack off.”
“I take that as a compliment, butterball”, Adam said affectionately, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Say, are you open to the idea of bunking with me up in the loft tonight? Cale and Cassidy may not want to share the sofa with you.”
“But it’s a Kris sofa”, Kris mumbled drunkenly, eyes wide. “How can they fit here?”
“Honey, people find ways”, Adam replied patiently. “Trust me; I’ve done this too many times before.”
“In that case, okay”, the Southern boy consented, smishing his face into one of the pillows.
“Great”, Adam patted him on the head. “Now, try to keep yourself up!”
“I’m awake”, Kris giggled. “Just slightly tipsy.”
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, so Adam went to get it. Cale and Cassidy joined them in the living room, both carrying small overnight bags.
“You okay, shorty?” Cale eyed Kris cryptically. “You’ve always been terrible at holding your liquor.”
“Oh, did he have too much?” Adam looked genuinely concerned.
“Nah, he’ll live”, Cale chuckled. “He’ll be dizzy and tipsy for awhile, but he goes all wild and giggly when he’s had too much to drink - it’s hilarious.”
“Gosh, Adam, this shit smells strange”, Kris uncorked the bottle of limoncello to give it a sniff.
“Give me that, Allen”, Cassidy laughed, snatching the bottle from Kris’ hands. “You only drink a quarter to a half of this per round - that’s how strong it is.”
“Pour me some”, Kris demanded, lazily tipping his head onto Adam’s shoulder. “I wanna taste.”
“His hyper spell is starting to kick in”, Cale grinned. “He is now capable of unlimited liquor intake.”
“Seriously?” Adam burst into laughter, taking a swig straight from the bottle. “This I want to see.”
“I brought this for the game”, Cassidy produced an empty Evian bottle from his bag. “I had this bad feeling that empty beer bottles may not bode well with us.”
“No breaking anything in the house, please”, Adam shot each of them a warning look. “Now that I made my rules clear, let the games begin! Cassidy, if you would do the honors…”
Kris felt a strange warmth course through his body when Adam grasped his arm to help him sit up. He sighed happily at the skin-on-skin contact, sagging against the dark-haired man. For once in his life, he was happy to be slightly drunk because it gave him an excuse to simply touch.
“So, it seems you are first on the chopping block tonight, Lambert”, Cassidy teased. “Truth or dare?”
“Let’s start on a PG level, shall we?” Adam chuckled. “Truth - fire away.”
“If you could have sex with Kris Allen in any way you want, how would that be?”
“This is so not PG-rated, Cassidy Haley!” Adam swatted him with a pillow. “You’re lucky that Kris is on the road to becoming dead-drunk tonight.”
“I do want to know, Adam”, Kris gripped the rockstar’s arm, his tone solemn. “It might be interesting.”
“You’re damn good at pushing my buttons, kid”, Adam chuckled, unable to mask the desire in his gentle gaze. “You guys may actually be surprised at my answer, because it just involves Kris, me and a nice cozy bedroom. I’ve fucked enough guys in my life to know that while whips, handcuffs and costumes are fun, they just don’t feel right when it’s your first time with someone you care about.”
“Dude, that’s the first time you’ve ever said that”, Cassidy raised an eyebrow, looking pleased. “You must love our little friend here very much.”
“I do”, Adam grinned, looping an arm around Kris. “He’s the nicest friend I’ve ever had.”
“So…I’m honeymoon suite sex material?”
“How adorable can you get?” Adam laughed. “This is exactly why I don’t feel like cuffing you to the post.”
Kris felt his cheeks redden. If Adam wanted to cuff him to a post, he probably wouldn’t object to that. When it came to Adam Lambert, there seemed to be no room for objections in his world.
“Okay, shorty”, Cale turned to him. “Your turn to spin.”
Kris spun the bottle rather clumsily - he was more far gone than the other three - and grinned at Cassidy when the mouth of the bottle pointed to him.
“Truth or dare, Cassie?”
“Truth”, Cassidy lazily stretched out on the floor. “Ask away, sweetie.”
“How big is Cale’s dick?”
“What the fuck, Kris!” Cale burst into laughter, tipping back another shot of Baileys. “Five years ago, you wouldn’t even play this game! What have you been eating lately?”
“Just Adam”, Kris said casually, trying to keep his face straight.
“Kristopher Neil Allen!” Adam shook his head, trying - and failing - to stop laughing. “If you’re going to flirt with me like this when you’re drunk, I may never let you drink again in case I get my paws on you.”
Kris giggled and curled even further into Adam, trying to give him the impression that pawing Kris Allen was perfectly legal as long as your name was Adam Lambert.
“Anyway”, he tried to sit up. “What do you say, Cassidy?”
“It’s huge”, Cassidy smirked. “I’m amazed it can even fit in me.”
“Is he like, bigger than Adam?” the words flew out of Kris’ mouth.
“Jesus Christ!” Cale choked on his drink. “Shorty, I am telling your mother that your present interest is the penis size of your friends!”
“It’s not like you guys even try to hide your bulges”, Kris rolled his eyes. “I mean, look at Adam - those pants cling to him in all the right places.”
“Well, he does have a point”, Adam chuckled, allowing Kris to climb onto his lap. “The fellow probably won’t remember any of this come morning.”
“I sure hope so”, Cale crossed his fingers momentarily before flicking the bottle with his finger. “Aha, I get to make a fool out of you now, shorty! Truth or dare?”
“Dare”, Kris said, giggling into Adam’s shoulder.
“Since you’re so into Adam tonight, why don’t you make out with him?”
Kris peered up at Adam, trying to gage his response. He was met with that same look from earlier - gentle smile with smoldering lust.
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you”, he said softly.
“A dare’s a dare”, Adam smirked. “Hopefully, having your first man kiss with me may be a good memory.”
“I think so, too”, Kris said pleasantly, kneeling between Adam’s legs. “For the record, this is going to be my first kiss, so I’m probably not going to be very good at this.”
“Wait, wha - mmph!”
Kris pressed his lips to Adam’s, eager to get the rockstar to stop talking so he could learn how good Adam was with his hands. Adam stiffened; clearly surprised at the course Kris’ actions had taken. It only lasted for a second or two, though, because he pressed his hand down on Kris’ nape, angling him a little so their mouths fit together more snugly and - oh. Kris sighed happily as Adam claimed his mouth roughly, thinking that he might never want to stop kissing Adam if he could feel like this forever. All coherent thought died when Adam pushed his tongue into his mouth, making Kris feel like the most wanted man in the world. He explored Adam’s mouth with his own tongue, trying to map it out and imprint every ridge and curve into his memory.
Unfortunately, oxygen was a necessity to every human being.
“…wow”, he heard Cale mutter from across him. “That was fucking hot.”
“And I caught it on video”, Cassidy smirked, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “Cale, did you get the stills I asked you to?”
“Right here, baby”, Cale brandished his digital camera. “Don’t worry, I’m going to email copies.”
“So you two were fucking plotting against us?” Adam turned accusatory eyes on the other two, trying hard not to laugh. “Damn, I should be furious or something, but I’m not.”
“That’s because we can provide you mementos of your first ever kiss with Kris Allen”, Cassidy stuck his tongue out at Adam. “Now, enough yapping and more playing!”
It was Adam’s turn to spin, and with a twist of fate, Cale found himself at the bottle’s mercy.
“Going for revenge, Lambert? Make it good, because I’m already going for the dare option.”
“Give Kris a lap dance”, Adam grinned evilly, plugging his iPod into the speakers to select a song.
After Cale’s terrible-yet-hilarious lap dance, the foursome forgot all about the game and continued to drink to their hearts' content, which involved yet another bottle of limoncello. By the time all three bottles were empty, they were nearly passed out on the rug, laughing like morons over jokes that weren’t even funny.
“Kris, we should get going”, Adam nudged the Southern boy. “If we stay here any longer, we’re going to wind up sleeping in our clothes on the fucking rug.”
“What’s so bad about that?” Kris muttered. “I’m too tired to stand.”
“I’m not going to allow you to share the bed with me reeking of alcohol and nightclub sweat”, Adam grunted, forcibly pulling Kris to his feet. “I am far too cultured for the likes of that.”
“See you in the morning, guys”, Cale murmured drowsily, attempting to remove Cassidy’s lace-up boots. “I need to get Cass and myself into the shower.”
“Good luck with that, man”, Adam replied, torn between trying to steady Kris and making sure they wouldn’t fall off the stairs. “I need to get a toothbrush in my mouth soon, or I just might die.”
Kris was aware that Adam was trying to drag him up the stairs - he really wanted to help out, but he felt as dead as a log. Besides, contributing some effort would probably make it harder for the both of them.
“Bathroom first”, Adam grunted, pushing the glass door open with his hip. “Stay right here, Kris - I’m going to the bedroom to get us both some clothes.”
Kris nodded and pressed his forehead to the bathroom mirror, relishing in the cold feel of the glass against his skin. Suddenly feeling very hot, he toed off his sneakers and struggled to undo the buttons of the tight-fitting shirt Adam made him wear, cursing drunkenly whenever his fingers slipped.
“You holding up okay, baby?” Adam asked softly, tossing their pajamas onto the marble counter.
“Buttons”, Kris sighed mournfully. “My fingers just won’t work properly.”
“Here, let me help you.”
It amazed Kris how Adam could trigger a sexual reaction from him just by standing close. As soon as Adam began to work on his buttons, Kris felt his cock go from limp to semi-hard, a clear sign that his hormones responded way too well to the dark-haired rockstar.
“…there you go”, Adam breathed, pushing the shirt off Kris’ shoulders, his eyes darkening as he watched it fall to the floor. “Need help with anything else?”
“I think I’m good”, Kris said shakily. “What about you? You dress so much more complicatedly than me.”
“True”, Adam chuckled breathlessly. “I’m fine, though - fingers are more nimble than yours right now.”
“Okay”, Kris nodded, pushing his jeans to the floor with one swift tug.
He stood still for a moment, loving how Adam’s eyes darkened with lust as he digested the sight of a nearly naked Kris in his briefs. Kris knew for a fact that the telltale wet spot on his underwear did nothing to disguise his arousal. Adam’s eyes lingered on him as he continued to undress, giving Kris a clear view of his broad, freckled shoulders, defined pectorals and sculpted torso.
Fuck.
Adam continued to strip, his eyes never leaving Kris’. The Southern boy felt his breath hitch every time another article of clothing fell to the floor, exposing more of Adam’s freckled skin. He had never wanted to touch anyone so badly in his life. Drawing in a deep breath, he hooked his fingers on the elastic holding his briefs up and kicked them away, relishing at the sight of Adam’s lustful expression.
“You’re perfect”, the rockstar murmured, eyeing his naked body appreciatively. “Bloody fucking perfect.”
“…Adam”, Kris whispered, moving closer to the taller man. “It’s okay - you can touch me.”
“Kris, you’re drunk”, Adam pushed him away gently. “Just put on some clothes and go to bed, okay?”
“But -”
“No”, Adam pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Baby, we can’t; I care about you way too much for this. It’s just the alcohol talking, okay? Now, let’s get you dressed - you’ll catch a cold.”
Kris clung to Adam like a child would to a parent, letting the older man dress him. He eventually dropped off to sleep, blissfully unaware of being tucked into bed with a gentle kiss goodnight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Water.
That was the first thought that came to Kris Allen’s mind as soon as his eyes flew open. He sat up groggily, trying not to wake Adam, who was snoring lightly next to him.
Adam.
Kris buried his face in his hands, trying not to groan too loudly as the memories of what had just transpired came rushing back to him in full force. He had blatantly flirted with Adam during the truth-or-dare game and even came onto him in the buff while they were getting ready for bed. To be honest, he was surprised that Adam carried him to bed and not outside the window.
“I’m sorry, Adam”, he whispered softly, brushing a few hairs out of Adam’s face.
He reached for his glasses on the bureau and slipped his feet into some bedroom slippers, deciding on a quick bathroom detour - he really, really needed to go - before quenching his thirst. Upon reaching the bathroom, he splashed some water on his face, relieved that he had no migraine to deal with. He wasn’t used to drinking - hence the embarrassing stunts he’d pulled - so he had been expecting some sort of a hangover the moment he woke up. Sighing, he studied his reflection in the mirror, wondering what on earth had pushed Adam to call him ‘perfect’. He’d met several guys who were small, Southern and brunette like him - even Adam’s ex-beau Brad was no exception - and failed to find anything spectacular about his kind. He felt almost relieved that Adam didn’t agree to sleep with him because in his conscious state, he wasn’t sure of anything at all.
Still, it had felt nice to be wanted - the kiss he’d shared with Adam had cemented that.
A series of short gasps from the downstairs stairwell interrupted his thoughts. Concerned, Kris hurriedly shut off the sink and crept down the stairs, almost afraid of what he would see.
“Cassidy?” he asked softly, peering over the rail from the landing. “Cale?”
He heard Cassidy moan, low and sensual, obviously deaf to Kris’ voice. The soft moans were followed by a guttural growl - Cale - giving Kris the idea of what was actually happening.
“Cale, Cale!” he heard Cassidy cry out. “Please - oh my god, please!”
Kris gripped the railing tighter, not at all used to hearing Cassidy sound so broken and desperate. Going against his better judgment, he moved closer, suddenly yearning to see this for himself. All the lights were turned out, but the full moon was peeking through the curtains, giving Kris the perfect view of a scene he thought existed only in romance novels. Cassidy was naked, sprawled on the sofa with his long bronze legs wrapped around an equally nude Cale, who was pounding into him relentlessly, extracting pleasured sounds from Cassidy.
It was the hottest thing Kris had ever laid eyes on.
Hastily, he undid the knot of his sleep pants to reach for his rock-hard erection, stuffing the end of his shirt into his mouth to muffle his moans. He continued to watch his friends fuck on the sofa, pumping his cock in time with Cale’s thrusts. It amazed him how he had never been so turned on in his life - the porn movies Daniel used to sneak in when they were teenagers never really did the trick. In his mind, however, Adam was bent over him, fisting his leaking cock while fucking him into oblivion.
“Oh, Adam…” he whispered, tipping his head back. “God, fuck me hard -”
A large black-tipped hand clamped itself over his mouth, silencing him swiftly. Kris moaned softly as Adam swatted his hand away from his cock, only to replace it with his own.
“Bedroom”, Adam hissed in his ear. “Now.”
The rockstar hoisted Kris into his arms, mouth greedily seeking the Southern boy’s even before they collapsed onto the bed, a hopeless tangle of limbs.
“I was trying to fucking resist you earlier, you know?” Adam growled, nipping at Kris’ neck. “You had no idea how hard seeing you naked made me - it was all I could do not to bend you over the tub and fuck you right there. Jesus, Kris…I almost thought you were one of ‘em straight boys.”
“I want you, Adam”, Kris murmured, running his palms along the plane of Adam’s broad back. “Your performance tonight made me so hard that I ached to touch myself…”
“But you’d rather it be my hand, right?” Adam pulled Kris’ shirt over his head. “You want my lips on yours, my hands on your dick and my cock in your ass, right?”
“Yes, Adam, yes!” Kris panted, broken and wrecked with need. “I need you - all of you.”
“And you’re going to have me, baby”, Adam murmured, bending down to take a nipple into his mouth. “You’re going to get every inch of my love.”
Kris moaned with pleasure as Adam licked, bit and sucked at his nipples, welcoming the strange sensations flooding into his body. As a young boy, he’d never given much thought to sex, as his love for music just seemed so much more fulfilling. He never saw the need to hold a woman in such a way despite seeing the x-rated movies his friends jacked off to.
It took meeting Adam Lambert to realize that he wanted to be held by a man.
Adam kissed his way down Kris’ stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into his bellybutton, giving it a treatment that Kris desired on another part of his anatomy. Wanting to divert Adam’s attention, he wriggled out of his sleep pants, exposing his aching cock to the cool night air.
“Adam, I want…” he whispered, rubbing the growing bulge in Adam’s pants.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
Adam flung his pants off, now naked and powerful above Kris. The brunette’s eyes widened at the size and girth of Adam’s cock, rock-hard and curving towards his stomach. He knew it was big - he had asked Cassidy and Alisan about the famous glambulge before - but he never thought Adam’s cock would look this intimidating and tempting in 3D.
…not that he ever thought about it, really.
Whimpering softly, Kris reached out to stroke it, loving how Adam hissed with pleasure at the touch. He loved how wet, warm and huge it was in his hands, wondering how it was going to feel when Adam finally entered him.
“Fuck, Kris…” Adam groaned. “That feels so fucking good!”
“I want more, Adam”, Kris found himself saying, jerking away at Adam’s cock as if the world was going to end soon. “I don’t know what I want, but I just want more.”
“Hmmmm.”
Adam reversed his position over Kris, which meant that their mouths were now at level with each other’s cocks. Kris immediately took hold of Adam’s cock again, his tongue darting out for the first taste.
“Jesus Christ, Kristopher”, Adam growled. “Let’s see who going to stop talking first.”
Kris greedily sucked on Adam’s cock, receiving the pleasure he was giving threefold as Adam mouthed his cock with the same fervor. Kris couldn’t help but simply love the feeling of sucking while being sucked in return - by a larger, more dominating man, no less. It was as if everything he’d ever questioned was finally falling into place, and his reason for leaving Conway was coming into view.
“Turn over”, Adam said breathlessly, crawling off Kris. “I need to fuck you now, babe.”
Kris did as he was told, his heart pounding for various reasons. Adam propped a few pillows behind his head in an effort to make him comfortable, then settled in between his legs, retrieving some lube and a condom from the bureau.
“This is going to hurt a little, okay?” he murmured. “If you want me to stop anytime, just say so.”
“Okay”, Kris nodded. “But I can take the pain, Adam. I’m not as fragile as you think.”
“You’re the strongest person I know, baby”, Adam pressed a quick kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Now, open your legs for me.”
Kris obeyed, revealing his most secret pucker of flesh to Adam. The dark-haired man just gazed lustfully at what was being offered to him, drinking his fill before moving to coat his fingers with lube. He rubbed them against the outer ring of Kris’ hole first, and then slipped his index finger in. Kris squirmed a little at the alien sensation, trying to get used to the sensation of being filled.
“You okay?” Adam asked quietly, continuing to probe around Kris’ entrance with his finger.
“Yeah”, Kris replied shakily. “It’s just a little cold, that’s all.”
“You’ll heat up pretty soon”, Adam whispered in his ear. “My dick is anything but cold.”
He tilted Kris’ chin up, leaning in for another bruising kiss. Kris moaned into Adam’s mouth, highly sensitized by the feeling of two - then three - fingers inside him. It had been painful at first, but the pleasure quickly overrode the pain, bringing him nothing but bliss and the desire for more.
“Adam, Adam!” he moaned, raking his nails down Adam’s back. “I want - I want…”
“What is it, baby?” Adam purred, fucking him faster with his fingers. “Tell me what you want.”
“I need you inside me”, Kris murmured. “I want you to fuck me, Adam.”
Adam pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then moved away momentarily to reach for the condom. Kris sat up and took it from him, locking eyes with him.
“Let me do it.”
He tore open the packet and rolled it over Adam’s cock, slicking it with lube after.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Kris lay back down on the bed and spread his legs, his gaze sweet and trusting.
“Ohgod, baby”, Adam pressed his forehead to Kris’. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”
“I want it”, Kris whispered. “I want you.”
“Just breathe, okay?” Adam positioned his cock at Kris’ entrance. “This is going to hurt like hell at the beginning, so I need you to stay with me and keep breathing.”
Kris sucked in a deep breath as Adam slowly pushed into him, filling him up inch by agonizing inch. It felt strange to have something penetrate him, and it hurt far more than Adam’s fingers because his muscles weren’t accustomed to being stretched that way.
“Adam”, he gasped. “It hurts…ohgod.”
“Look at me, baby”, Adam whispered softly, petting his hair with his free hand. “It’s going to get better.”
Kris nodded shakily, pulling Adam into another kiss as a means of distraction. He moaned when he felt Adam’s groin press flush against his buttcheeks, because it meant that the dark-haired man was finally fully inside him.
“Are you feeling alright?” Adam asked softly, brushing the hair out of Kris’ face.
“Yes”, Kris breathed, rubbing Adam’s forearms. “…move, please.”
Adam lifted himself up until he was halfway out of Kris, and then pushed back in again, earning a soft moan from the Southern boy. He kept the rhythm going for awhile, trying to find the spot that would make Kris see stars.
“Ohgod, Adam!” Kris gasped, clawing at his shoulder. “...what did you just do?”
“You mean this?”
Adam angled his thrusts differently, hitting that spot dead-on. Kris practically screamed in pleasure, lifting his hips up to meet Adam in the middle.
“Faster, Adam, please!”
“You feel so fucking good, baby”, Adam panted, moving in for a sloppy kiss. “I’ve never fucked an ass this tight before - oh god, I’m close.”
“I am, too…ohhhhhhhhhhh”, Kris threw his head back, exposing his throat for Adam to pepper kisses on. “God, Adam! I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”
“Let me break you, darling”, Adam rasped, pistoning his hips faster, his thrusts growing erratic.
Kris surrendered himself to the throes of his orgasm, which came hard and fast. He lay in a boneless heap as Adam continued to fuck him, sweat dripping down his beautiful face, his jaw set in a tight clench. The brunette couldn’t help but lean up and press his lips to Adam’s in a lazy kiss, swallowing Adam’s groans as he too came down from his high. Adam collapsed on his chest, his breath coming out in gasps. Kris could do nothing but wrap his arms around the rockstar, feeling pretty done in.
“…go to sleep, Kris”, Adam said quietly, pulling out of Kris so he could spoon him from behind.
Kris didn’t even stay up long enough to hear those words.
A Kradam Romance in Fifteen Parts
Chapter Eleven: Under the Influence
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, Cale Mills/Cassidy Haley
Rating: PG - NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, voyeurism, foul language
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Summary: Kris Allen never thought he would find a friend in the form of an old letter.
Disclaimers:I will never, ever own Kradam (or any of the other characters here, for that matter). If you know anyone featured in this fic - or worse, if you find your name here - please don’t kill me. What happens here may not be happening in real time right now, but they probably will sooner or later. Just you wait, you non-tinhatters. Just you wait.
C. Haley,
…BB, I’m totally fawning right now.
- K. Allen
K. Allen,
Of course you are - it’s the love of your life out there straddling the mic stand ;D
- C. Haley
C. Haley/K. Allen,
You’re passing notes on tissue paper in a BAR; this is very high school. ROFL.
- C. Mills
C.Mills/C. Haley,
Can it - I want to watch Adam now.
- The extremely frustrated K. Allen
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Cale was right; passing notes in a bar was SO high school. Crumpling the soiled tissue paper into a ball - he had this irrational fear that Adam would see it, Kris turned his attention back to the stage, where the said man was singing Whole Lotta Love like he owned the universe. The crowd was listening to him with rapt attention, as his sensual dance moves and powerful vocals made up for his lack of skill when it came to playing instruments. Kris himself couldn’t bear to tear his gaze away from Adam, who simply exuded raw sex appeal when he was up there, one step above the rest of them like a god on a pedestal.
What was bothering him, however, was the aching hard-on the performance was giving him.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, torn between the decision to stay there until Adam finished or go to the bathroom right now to take care of his little problem. His friends would probably dismiss it as the ordinary kind of bathroom break - well, except Cassidy because he was too smart for his own good - but Adam would probably be disappointed if Kris wasn’t there to comment on his performance.
So yeah, the only thing he could do was sit there and will his erection away - which probably wouldn’t happen even after Adam’s performance. Regardless of how long it would take to die away, he had no more room to think because Adam was now throwing to add some dramatic flair as the last notes of Whole Lotta Love died away. He was greeted by deafening cheers and applause as he practically flew off the stage to rejoin his friends. As soon as the rockstar reached their table, Cale rose from his seat to lead the entire bar in toasting to Adam, which earned him a big hug from the man himself.
“You’re fucking awesome, Mills!” Adam remarked gaily, taking a huge gulp of water from Kris’ glass. “I’ve never had anyone call a toast to my performance before.”
“People would be toasting you everyday if that rule was enforced”, Cale chuckled. “Seriously, man - you got the best pipes in town. Shorty was right - you sound better live.”
“Cale!” Kris exclaimed sharply, his face red from both embarrassment and the absinthe.
“Really, sweetheart?” Adam turned to him, all smiles and bright eyes. “You said that?”
“I might have mentioned it while I was discussing music with Cale sometime”, Kris mumbled, evading Adam’s gaze. “But yeah…you sounded amazing up there, man.”
“Your opinion matters a lot, my friend”, Adam said grandly, sliding back into his place next to Kris. “I, however, think that we are all equally amazing. I’m surprised no one is worshipping us yet.”
“You, my dear, have cults in your name!” Alisan pointed out, cackling with glee. “Ever heard of groups like the Glittizens, Glamberts and Lambskanks?”
“The who, the what and the whatever?” Adam feigned confusion. “What about the Krises? I think that would totally work.”
“Oh, this one Kris Allen here is more than capable of competing with your fan groups”, Cale announced with an impish grin. “I don’t know how he is at home, but when he comes to see me and Cass, he’s a twittering Adam Lambert fan boy.”
“Haven’t you embarrassed me enough for one night, Mister Mills?” Kris sighed.
“Shorty, we’re childhood friends”, Cale raised an eyebrow. “We haven’t even reached the truth-or-dare part of our little party just yet!”
“Whatever”, Adam rolled his eyes, looping his arm around Kris. “I think Kris is cute.”
“Can you two save the mushiness for later?” Megan laughed. “Look at Cassidy and Cale - they’ve managed to keep their paws off each other.”
“That’s because we tend to get busy when we do have our paws all over each other”, Cassidy smirked. “And though that may seem hot to you little benches, I don’t think you’d want to watch.”
“I have no desire to develop voyeuristic tendencies, thank you very much”, Alisan declared. “What do you guys say to another round of drinks before heading home? It’s almost one AM.”
“I agree”, Megan nodded. “Allison might be exhausted - Ryder is a handful, sometimes.”
“I’m footing the bill for this one”, Cale announced. “Order up, everyone.”
After another round of absinthe, the semi-drunk group went their separate ways, promising to get together again next week. Adam and Kris had gone straight home, as Cale and Cassidy needed a few minutes to pack up whatever they would need for the overnight session.
“Do you even have any liquor in this house, Lambert?” Kris sprawled out on the fur rug, already tipsy.
“In storage, yeah”, Adam replied, moving over to collect some booze from the pantry shelves. “You’ve had absinthe, so I’m sure you can take Bailey’s Irish Cream and some limoncello.”
“I’m so far gone that I may drink anything”, Kris moaned, dramatically throwing an arm over his face.
“And I thought I was the drama queen in this house”, Adam teased him, returning with the said drinks and four glasses on a tray. “We need to get you drunk more often, pretty thing.”
“Y’know, your performance gave me a hard-on”, Kris squirmed on the sofa, giving Adam an eyeful of his belly. “I almost went to the bathroom to jack off.”
“I take that as a compliment, butterball”, Adam said affectionately, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Say, are you open to the idea of bunking with me up in the loft tonight? Cale and Cassidy may not want to share the sofa with you.”
“But it’s a Kris sofa”, Kris mumbled drunkenly, eyes wide. “How can they fit here?”
“Honey, people find ways”, Adam replied patiently. “Trust me; I’ve done this too many times before.”
“In that case, okay”, the Southern boy consented, smishing his face into one of the pillows.
“Great”, Adam patted him on the head. “Now, try to keep yourself up!”
“I’m awake”, Kris giggled. “Just slightly tipsy.”
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, so Adam went to get it. Cale and Cassidy joined them in the living room, both carrying small overnight bags.
“You okay, shorty?” Cale eyed Kris cryptically. “You’ve always been terrible at holding your liquor.”
“Oh, did he have too much?” Adam looked genuinely concerned.
“Nah, he’ll live”, Cale chuckled. “He’ll be dizzy and tipsy for awhile, but he goes all wild and giggly when he’s had too much to drink - it’s hilarious.”
“Gosh, Adam, this shit smells strange”, Kris uncorked the bottle of limoncello to give it a sniff.
“Give me that, Allen”, Cassidy laughed, snatching the bottle from Kris’ hands. “You only drink a quarter to a half of this per round - that’s how strong it is.”
“Pour me some”, Kris demanded, lazily tipping his head onto Adam’s shoulder. “I wanna taste.”
“His hyper spell is starting to kick in”, Cale grinned. “He is now capable of unlimited liquor intake.”
“Seriously?” Adam burst into laughter, taking a swig straight from the bottle. “This I want to see.”
“I brought this for the game”, Cassidy produced an empty Evian bottle from his bag. “I had this bad feeling that empty beer bottles may not bode well with us.”
“No breaking anything in the house, please”, Adam shot each of them a warning look. “Now that I made my rules clear, let the games begin! Cassidy, if you would do the honors…”
Kris felt a strange warmth course through his body when Adam grasped his arm to help him sit up. He sighed happily at the skin-on-skin contact, sagging against the dark-haired man. For once in his life, he was happy to be slightly drunk because it gave him an excuse to simply touch.
“So, it seems you are first on the chopping block tonight, Lambert”, Cassidy teased. “Truth or dare?”
“Let’s start on a PG level, shall we?” Adam chuckled. “Truth - fire away.”
“If you could have sex with Kris Allen in any way you want, how would that be?”
“This is so not PG-rated, Cassidy Haley!” Adam swatted him with a pillow. “You’re lucky that Kris is on the road to becoming dead-drunk tonight.”
“I do want to know, Adam”, Kris gripped the rockstar’s arm, his tone solemn. “It might be interesting.”
“You’re damn good at pushing my buttons, kid”, Adam chuckled, unable to mask the desire in his gentle gaze. “You guys may actually be surprised at my answer, because it just involves Kris, me and a nice cozy bedroom. I’ve fucked enough guys in my life to know that while whips, handcuffs and costumes are fun, they just don’t feel right when it’s your first time with someone you care about.”
“Dude, that’s the first time you’ve ever said that”, Cassidy raised an eyebrow, looking pleased. “You must love our little friend here very much.”
“I do”, Adam grinned, looping an arm around Kris. “He’s the nicest friend I’ve ever had.”
“So…I’m honeymoon suite sex material?”
“How adorable can you get?” Adam laughed. “This is exactly why I don’t feel like cuffing you to the post.”
Kris felt his cheeks redden. If Adam wanted to cuff him to a post, he probably wouldn’t object to that. When it came to Adam Lambert, there seemed to be no room for objections in his world.
“Okay, shorty”, Cale turned to him. “Your turn to spin.”
Kris spun the bottle rather clumsily - he was more far gone than the other three - and grinned at Cassidy when the mouth of the bottle pointed to him.
“Truth or dare, Cassie?”
“Truth”, Cassidy lazily stretched out on the floor. “Ask away, sweetie.”
“How big is Cale’s dick?”
“What the fuck, Kris!” Cale burst into laughter, tipping back another shot of Baileys. “Five years ago, you wouldn’t even play this game! What have you been eating lately?”
“Just Adam”, Kris said casually, trying to keep his face straight.
“Kristopher Neil Allen!” Adam shook his head, trying - and failing - to stop laughing. “If you’re going to flirt with me like this when you’re drunk, I may never let you drink again in case I get my paws on you.”
Kris giggled and curled even further into Adam, trying to give him the impression that pawing Kris Allen was perfectly legal as long as your name was Adam Lambert.
“Anyway”, he tried to sit up. “What do you say, Cassidy?”
“It’s huge”, Cassidy smirked. “I’m amazed it can even fit in me.”
“Is he like, bigger than Adam?” the words flew out of Kris’ mouth.
“Jesus Christ!” Cale choked on his drink. “Shorty, I am telling your mother that your present interest is the penis size of your friends!”
“It’s not like you guys even try to hide your bulges”, Kris rolled his eyes. “I mean, look at Adam - those pants cling to him in all the right places.”
“Well, he does have a point”, Adam chuckled, allowing Kris to climb onto his lap. “The fellow probably won’t remember any of this come morning.”
“I sure hope so”, Cale crossed his fingers momentarily before flicking the bottle with his finger. “Aha, I get to make a fool out of you now, shorty! Truth or dare?”
“Dare”, Kris said, giggling into Adam’s shoulder.
“Since you’re so into Adam tonight, why don’t you make out with him?”
Kris peered up at Adam, trying to gage his response. He was met with that same look from earlier - gentle smile with smoldering lust.
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you”, he said softly.
“A dare’s a dare”, Adam smirked. “Hopefully, having your first man kiss with me may be a good memory.”
“I think so, too”, Kris said pleasantly, kneeling between Adam’s legs. “For the record, this is going to be my first kiss, so I’m probably not going to be very good at this.”
“Wait, wha - mmph!”
Kris pressed his lips to Adam’s, eager to get the rockstar to stop talking so he could learn how good Adam was with his hands. Adam stiffened; clearly surprised at the course Kris’ actions had taken. It only lasted for a second or two, though, because he pressed his hand down on Kris’ nape, angling him a little so their mouths fit together more snugly and - oh. Kris sighed happily as Adam claimed his mouth roughly, thinking that he might never want to stop kissing Adam if he could feel like this forever. All coherent thought died when Adam pushed his tongue into his mouth, making Kris feel like the most wanted man in the world. He explored Adam’s mouth with his own tongue, trying to map it out and imprint every ridge and curve into his memory.
Unfortunately, oxygen was a necessity to every human being.
“…wow”, he heard Cale mutter from across him. “That was fucking hot.”
“And I caught it on video”, Cassidy smirked, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “Cale, did you get the stills I asked you to?”
“Right here, baby”, Cale brandished his digital camera. “Don’t worry, I’m going to email copies.”
“So you two were fucking plotting against us?” Adam turned accusatory eyes on the other two, trying hard not to laugh. “Damn, I should be furious or something, but I’m not.”
“That’s because we can provide you mementos of your first ever kiss with Kris Allen”, Cassidy stuck his tongue out at Adam. “Now, enough yapping and more playing!”
It was Adam’s turn to spin, and with a twist of fate, Cale found himself at the bottle’s mercy.
“Going for revenge, Lambert? Make it good, because I’m already going for the dare option.”
“Give Kris a lap dance”, Adam grinned evilly, plugging his iPod into the speakers to select a song.
After Cale’s terrible-yet-hilarious lap dance, the foursome forgot all about the game and continued to drink to their hearts' content, which involved yet another bottle of limoncello. By the time all three bottles were empty, they were nearly passed out on the rug, laughing like morons over jokes that weren’t even funny.
“Kris, we should get going”, Adam nudged the Southern boy. “If we stay here any longer, we’re going to wind up sleeping in our clothes on the fucking rug.”
“What’s so bad about that?” Kris muttered. “I’m too tired to stand.”
“I’m not going to allow you to share the bed with me reeking of alcohol and nightclub sweat”, Adam grunted, forcibly pulling Kris to his feet. “I am far too cultured for the likes of that.”
“See you in the morning, guys”, Cale murmured drowsily, attempting to remove Cassidy’s lace-up boots. “I need to get Cass and myself into the shower.”
“Good luck with that, man”, Adam replied, torn between trying to steady Kris and making sure they wouldn’t fall off the stairs. “I need to get a toothbrush in my mouth soon, or I just might die.”
Kris was aware that Adam was trying to drag him up the stairs - he really wanted to help out, but he felt as dead as a log. Besides, contributing some effort would probably make it harder for the both of them.
“Bathroom first”, Adam grunted, pushing the glass door open with his hip. “Stay right here, Kris - I’m going to the bedroom to get us both some clothes.”
Kris nodded and pressed his forehead to the bathroom mirror, relishing in the cold feel of the glass against his skin. Suddenly feeling very hot, he toed off his sneakers and struggled to undo the buttons of the tight-fitting shirt Adam made him wear, cursing drunkenly whenever his fingers slipped.
“You holding up okay, baby?” Adam asked softly, tossing their pajamas onto the marble counter.
“Buttons”, Kris sighed mournfully. “My fingers just won’t work properly.”
“Here, let me help you.”
It amazed Kris how Adam could trigger a sexual reaction from him just by standing close. As soon as Adam began to work on his buttons, Kris felt his cock go from limp to semi-hard, a clear sign that his hormones responded way too well to the dark-haired rockstar.
“…there you go”, Adam breathed, pushing the shirt off Kris’ shoulders, his eyes darkening as he watched it fall to the floor. “Need help with anything else?”
“I think I’m good”, Kris said shakily. “What about you? You dress so much more complicatedly than me.”
“True”, Adam chuckled breathlessly. “I’m fine, though - fingers are more nimble than yours right now.”
“Okay”, Kris nodded, pushing his jeans to the floor with one swift tug.
He stood still for a moment, loving how Adam’s eyes darkened with lust as he digested the sight of a nearly naked Kris in his briefs. Kris knew for a fact that the telltale wet spot on his underwear did nothing to disguise his arousal. Adam’s eyes lingered on him as he continued to undress, giving Kris a clear view of his broad, freckled shoulders, defined pectorals and sculpted torso.
Fuck.
Adam continued to strip, his eyes never leaving Kris’. The Southern boy felt his breath hitch every time another article of clothing fell to the floor, exposing more of Adam’s freckled skin. He had never wanted to touch anyone so badly in his life. Drawing in a deep breath, he hooked his fingers on the elastic holding his briefs up and kicked them away, relishing at the sight of Adam’s lustful expression.
“You’re perfect”, the rockstar murmured, eyeing his naked body appreciatively. “Bloody fucking perfect.”
“…Adam”, Kris whispered, moving closer to the taller man. “It’s okay - you can touch me.”
“Kris, you’re drunk”, Adam pushed him away gently. “Just put on some clothes and go to bed, okay?”
“But -”
“No”, Adam pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Baby, we can’t; I care about you way too much for this. It’s just the alcohol talking, okay? Now, let’s get you dressed - you’ll catch a cold.”
Kris clung to Adam like a child would to a parent, letting the older man dress him. He eventually dropped off to sleep, blissfully unaware of being tucked into bed with a gentle kiss goodnight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Water.
That was the first thought that came to Kris Allen’s mind as soon as his eyes flew open. He sat up groggily, trying not to wake Adam, who was snoring lightly next to him.
Adam.
Kris buried his face in his hands, trying not to groan too loudly as the memories of what had just transpired came rushing back to him in full force. He had blatantly flirted with Adam during the truth-or-dare game and even came onto him in the buff while they were getting ready for bed. To be honest, he was surprised that Adam carried him to bed and not outside the window.
“I’m sorry, Adam”, he whispered softly, brushing a few hairs out of Adam’s face.
He reached for his glasses on the bureau and slipped his feet into some bedroom slippers, deciding on a quick bathroom detour - he really, really needed to go - before quenching his thirst. Upon reaching the bathroom, he splashed some water on his face, relieved that he had no migraine to deal with. He wasn’t used to drinking - hence the embarrassing stunts he’d pulled - so he had been expecting some sort of a hangover the moment he woke up. Sighing, he studied his reflection in the mirror, wondering what on earth had pushed Adam to call him ‘perfect’. He’d met several guys who were small, Southern and brunette like him - even Adam’s ex-beau Brad was no exception - and failed to find anything spectacular about his kind. He felt almost relieved that Adam didn’t agree to sleep with him because in his conscious state, he wasn’t sure of anything at all.
Still, it had felt nice to be wanted - the kiss he’d shared with Adam had cemented that.
A series of short gasps from the downstairs stairwell interrupted his thoughts. Concerned, Kris hurriedly shut off the sink and crept down the stairs, almost afraid of what he would see.
“Cassidy?” he asked softly, peering over the rail from the landing. “Cale?”
He heard Cassidy moan, low and sensual, obviously deaf to Kris’ voice. The soft moans were followed by a guttural growl - Cale - giving Kris the idea of what was actually happening.
“Cale, Cale!” he heard Cassidy cry out. “Please - oh my god, please!”
Kris gripped the railing tighter, not at all used to hearing Cassidy sound so broken and desperate. Going against his better judgment, he moved closer, suddenly yearning to see this for himself. All the lights were turned out, but the full moon was peeking through the curtains, giving Kris the perfect view of a scene he thought existed only in romance novels. Cassidy was naked, sprawled on the sofa with his long bronze legs wrapped around an equally nude Cale, who was pounding into him relentlessly, extracting pleasured sounds from Cassidy.
It was the hottest thing Kris had ever laid eyes on.
Hastily, he undid the knot of his sleep pants to reach for his rock-hard erection, stuffing the end of his shirt into his mouth to muffle his moans. He continued to watch his friends fuck on the sofa, pumping his cock in time with Cale’s thrusts. It amazed him how he had never been so turned on in his life - the porn movies Daniel used to sneak in when they were teenagers never really did the trick. In his mind, however, Adam was bent over him, fisting his leaking cock while fucking him into oblivion.
“Oh, Adam…” he whispered, tipping his head back. “God, fuck me hard -”
A large black-tipped hand clamped itself over his mouth, silencing him swiftly. Kris moaned softly as Adam swatted his hand away from his cock, only to replace it with his own.
“Bedroom”, Adam hissed in his ear. “Now.”
The rockstar hoisted Kris into his arms, mouth greedily seeking the Southern boy’s even before they collapsed onto the bed, a hopeless tangle of limbs.
“I was trying to fucking resist you earlier, you know?” Adam growled, nipping at Kris’ neck. “You had no idea how hard seeing you naked made me - it was all I could do not to bend you over the tub and fuck you right there. Jesus, Kris…I almost thought you were one of ‘em straight boys.”
“I want you, Adam”, Kris murmured, running his palms along the plane of Adam’s broad back. “Your performance tonight made me so hard that I ached to touch myself…”
“But you’d rather it be my hand, right?” Adam pulled Kris’ shirt over his head. “You want my lips on yours, my hands on your dick and my cock in your ass, right?”
“Yes, Adam, yes!” Kris panted, broken and wrecked with need. “I need you - all of you.”
“And you’re going to have me, baby”, Adam murmured, bending down to take a nipple into his mouth. “You’re going to get every inch of my love.”
Kris moaned with pleasure as Adam licked, bit and sucked at his nipples, welcoming the strange sensations flooding into his body. As a young boy, he’d never given much thought to sex, as his love for music just seemed so much more fulfilling. He never saw the need to hold a woman in such a way despite seeing the x-rated movies his friends jacked off to.
It took meeting Adam Lambert to realize that he wanted to be held by a man.
Adam kissed his way down Kris’ stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into his bellybutton, giving it a treatment that Kris desired on another part of his anatomy. Wanting to divert Adam’s attention, he wriggled out of his sleep pants, exposing his aching cock to the cool night air.
“Adam, I want…” he whispered, rubbing the growing bulge in Adam’s pants.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
Adam flung his pants off, now naked and powerful above Kris. The brunette’s eyes widened at the size and girth of Adam’s cock, rock-hard and curving towards his stomach. He knew it was big - he had asked Cassidy and Alisan about the famous glambulge before - but he never thought Adam’s cock would look this intimidating and tempting in 3D.
…not that he ever thought about it, really.
Whimpering softly, Kris reached out to stroke it, loving how Adam hissed with pleasure at the touch. He loved how wet, warm and huge it was in his hands, wondering how it was going to feel when Adam finally entered him.
“Fuck, Kris…” Adam groaned. “That feels so fucking good!”
“I want more, Adam”, Kris found himself saying, jerking away at Adam’s cock as if the world was going to end soon. “I don’t know what I want, but I just want more.”
“Hmmmm.”
Adam reversed his position over Kris, which meant that their mouths were now at level with each other’s cocks. Kris immediately took hold of Adam’s cock again, his tongue darting out for the first taste.
“Jesus Christ, Kristopher”, Adam growled. “Let’s see who going to stop talking first.”
Kris greedily sucked on Adam’s cock, receiving the pleasure he was giving threefold as Adam mouthed his cock with the same fervor. Kris couldn’t help but simply love the feeling of sucking while being sucked in return - by a larger, more dominating man, no less. It was as if everything he’d ever questioned was finally falling into place, and his reason for leaving Conway was coming into view.
“Turn over”, Adam said breathlessly, crawling off Kris. “I need to fuck you now, babe.”
Kris did as he was told, his heart pounding for various reasons. Adam propped a few pillows behind his head in an effort to make him comfortable, then settled in between his legs, retrieving some lube and a condom from the bureau.
“This is going to hurt a little, okay?” he murmured. “If you want me to stop anytime, just say so.”
“Okay”, Kris nodded. “But I can take the pain, Adam. I’m not as fragile as you think.”
“You’re the strongest person I know, baby”, Adam pressed a quick kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Now, open your legs for me.”
Kris obeyed, revealing his most secret pucker of flesh to Adam. The dark-haired man just gazed lustfully at what was being offered to him, drinking his fill before moving to coat his fingers with lube. He rubbed them against the outer ring of Kris’ hole first, and then slipped his index finger in. Kris squirmed a little at the alien sensation, trying to get used to the sensation of being filled.
“You okay?” Adam asked quietly, continuing to probe around Kris’ entrance with his finger.
“Yeah”, Kris replied shakily. “It’s just a little cold, that’s all.”
“You’ll heat up pretty soon”, Adam whispered in his ear. “My dick is anything but cold.”
He tilted Kris’ chin up, leaning in for another bruising kiss. Kris moaned into Adam’s mouth, highly sensitized by the feeling of two - then three - fingers inside him. It had been painful at first, but the pleasure quickly overrode the pain, bringing him nothing but bliss and the desire for more.
“Adam, Adam!” he moaned, raking his nails down Adam’s back. “I want - I want…”
“What is it, baby?” Adam purred, fucking him faster with his fingers. “Tell me what you want.”
“I need you inside me”, Kris murmured. “I want you to fuck me, Adam.”
Adam pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then moved away momentarily to reach for the condom. Kris sat up and took it from him, locking eyes with him.
“Let me do it.”
He tore open the packet and rolled it over Adam’s cock, slicking it with lube after.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Kris lay back down on the bed and spread his legs, his gaze sweet and trusting.
“Ohgod, baby”, Adam pressed his forehead to Kris’. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”
“I want it”, Kris whispered. “I want you.”
“Just breathe, okay?” Adam positioned his cock at Kris’ entrance. “This is going to hurt like hell at the beginning, so I need you to stay with me and keep breathing.”
Kris sucked in a deep breath as Adam slowly pushed into him, filling him up inch by agonizing inch. It felt strange to have something penetrate him, and it hurt far more than Adam’s fingers because his muscles weren’t accustomed to being stretched that way.
“Adam”, he gasped. “It hurts…ohgod.”
“Look at me, baby”, Adam whispered softly, petting his hair with his free hand. “It’s going to get better.”
Kris nodded shakily, pulling Adam into another kiss as a means of distraction. He moaned when he felt Adam’s groin press flush against his buttcheeks, because it meant that the dark-haired man was finally fully inside him.
“Are you feeling alright?” Adam asked softly, brushing the hair out of Kris’ face.
“Yes”, Kris breathed, rubbing Adam’s forearms. “…move, please.”
Adam lifted himself up until he was halfway out of Kris, and then pushed back in again, earning a soft moan from the Southern boy. He kept the rhythm going for awhile, trying to find the spot that would make Kris see stars.
“Ohgod, Adam!” Kris gasped, clawing at his shoulder. “...what did you just do?”
“You mean this?”
Adam angled his thrusts differently, hitting that spot dead-on. Kris practically screamed in pleasure, lifting his hips up to meet Adam in the middle.
“Faster, Adam, please!”
“You feel so fucking good, baby”, Adam panted, moving in for a sloppy kiss. “I’ve never fucked an ass this tight before - oh god, I’m close.”
“I am, too…ohhhhhhhhhhh”, Kris threw his head back, exposing his throat for Adam to pepper kisses on. “God, Adam! I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”
“Let me break you, darling”, Adam rasped, pistoning his hips faster, his thrusts growing erratic.
Kris surrendered himself to the throes of his orgasm, which came hard and fast. He lay in a boneless heap as Adam continued to fuck him, sweat dripping down his beautiful face, his jaw set in a tight clench. The brunette couldn’t help but lean up and press his lips to Adam’s in a lazy kiss, swallowing Adam’s groans as he too came down from his high. Adam collapsed on his chest, his breath coming out in gasps. Kris could do nothing but wrap his arms around the rockstar, feeling pretty done in.
“…go to sleep, Kris”, Adam said quietly, pulling out of Kris so he could spoon him from behind.
Kris didn’t even stay up long enough to hear those words.