ANGEL OF MERCY, HOW DID YOU FIND ME? (Part Three of Five)
ANGEL OF MERCY, HOW DID YOU FIND ME?
A Harlequin Kradam Story
By: Lady Michaelis
Main Characters: Adam Lambert, Kris Allen
Supporting Characters: Tommy Joe Ratliff, Cale Mills, David Cook, Allison Iraheta, David Archuleta, Bradley ‘Cheeks’ Bell, Cassidy Haley
Guest Appearances: Kimberly Allen, Matt Giraud, Ryan Seacrest, Carrie Underwood, Michael Johns, Carly Smithson, Katy Perry, Eber Lambert, Tim Urban
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, Cale Mills/Tommy Joe Ratliff, David Cook/David Archuleta, Cassidy Haley/Brad Bell (hints of non-romantic Kris Allen/Tommy Joe Ratliff)
Rating: PG - NC17
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, voyeurism, four-way intercourse, foul language
Genre: Romance/Mystery/Drama/Humor
Prompt/Summary: After a devastating breakup, Kris needs to get away from his small town, where everybody knows his name-and every single painful detail of his failed engagement. He needs a change of scene, and his first small step: answering big-shot music executive Adam Lambert's Housekeeper Wanted advertisement! Adam is a cutthroat businessman, and has enough secrets to fill his palatial mansion to overflowing. But will Kris glimpse the compassionate man beneath the roughened exterior? And will Adam let Kris get close enough to reawaken his faith in love?
Disclaimers: The title was taken from One Republic’s “Mercy”. I don’t own anyone-except random extras that may litter this story here and there. All other “formalities” aside, go forth and indulge yourself.
PART THREE: FROM MIDDLE TO BEGINNING AND END TO END
Angel of Mercy, how did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of Mercy, how did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I feel you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Relax, Kris,” Adam whispered in his ear as he guided him down the red carpet. “You don’t want to look like Frankenstein’s spawn when the magazines hit the stands, do you?”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be so tense if you gave me an earlier warning,” Kris replied through gritted teeth. “Dave and Cassidy had to give me a crash course on how to handle my PR this afternoon.”
“Sorry,” Adam at least had the grace to look apologetic. “I wasn’t informed of this until I got to the office this morning. My boss called in sick, so I had to attend in his place. Carrie Underwood is probably going to be the next big thing in country music, so this event is really important to RCA. I’m really sorry I dragged you into this; you were the first person I thought of asking.”
Kris sort of hated how the last bit of Adam’s statement instantly made him feel better. After the way things in his previous relationship had gone, it was nice to be the first choice again.
“Adam! Adam Lambert! Could we have a word with you?”
Kris recognized the man running up to them as Ryan Seacrest, E!News host and DJ of his own radio station. He was smiling widely as he shook Adam’s pre-offered hand, his teeth disturbingly white under the harsh lighting of the area.
“Ryan, it’s good to see you again,” Adam smiled back, his tone light and charming.
“Adam Lambert, ladies and gentlemen,” Seacrest turned to the camera crew accompanying him. “Top gun music executive and second-in-command to RCA’s big boss. How do you think tonight’s events are going to go, Adam?”
“First of all, I’d like to congratulate Carrie for wrapping up this album in time,” Adam responded with a chuckle. “We were afraid that we might have to move the launch to a later date, but one twelve-hour recording session and six Red Bulls later, we were done. I know that tonight is going to go splendidly. It’s a milestone in Carrie’s career, and we here from RCA are honored to be on this journey with her.”
“Well said, as usual,” Ryan grinned, turning to Kris. “And who is this fetching young man?”
“This is Kris Allen, my new personal assistant,” Adam introduced him, motioning for Kris to step forward by pressing a palm against the small of his back. “He’s really interested in what I do, so I thought I’d give him a taste of the music mogul lifestyle and bring him along.”
“What are you thinking right now, Kris?” Ryan asked. “I’m sure this may seem a little bit too surreal for you at the moment.”
“Uhm, actually, it is,” Kris admitted, laughing nervously. “I’m so amazed and confused by everything that’s going on right now, so I’m pretty much speechless.”
“Everyone feels that the first time around,” Ryan assured him. “Even your boss here wasn’t so self-confident when I first met him on the red carpet.”
“Be kind, Ryan!” Adam laughed-Kris was seriously getting addicted to the sound of it. “I don’t think I was that bad…well, maybe I shouldn’t have worn my white suit because I had to hide the punch stains later that night. Don’t worry, Johns, I’ve forgiven you for that a long time ago.”
"Anyway, I’d really like to talk to Kris here. It’s rare that Adam actually does bring someone along to keep him company. What’s it like working for him?”
“Well, it’s an experience, that’s for sure,” Kris replied. “I’ve learned quite a lot of things, like how to handle fine-pressed suits and that crimson and red are two completely different colors. Adam is a good guy, though; don’t let the general public opinion fool you.”
“Thank you for your time, Kris,” Ryan grinned at him. “Ladies and gentlemen, once again, RCA executive Adam Lambert and his assistant, Kris Allen. Now, over here we have the stunning Katy Perry…”
Ryan’s voice trailed off as he went further down the carpet, leaving Kris and Adam to pose for the last few photographers before entering the venue.
“How did I do?” Kris whispered.
“You handled it very well; I was surprised,” Adam admitted. “I’d also like to thank you for that last bit. It was completely unnecessary, but it was very kind of you to say.”
“It’s the truth, anyway,” Kris shrugged, trying not to blush. “Sure, you can be a little cold sometimes, but you’re not the horrible meanie TMZ makes you out to be.”
“Brad was right; you are a doll,” Adam smirked. “Now, let me introduce you to the woman of the hour. Miss Carrie Underwood, I’d like you to meet Kris Allen, my assistant.”
“Your assistant or your date?” Carrie asked, obviously trying to bite back a smile. “Hi, Kris, it’s a pleasure. I know I should be asking if you’re enjoying yourself, but that would be hypocritical because I can’t enjoy myself on an empty stomach. God, what time are they serving the food, anyway? I may or may not have snuck by the kitchen to ogle the sushi platter.”
Kris burst out laughing. He liked Carrie already.
“I’m pretty hungry myself. Adam told me that they would be serving an all-you-can-eat Japanese buffet, so I purposely refrained from going to Chick-Fil-A this afternoon to stuff myself.”
“See, Adam?” Carrie stuck her tongue out at him. “Chick-Fil-A is one of the best places to eat. Next time, you and Kris have to come when Johns treats us to burgers and fries.”
“Eating burgers and fries is bad for my waistline,” Adam grumbled. “Unlike you fortunate souls, my metabolism doesn’t have the power to get rid of fat that easily.”
“Since when were you fat, Adam?” Carrie raised an eyebrow. “You look just fine to me. Just because you have flesh to squeeze around your stomach area doesn’t mean you’re fat.”
“He’s being the diva that he is, Carrie,” a new voice announced. “You never change, puppy.”
Katy Perry came strolling up to their little group, looking very becoming in a short black and white asymmetrical dress and royal purple hair. She pressed a kiss to Adam’s cheek, and then turned to Kris, eyes widening with mirth upon seeing him.
“Adam! You didn’t tell me you had a new boyfriend!”
“He’s not my boyfriend, Katy,” Adam sighed. “He’s my new PA and good friend. Kris, meet Katy Perry. Katy, meet Kris Allen.”
“…your hair is purple!” Kris accidentally blurted out.
He wanted to crawl under a table and die. He just said something weird to Grammy-nominated singer Katy Perry. She stared at him for what seemed like forever…and burst into a peal of happy giggles.
“I know!” she squealed, throwing her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. “I saw this wig in my closet just as I was about to leave, and I felt like it was calling for me to put it on. It goes really well with my dress, don’t you think?”
“Well, it does make things more colorful,” Kris mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “It makes you look like a really pretty Smurf.”
“Marry him now, Adam Lambert!” Katy declared dramatically. “I love him already!”
“Oh great, they’re finally serving the sushi!” Carrie cheered. “Come on, guys; sit with me. There’s a little surprise waiting at our table for you, Adam.”
Katy tucked Kris under her arm, grinning broadly as she motioned for him to follow after Carrie. Kris figured he would have died of embarrassment by now, but these people were just so nice and silly that he kind of felt right at home with them. Even Adam seemed to be less tense tonight. Kris was seeing more of his smiles and hearing more of his laughs, and he liked it that way.
“Johns?” he heard Adam exclaim. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you and Carly were going to Barbados tonight!”
“It was a ploy, Lambert,” the smirking man with a mop of unruly brown hair replied. “We needed to get you out of the Bat Cave, so I decided to feign absence.”
“You need to get your nose out of your paperwork, Adam,” a beautiful dark-haired woman added, her Irish accent noticeably heavy. “You haven’t hung out with us in forever.”
“Because there is sushi, I might forgive you just this once,” Adam relented, taking the seat across the couple. “Kris, this is my bastard of a boss, Michael Johns. The lovely lady next to him is his fiancée, Carly Smithson. Michael, Carly, meet Kris Allen, my not-boyfriend.”
“Darn,” Carly rolled her eyes. “I thought you finally stopped becoming a hermit. He’s a pretty little thing, though; he’ll be snatched away from you by some daytime soap opera star.”
“That doesn’t sound too appealing,” Kris wrinkled his nose. “I’ve seen what daytime TV has to offer, and all they do is fight, cry or have sex. None of it makes sense.”
“You’re a smart fellow, Allen,” Johns looked impressed. “Lambert could learn a lot from you.”
“Are you saying I’m stupid?” Adam feigned offense, trying not to laugh. “You pain me, Johns; I thought we were friends.”
“We are, you dimwit,” Johns responded jovially, snatching a piece of sushi from a passing waiter’s tray. “You know very well that this is my way of humoring you.”
“They’ve always been like that,” Carly confided to Kris. “Adam joined RCA a few months after Michael did, and they’ve been attached at the hip ever since. There’s never a dull moment when you’re with these two because they bicker to no end about the most inane things.”
“You better have your speech planned, Johns,” Carrie warned him. “And please try to keep your tongue in cheek; you ended up on TMZ last time when you uttered a few curse words in jest during Rihanna’s album launch. Not everyone is as cool as we are.”
“No one will ever be as cool as me,” Johns grinned. “Admit it, I-ouch! What the bloody hell, Carly?”
“Be nice, honey,” the Irish woman reminded him, her smile shark-like. “Or else there will be no sex tonight. I can always have you sleep on the sofa.”
“That’s what happened the last time they fought,” Katy laughed. “We seriously thought that Carly was going to call off the engagement. She wouldn’t speak to him for weeks.”
“What made her change her mind?” Kris asked.
“Johns serenaded her outside her bedroom window,” Katy replied dreamily. “It was totally embarrassing on his part-the man can really sing, though-and he woke up half the neighborhood, but it was all worth it in the end. Carly’s ice queen façade never showed itself again.”
“Which reminds me,” Adam suddenly piped up. “You’re engaged too, right, Katy? And Carrie just got married a few months ago. Man, I feel really old.”
“You really need to find yourself someone to keep, Adam,” Carrie admonished him. “Though I believe that boy is sitting right here on my left side.”
“Me?” Kris squeaked, looking genuinely puzzled. “But Adam and I aren’t even together!”
“As if we believe you,” Katy rolled her eyes daintily. “You’re going to be on People magazine and E!News by tomorrow morning, trust me.”
“Food first, PR later,” Johns quipped. “Come on, we’ve got to fall in line. I’m not going to give Simon Fuller the satisfaction of eating more sushi than I.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dinner had gone by surprisingly quickly. Johns and Carrie had excused themselves after harried meals in order to take the stage. Johns welcomed all the guests to the party, keeping things short and clean as promised. Carrie took the floor after, saying a few kind words of thanksgiving before launching into a mini-concert that consisted of her debut single and some of her favorite tracks. The atmosphere changed after that, as the DJ put on some slow songs that lured the couples onto the dance floor.
“Enjoying the night so far?” Adam found his way back to Kris’ side, holding a glass of red wine. “I’m sorry I disappeared after dinner; Johns and I were drinking our woes away. We were approached by Justin Bieber’s manager, and they want us to be in charge of producing his next record.”
“Justin Bieber?” Kris choked on his own wine. “I don’t even know what to say. He’s going to bring in a lot of money, but you’re going to have to put up with crazy pre-teen girls that want to have a piece of him. It’s so scary that barely legal teenage boys get a rise out of the female species.”
“Well, kids these days are scary things,” Adam shrugged. “I’m highly tempted to pit Archie against him one of these days; my little brother has an amazing voice.”
“I know,” Kris said, trying not to sound too wistful. “I heard him playing the piano in the music room last week. He was singing Lennon’s “Imagine”. It was a lovely rendition.”
“He certainly is talented, isn’t he?” Adam asked, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “He’s my pride and joy; I’m just so happy to have him back again.”
Kris was about to reply when Katy dropped into the seat next to him, holding out two electric blue colored cocktails.
“These are fabulous; I’m telling you,” she handed one to each of them. “I know bright colored drinks are the scariest things in the world, but this is actually good. The drink is made of vodka mixed with Skittles and lots of other fun stuff. The bartender told me it was called a Skittle Shit.”
“Nice name,” Kris chuckled, knocking the drink back in one gulp. “And man, this stuff’s strong!”
“Exactly!” Katy replied peppily. “This is why I’m more hyper than usual.”
“If I end up turning cartwheels later, I’m going to blame it all on you,” Adam declared. “Unlike you, my lovely friend, I don’t think I can get away with doing crazy things at an album launch party.”
“You should totally star as an extra in my “California Gurls” music video,” Katy suggested. “And Kris, too. I want to make him wear some neon pink swimming trunks with sushi patterns all over them.”
“He’s going to look like a confectionery,” Adam remarked, raising an eyebrow.
“I know,” Katy grinned. “And it would suit him perfectly. You’d look pretty with blue hair, Krissy.”
“I’m not a California girl, though,” Kris said with a wry smile. “I’m like, an Arkansan boy.”
“That’s a cute idea,” Katy remarked thoughtfully. “I could make it a B-side to my debut single; you can totally help me write the song and we’ll be dressed in plaids and daisy dukes.”
“Kris, would you like to dance?”
Both Katy and Kris stared open-mouthed at Adam, whose face was dead serious-and maybe a tiny bit hopeful. Flushing, Kris accepted Adam’s outstretched hand, trying to block off Katy’s loud hooting. Wordlessly, Adam swept him onto the dance floor, finding a fairly empty space for them.
“Put your left hand around my shoulder-or whichever part of me you can reach,” Adam instructed him. “Then give me your right hand…yes, that’s it. Are you feeling alright?”
“I just want to let you know that I have absolutely no coordination,” Kris muttered. “Also, I have never done this before. Please don’t kill me if I step on your expensive boots.”
“Well, that’s a lot better than spilling punch on my white Michael Kors suit,” Adam chuckled. “This is a slow dance, so all you have to do is move with the music. We’re not even going to do the fancy crap that they do on TV during masquerades-through I admit; I would really like to try that.”
“You would,” Kris agreed, laughing. “In fact, I think you would wear something seriously outlandish. Like some glittery thing with feathers and stuff. And I obviously don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“You’re right,” Adam grinned, brushing the tip of his nose against Kris’. “You don’t.”
It was relatively easy to fall into step with Adam. The DJ was playing some romantic song (Kris suspected it was the one from Zorro) now, and Kris had found himself plastered to Adam’s body, his face buried in the crook of Adam’s neck. They ditched the close ballroom position-that was what Adam had called their earlier stance-in favor of merely wrapping their arms around each other, swaying slowly to the music.
“Dude, you smell really good,” Kris found himself saying. “I think it’s your perfume; the yellowish liquid in the clear bottle that you ask me to fetch all the time.”
“You mean Dior Homme,” Adam chuckled. “Honestly, Kristopher, you’re giving yourself a more difficult time by describing the contents of the bottle.”
“It’s not like I read labels, Adam,” Kris snorted. “I’m never going to be able to differentiate Gucci from Prada; though I can probably recognize something done by Cassidy.”
“Especially if it shows off your butt. You’ll know it’s definitely his.”
“Cassidy told me this afternoon that he finds clothes very restricting,” Kris giggled. “He just woke up one day with the urge to strip away everything that was hindering his liberation, so he made a pact with himself that he would start wearing as little as possible.”
“He’s charming in his own way,” Adam nodded. “I’m glad you’re getting on so well with both Brad and Cassidy. I have this feeling the house will never be empty again as long as you are in it. Your milkshakes brings all the boys-well, allow me to exclude Miss Allison just this once-to the yard.”
“Are you jealous?” Kris tipped his head back, waggling his eyebrows in invitation.
“…I could be.”
Kris didn’t have time to retort, though; because, wow, Adam’s lips were grinding upon his with fervor, coaxing his mouth open with a talented tongue that Kris kind of had wet dreams about.
If this was what kissing was all about, then Kris had just been baptized with fire.
He clung to Adam’s biceps desperately in an attempt to keep his balance. Sure, he was probably moaning like a whore right now; but he didn’t really care about that. Kissing Adam was like breathing, and Kris was sure that he could go on living with their mouths permanently attached to each other if he had to. The music executive’s tongue was a naughty little thing; cleverly mapping out his mouth until it knew every crevice of it. When Adam finally pulled away for air (Kris may or may not have whined like a kicked puppy; he didn’t really find breathing necessary right now.), they just stared at each other, both amazed and probably just a little shell-shocked.
“That was-“
“…wow.”
Kris giggled nervously, burying his face into that comfortable spot in Adam’s shoulder that seemed to have been made just for him. He heard Adam chuckle softly, and a hand came to rest on his head; lovingly fluffing down the strands that never seemed to go where he wanted them to.
“You really are something, Kris Allen,” the taller man exhaled, sounding quite awed. “I was half-expecting you to slap me on the face or run away screaming.”
“Are you stupid?” Kris snorted. “That was an amazing kiss! Like, the best I’ve ever had.”
“Not to mention the best I’ve ever seen!”
Katy and Carrie popped up from virtually nowhere, both looking particularly consumed by the colorful cocktails that were littering the room.
“How do you have this weird talent of appearing from nowhere?” Kris asked curiously, accepting the lavender cocktail Katy offered him. “I swear you weren’t here a few minutes ago.”
“I was watching Mikey and Carly dance,” Katy replied. “Then they started snogging, so I felt like a total intruder. Carrie dragged me here just in time to see you guys snogging.”
“And I thought you weren’t dating,” Carrie raised an eyebrow. “What happened awhile ago seemed like a total full-on make-out session to me.”
“We aren’t,” Kris and Adam chorused.
“Speaking in unison,” Katy’s eyes were sparkling. “That is totally a married couple thing.”
“Look, maybe we’re just a little bit drunk,” Adam reasoned. “And I think Kris is a very pretty boy, so I gave in to the temptation of kissing him.”
“Your reasoning sucks, Lambert,” Carrie smirked. “I know when and when not to believe you.”
“Look, let’s just go back to the bar like cool party people and drink some more,” Kris suggested. “They’re mixing this neon green one right now; I kind of want to try it.”
He found himself tucked under Adam’s arm once more as they made their way back to the bar. He could feel a lot of eyes-and maybe a few camera flashes-on them, but he was too tipsy to care at the moment.
“Just let it be, baby,” Adam whispered, licking the shell of his ear.
Kris believed him. He always would.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Adaaaaaam…can’t you like, wait until we-oh gosh, that feels so good-get back home?”
“Why wait when we have five minutes to get our clothes off in here?” Adam muttered, busy mouthing at Kris’ collarbone through his open dress shirt. “I don’t believe in waiting.”
“Adam!” Kris scowled, pushing him away. “I am not running up your driveway in the buff! What if Archie sees? What if other people see?”
“…well, I’ve been working out,” Adam replied. “And I’m sure you look great naked, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“But I don’t think-whoa, what are you doing?”
Kris squeaked as Adam bodily lifted him from the seat and onto his lap. He felt the heat of Adam’s arousal through his pants and groaned, shamelessly rutting against the older man’s hard-on.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Adam growled. “Look at you, Kristopher Allen, rutting against me like the slut that you are. You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, babe. As soon as we get home, I’m going to open you up with my mouth and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see, hear, speak and think of anything but my dick inside you. You’re going to feel me for days and-”
The vehicle came to a halt and the privacy screen went up, interrupting whatever Adam was going to say. The pair immediately sprang free of each other, hastily rearranging their clothing.
“We’ve arrived, Mister Lambert, Mister Allen,” the driver announced, opening the passenger door for them. “Have a good night’s sleep, sirs.”
“Thank you, George,” Adam responded, trying not to sound like he had just had a frottage session in the backseat of a limo. “Feel free to go to bed after you put the car away.”
Kris shuffled along behind Adam, feeling a little cranky now that the mood had been ruined. He’d never had a reason to hate a limo driver in his life before, but he could very well hate George for being such a-okay, maybe it wasn’t his fault-cockblocker.
“Okay, so I guess I-mmph!”
Adam pushed Kris against the open door, grinding his pelvis into Kris’ stomach. He brushed another bruising kiss across Kris’ lips and held Kris’ hips in an iron grip, ensuring no escape.
It wasn’t like Kris wanted to escape, anyway.
“Last chance to back out,” Adam growled, his eyes dark with desire. “If you say no, I’m going to let you go right now and we’ll never speak of this again.”
Kris debated over his choice of words. He felt that they wouldn’t be enough to express how much he wanted Adam, so he went with gestures instead. He leaned heavily against the door and wrapped his legs around Adam’s waist, locking them together.
“Is this a yes enough for you or do you want me to wrap another part of my body around a specific region in your anatomy?”
Adam looked stunned for a moment. He threw his head back and laughed delightedly, making Kris want to lick a long stripe up that gorgeous throat.
“You speak the language of Shakespeare when he was absolutely horny,” the raven-haired man said with a feral grin. “Now, next question: my bedroom or yours?”
“Uhm, mine is nearer…?”
“Indeed, it is. And I simply cannot wait to ravish you.”
With that, he tightened his arms around Kris and slammed the front door shut, expertly locking it behind him. Kris desperately tried to keep his hands to himself throughout the short trek to his bedroom, but the temptation to slide his fingers underneath the collar of Adam’s dark blue dress shirt was just too hard to resist. Adam growled and slammed him against the wall, devouring his mouth once more.
“I think we should really get on with this,” Kris said breathlessly. “I’m starting to hear voices in my head. They’re kind of moaning and groaning and asking you to fuck me.”
“You’re crazy,” Adam panted in his ear. “You’re crazy and I fucking love it.”
He reached around them and yanked open the door to Kris’ bedroom, ready to deposit him on the bed and have his dear sweet way with him.
The problem was; the bed was already occupied.
By a very naked Cale with his tongue up a very naked Tommy’s ass.
“…Jesus fucking Christ,” Adam muttered in disbelief.
“Oh fuck,” Cale groaned, dislodging himself from Tommy. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
“I told you we should have picked a different room!” Tommy scowled, smacking Cale with a pillow.
Kris stared at the couple in wide-eyed fascination. Tommy’s body had been bent at this amazing angle, and Cale had been draped over him like a wolf protecting his mate. And his tongue had been in Tommy’s ass, which should really be kind of gross but looked totally exciting and sexy, anyway.
He couldn’t exactly put a finger on how he was feeling. Except that he sort of wanted Adam to do that-and a whole lot of other things-to him; because…wow.
“I am so sorry!” Adam exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Kris and I had too much to drink at the party-we’re drunk and fucking horny, obviously-and I really wasn’t expecting for someone to be doing the nasty here and…ugh, we ruined the mood, didn’t we?”
“We probably ruined yours, too,” Cale grumbled. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Tommy’s right; we should have picked out one of the guest rooms.”
“They’re probably locked,” Adam mumbled. “It’s my fault that I lock everything.”
“…it doesn’t matter,” Kris suddenly said.
Three pairs of eyes turned to him; one curious, one disbelieving, and one amused.
“I’m going to put this bluntly, okay? Obviously, we’ve all had a little too much to drink and we all want to have sex. Just because one pair accidentally walked in on another doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fuck anymore. I don’t know much about sex-okay, I know nothing at all-but it can be easy to bring back the mood. Dang, I should just…show you guys what I mean.”
He crossed the room, aware that everyone was staring at him, probably wondering what the hell was on his mind. Tommy, in particular, was smiling at him, luring him closer with a crook of his finger.
“Come here, kitten.”
Shakily, Kris came to stand in between the slim blond’s spread legs and surged forward, pressing his lips to Tommy’s in a soft, tender kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” he heard Adam moan from somewhere behind him. “Jesus Christ, Kris…”
He couldn’t care less at the moment, though. Tommy’s lips were soft and tasted like cherries, and his tongue was luring Kris’ out to play. Sighing happily, he curled his fingers around locks of Tommy’s hair, wondering how he’d gone all his life without kissing guys.
“Come here, Tommy,” Cale demanded darkly, his hand reaching out to grab Tommy’s wrist. “I don’t want you to forget the reason why you’re here.”
“Neither do I, Kristopher,” Adam’s voice was hot and heavy in Kris’ ear. “Clothes off, right the fuck now.”
“Help me undress him, Adam,” Tommy said with a devilish grin, rising from the bed and dropping to his knees behind Kris. “I know you want your little boy all naked and pretty for you.”
“Now I know he’s hanging out with the right crowd,” Adam smirked, slowly unbuttoning Kris’ dress shirt. “Come on, baby; be good for me and Tommy.”
Kris moaned as Adam practically ripped the shirt off him, tossing it to some dark corner of the room. Tommy was working on his belt, pulling it out of the loops before letting it drop to the floor with a satisfying thwack. He saw Cale shuffling around somewhere in the background, uncorking what seemed to be a vial of some sort. He couldn’t concentrate well enough to find out what it was, though. Adam was skimming the expanse of his chest with large hands, fingers tugging and twisting at his nipples.
“Oh fuck, Adam,” he breathed. “Yes, more. I want more…”
“Of course you do, dollface,”Adam grinned. “You’re a slut like that; just the way I want you.”
He ducked his head and fastened his lips around one of Kris’ nipples, sucking at it greedily while twisting the other one between his fingertips. Meanwhile, Tommy had successfully gotten him out of his pants, as he was now rubbing Kris’ hard-on through his briefs.
“Cale, what are you-oh fuuuuuuuuuuck!” he heard Tommy gasp.
Curious, Kris craned his neck to see what was going on behind him. Tommy was practically sprawled out on the floor, anchored by Cale’s palm resting flat across his chest. Cale’s other hand had disappeared somewhere, but judging by the way Tommy’s pupils were dilating and the way his voice hitched in his throat, Kris was sure that Cale was finger fucking the blond beauty.
“…oh my gosh,” he whimpered, hand snaking down to divest himself of his briefs. “You look so beautiful like that, Tommy…I can’t even---oh fuuuuuuuuuuck.”
“He’s a beauty, alright,” Cale smirked, kneading Tommy’s ass cheeks with his spare hand. “You should see how easy he opens up for me. This ass was born to take cock.”
“I’m sure this one is, too,” Adam pushed Kris down to his knees. “Some boys don’t know they’re meant to take cock until they’re actually faced by one. Now, suck me, you cockslut.”
Kris hurried to undo Adam’s fly, hyperaware that his partner was the only clothed one in the room at the moment. He wanted to feel Adam’s bare skin against his. He wanted to know if the galaxies of freckles on his forearms extended to…other places.
“…wow,” he whispered, petting Adam’s cock-and boy, was it huge-reverently. “Are you sure this is going to fit in me…?”
“We’ll make it fit, baby,” Adam promised roguishly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. I could make a porn star out of you; the videos would sell like hotcakes.”
Kris experimentally licked around the head of Adam’s cock, eliciting a groan from the older man. It felt a little strange, yet not at all unpleasant to be doing such; the voice in his head was telling him he was certainly born for it.
He heard Cale chuckle darkly before moving to sit on the edge of bed, pulling Tommy to sit between his splayed legs. The loving gestures being exchanged by the two men made something he couldn’t identify curl at the bottom of his stomach and tug at his heart. The soft kiss Cale had planted on Tommy’s forehead was enough to make him feel just a little jealous.
“Kris.”
He turned his attention back to Adam, who had somehow managed to divest himself of all his clothing in the few minutes that Kris had been distracted by something else.
“Go sit next to Tommy.”
Kris did so obligingly, wondering when and how he had gotten so obedient. Next to him, Cale and Tommy exchanged mischievous smiles. The taller man whispered something into his lover’s ear, and gave him a little nudge, pushing him towards Kris.
“Tommy, wha--”
“Hush,” Tommy soothed him, rubbing his back. “Don’t talk; just feel.”
The slim blond tilted Kris’ chin to meet his gaze, pressing his lips to the Southern boy’s once more. Kris shifted willingly as so to be able to accommodate Tommy better, licking hungrily at the other boy’s lips. Cale was staring at them intently, one hand fisting his dick.
“Now, put that pretty mouth of yours where it belongs,” Tommy whispered, looking a bit wrecked.
Adam had apparently dragged the dresser chair over to where Kris was while he was busy making out with Tommy. He looked amazing and powerful naked, all taut sinewy flesh with just a hint of a belly around his middle. Kris crawled up to him, eyes on the prize between the music mogul’s legs.
He would be lying if he wasn’t mentally debating on going down on Adam or climbing him like a tree.
“Good boy,” Adam crooned, snaking a hand into Kris’ hair as the Southern boy dragged his tongue up the length of Adam’s cock. “Eventually, I’ll teach you how to deep throat. You’ll take me in all the way and you’re going to swallow every bit of my cum. God, the things we could do...”
Kris felt a tingle of anticipation travel down his spine. Adam seemed to be planning for a next time. Kris figured he would be okay with that. Deciding it was time to experiment; he wrapped his lips around Adam’s thick length and sucked, greedily bobbing his head up and down like a whore at a brothel house. He knew nothing of fellatio, but Adam’s encouraging moans were a signal that he was doing this right.
“God, the boy’s a natural,” he heard Cale snicker. “Just like my Tommy.”
“He’s pretty, too,” Tommy added, a smile lacing his tone. “I could come from just watching him suck Adam off.”
“Oh no, you’re not,” Cale said roughly, pushing him onto the bed. “You’re going to come with my dick in your ass, and you’re going to like it.”
“Hey!” Adam growled. “Don’t make me-oh god, yes-jealous. I’m going to end up dumping him on that bed and fucking his brains out next to Ratliff.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” Tommy cocked his head, chuckling. “As I said, he’s very pretty.”
“Neither do I,” Cale shrugged, wrapping a hand around Tommy’s leaking dick. “I think I might just have an exhibitionist kink.”
“You think?” Tommy snorted. “You have one, Mills; you know you do.”
Kris whined pitifully when Adam pushed him back roughly. Adam hadn’t even come yet.
“…was I that bad?”
“God, baby, no,” Adam crooned, pressing tiny kisses all over his face. “You were amazing, in fact; but I want to come inside you, baby. This is our first time together; I want it to be good for you.”
He lifted Kris up bridal style and unceremoniously dumped him on the bed next to a fucked-out Tommy, who was receiving a blowjob from Cale.
“Seeing other men fuck gets you hot, doesn’t it?” Adam yanked his legs apart. “Well, I’m going to get you even hotter, Kristopher. I’m going to get you to a place you never thought existed.”
Kris opened his mouth to retort, but…oh. Did he just feel Adam’s tongue lick along his ass crack?
“Like that? Adam asked breathlessly, nipping at the skin of his inner thigh. “I saw the look on your face when you caught sight of Cale doing it to Tommy; you fucking want something up your ass.”
“Want your cock,” Kris said roughly, spreading his legs wider.
“Oh, he’s good,” Tommy bit back a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan. “Jesus, Cale! Get to it already. You’re going to have to get me all worked up again if I come in your mouth.”
“You slut,” Adam hissed, spreading Kris’ ass cheeks open. “Look at that pretty pink hole just waiting for me to stick my cock in. I’m going to fill you up, Kris; I’m going to fill you up so well.”
Kris whimpered, wiggling his ass in an attempt to bring it into contact with Adam’s mouth. He had never been so turned on in his life before. Right now, all he wanted was to be fucked into oblivion.
“Adam, please! I’m begging you-oh my fucking god, yes!”
Adam went down on him again, lapping teasingly at the space between his crack and his balls. Slowly, he dragged his tongue upwards, laving at Kris’ hole like he was drinking from some oasis. Kris moaned hungrily, arching his back off the bed and locking his legs around Adam’s shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Adam seemed to sense his urgency (was he that sensitive to Kris’ needs?), as he drove his tongue into Kris’ body, pushing it in and pulling out in quick flicks.
“Kiss him,” Cale urged Tommy again. “It turns me on so fucking bad.”
“The things I do for you, you bastard,” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Come on, baby; let’s give these two hulking perverts a show to remember.”
He rolled over on his side and loomed over Kris’ face, pressing their lips together for what seemed to be the nth time. Kris didn’t mind, though; he found Tommy to be a good kisser-that and he really liked the flavor of Tommy’s lip gloss. Because cherries were like, yummy.
“Twink porn at its finest,” Cale chuckled, positioning himself behind Tommy. “Lambert, you should get your head out of Allen’s ass; you’re missing a lot.”
“I’m capable of multi-tasking, thank you very much,” Adam said candidly, pulling away from Kris to catch the tube of lubricant Cale tossed him. “These sluts can make a career out of tonsil hockey.”
Kris watched in wide-eyed fascination as Tommy bent backward like a bow, his ass flush against Cale’s body. Adam seemed to be preoccupied with something, giving him free reign to watch Cale plow into Tommy. It frightened and amazed him to see Cale’s dick disappear into Tommy’s body as he pistoned his hips in and out. He’d seen it in a few gay porno flicks (he wasn’t that much of a hermit, okay?), but really, no visuals-however stimulating-could compare to the real thing.
Now, actually feeling it would be something else altogether.
“Ready to be fucked, babe?”
Kris turned his attention back to Adam, who had settled back between his legs. He gently prodded at Kris’ opening with two lube-slicked fingers, probably testing to see if Kris would open up for him. Kris figured he probably did, because Adam’s fingers easily slid through all the way to the first knuckle.
“Fuck,” Adam growled. “Look at you, opening up so easily and taking in two fingers without preamble. You’re a whore, Kristopher Allen; you’re my whore and I’m going to make sure you know it.”
Kris couldn’t really think of a good response at the moment. He was concentrating on the feeling of Adam’s fingers inside him, wiggling his ass in an attempt to adjust. It hurt a little-a good kind of burn, though-and felt a little odd, but he couldn’t help but want more.
“Adam, I feel a little…strange,” he breathed. “Like…like I need something more.”
“You want my cock, don’t you?” Adam hissed, pushing his fingers all the way in, making Kris moan. “My fingers aren’t enough to fill you up, I’m sure. I see the way you’ve been behaving, Kristopher. Your mouth took my cock easily, and I bet you ass will, too.”
Kris was once again distracting by the near-scream Cale had elicited from Tommy. The blond was half-on, half-off the bed now, his hands gripping the headboard in an attempt to stay balanced. Cale continued to fuck him, one hand twisting Tommy’s nipples roughly.
“I’m over here, Kris.”
It was Kris’ turn to cry out this time, as Adam had slid into him with one powerful thrust. Adam was right; his cock stretched Kris fully and almost painfully, but something about it made Kris feel so unbelievably good and full.
The emptiness in his heart had left him in a matter of mere seconds.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Adam moaned, jerkily rocking against Kris. “I wish you could see what I see now; you’ve taken me in all the way. Oh god, you have no fucking idea how beautiful you are right now.”
Kris rocked back against him, suddenly balking when he felt Adam’s cock hit something inside him. It was a pleasurable, all-encompassing sensation, and he wanted nothing more than to feel it over and over again.
“Adam, you have to move,” he managed to choke out. “I’m dying here! Please…”
Adam held his hips in a death grip-Kris was so sure they were going to bruise-and pulled out abruptly, leaving only the tip in. Kris whimpered and held out his arms, wrapping them tightly around Adam’s broad shoulders.
“…don’t leave me.”
Adam pulled away slightly to meet his gaze, his eyes bright and warm with something that Kris had never seen before. He leaned his forehead against Kris’, pushing back in as he did so.
“I never will.”
Something seemed to crack in both of them. Adam took Kris’ lips in a bruising kiss, fucking him with short, shallow thrusts. Kris wasn’t satisfied, though; he wanted Adam to be so deep inside him that it would be impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. He hooked one leg around Adam’s shoulder and kept the other along the small of the larger man’s back, moaning with satisfaction as Adam hit that spot that made him see stars. Next to them, Tommy had suddenly gone slack, dropping face-first onto the bed with a long, drawn-out moan. Cale, too, seemed to be at the brink of release, as he clearly lacked the finesse he’d had fucking Tommy earlier on.
“Adam, oh my god!” he cried, arching his back gracelessly. “It feels so good!”
“I told you it would, babe,” Adam sank his teeth into Kris’ collarbone. “We are so perfect together.”
Kris felt like he being sucked into a vacuum. There was nothing in his universe right now but the feel of Adam inside him; the older man’s thrusts becoming more and more erratic. He snaked a hand around his leaking cock and jerked himself off with vigor, feeling his orgasm approaching. Adam swatted Kris’ hand away, replacing it with his own. His bright baby blues bore into Kris’ brown ones, squeezing shut as he reached completion.
With that, Kris let himself go, the now familiar weight of Adam’s body making him feel safe and wanted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So, let me get this straight. This girl kills you by coming out of your television?”
“To put it bluntly, yeah. You die after seven days if you watch that particular video.”
“If so, then I’m glad VHS tapes aren’t in circulation anymore,” Kris remarked, shoving a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. “Or maybe they still are, but I haven’t touched one in ages. Is there any way to actually save yourself from death in this movie?”
“Make a copy of the tape and have someone else watch it,” Tommy answered. “Odd, but that’s how it works. The movie is pointless, but the ghost does this rad Michael Jackson walk when she comes out of the TV screen. It’s fucking hilarious.”
“You like the weirdest things. I can’t believe I’m friends with you.”
“How about, ‘I can’t believe I made out with you and touched your dick?’, instead?”
Kris burst out laughing and smacked him with a pillow. That morning, he’d woken up spooned against Adam and practically tucked into Tommy, who had been all but gift-wrapped by Cale’s possessive embrace. It had kind of reminded him of the Grey’s Anatomy (his mother liked to watch it, okay?) episode wherein Meredith Grey had woken up sandwiched between a very naked McStreamy and McDreamy.
Adam, Cale and Tommy had woken up because he couldn’t stop giggling.
“You know, Cale wouldn’t stop badgering me about us this morning,” Tommy continued. “He was so turned on by you and I kissing that he wants a reenactment for recording purposes.”
“Funny, because Adam said the exact same thing while we were showering,” Kris wrinkled his nose. “He said it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen and that he wished he had a copy of it for memory purposes. I hit him on the head with a loofah, of course.”
“Allen, a loofah is a harmless thing,” Tommy deadpanned. “You can’t kill anything with it.”
“It was the closest thing in reach,” Kris mumbled, his face heating up. “As if I would actually pick up something that would hurt Adam…”
“You wouldn’t,” Tommy grinned. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly except if it was trying to kill your friends. That’s how much of a darling you are.”
“I’m not nice,” Kris pouted, sinking deeper into the sofa. “I’m just…me.”
“Don’t argue with me, Kristopher,” Tommy shushed him. “You just nod whenever I say something that needs your agreement, okay? You know I’m never going to lie to you. Now, shut up and watch the movie with me.”
“Okay,” Kris relented, dropping his head on Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, things aren’t going to be weird between us, right? Just because we made out last night and uh, stuff…?”
“Dude, you don’t even have to ask me that,” Tommy said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “We’re best friends; we’re always going to be best friends. If my presence last night helped made you feel a little less scared about having sex for the first time, then I’m glad to have been there. You’re like a younger brother to me, Kris; I have to watch out for you.”
“You’re the darling, not me,” Kris drawled. “You look like death personified-especially when you put that black gunk on your face and don’t smile-but you’re always really nice to me.”
“Alright, enough with the fluff. I might suddenly switch the channel to Care Bears.”
They lapsed into a comfortable silence for awhile, both quite invested in the movie despite its obvious predictability. Kris, though, had quite a lot on his mind; his relationship with Adam was at the forefront of everything. Last night had been a fairytale for him. He had never felt so happy and alive until Adam had asked him out to the party. They had drunk, danced and fucked; all in one night.
Was Adam doing this just because he had found a window of opportunity?
Kris weighed his evidence. Adam trusted him; that was certain. He had trusted him enough to let Kris into his home and share pieces of his sordid past with him. Not once had he been unkind to Kris. He’d let Kris have free roam around the mansion (well, to areas that he had not boarded up, at least) and even let him invite friends over for company. He was also being paid well, so he had nothing to complain about. They had even showered together that morning, and Adam had kissed him goodbye before leaving.
So why were hot tears pricking at the corner of Kris’ eyes now?
“Hey,” Tommy touched his shoulder. “What’s wrong, baby Allen?”
“I’m just so confused, Tommy,” Kris sniffled. “Everything is happening so fast; I don’t know if I’m being played for a fool or not.”
He didn’t have to explain any further; Tommy understood perfectly. He wrapped his arms around Kris and held him close, stroking the Southern boy’s hair soothingly.
“He cares about you, you know.”
It was the best he could say. Tommy had promised Kris that he would never lie to him, and he wouldn’t start doing it now. What he said wasn’t what Kris wanted to hear, though; and they both knew it all too well.
A Harlequin Kradam Story
By: Lady Michaelis
Main Characters: Adam Lambert, Kris Allen
Supporting Characters: Tommy Joe Ratliff, Cale Mills, David Cook, Allison Iraheta, David Archuleta, Bradley ‘Cheeks’ Bell, Cassidy Haley
Guest Appearances: Kimberly Allen, Matt Giraud, Ryan Seacrest, Carrie Underwood, Michael Johns, Carly Smithson, Katy Perry, Eber Lambert, Tim Urban
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, Cale Mills/Tommy Joe Ratliff, David Cook/David Archuleta, Cassidy Haley/Brad Bell (hints of non-romantic Kris Allen/Tommy Joe Ratliff)
Rating: PG - NC17
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, voyeurism, four-way intercourse, foul language
Genre: Romance/Mystery/Drama/Humor
Prompt/Summary: After a devastating breakup, Kris needs to get away from his small town, where everybody knows his name-and every single painful detail of his failed engagement. He needs a change of scene, and his first small step: answering big-shot music executive Adam Lambert's Housekeeper Wanted advertisement! Adam is a cutthroat businessman, and has enough secrets to fill his palatial mansion to overflowing. But will Kris glimpse the compassionate man beneath the roughened exterior? And will Adam let Kris get close enough to reawaken his faith in love?
Disclaimers: The title was taken from One Republic’s “Mercy”. I don’t own anyone-except random extras that may litter this story here and there. All other “formalities” aside, go forth and indulge yourself.
PART THREE: FROM MIDDLE TO BEGINNING AND END TO END
Angel of Mercy, how did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of Mercy, how did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I feel you
Whoa, whoa, whoa
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Relax, Kris,” Adam whispered in his ear as he guided him down the red carpet. “You don’t want to look like Frankenstein’s spawn when the magazines hit the stands, do you?”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be so tense if you gave me an earlier warning,” Kris replied through gritted teeth. “Dave and Cassidy had to give me a crash course on how to handle my PR this afternoon.”
“Sorry,” Adam at least had the grace to look apologetic. “I wasn’t informed of this until I got to the office this morning. My boss called in sick, so I had to attend in his place. Carrie Underwood is probably going to be the next big thing in country music, so this event is really important to RCA. I’m really sorry I dragged you into this; you were the first person I thought of asking.”
Kris sort of hated how the last bit of Adam’s statement instantly made him feel better. After the way things in his previous relationship had gone, it was nice to be the first choice again.
“Adam! Adam Lambert! Could we have a word with you?”
Kris recognized the man running up to them as Ryan Seacrest, E!News host and DJ of his own radio station. He was smiling widely as he shook Adam’s pre-offered hand, his teeth disturbingly white under the harsh lighting of the area.
“Ryan, it’s good to see you again,” Adam smiled back, his tone light and charming.
“Adam Lambert, ladies and gentlemen,” Seacrest turned to the camera crew accompanying him. “Top gun music executive and second-in-command to RCA’s big boss. How do you think tonight’s events are going to go, Adam?”
“First of all, I’d like to congratulate Carrie for wrapping up this album in time,” Adam responded with a chuckle. “We were afraid that we might have to move the launch to a later date, but one twelve-hour recording session and six Red Bulls later, we were done. I know that tonight is going to go splendidly. It’s a milestone in Carrie’s career, and we here from RCA are honored to be on this journey with her.”
“Well said, as usual,” Ryan grinned, turning to Kris. “And who is this fetching young man?”
“This is Kris Allen, my new personal assistant,” Adam introduced him, motioning for Kris to step forward by pressing a palm against the small of his back. “He’s really interested in what I do, so I thought I’d give him a taste of the music mogul lifestyle and bring him along.”
“What are you thinking right now, Kris?” Ryan asked. “I’m sure this may seem a little bit too surreal for you at the moment.”
“Uhm, actually, it is,” Kris admitted, laughing nervously. “I’m so amazed and confused by everything that’s going on right now, so I’m pretty much speechless.”
“Everyone feels that the first time around,” Ryan assured him. “Even your boss here wasn’t so self-confident when I first met him on the red carpet.”
“Be kind, Ryan!” Adam laughed-Kris was seriously getting addicted to the sound of it. “I don’t think I was that bad…well, maybe I shouldn’t have worn my white suit because I had to hide the punch stains later that night. Don’t worry, Johns, I’ve forgiven you for that a long time ago.”
"Anyway, I’d really like to talk to Kris here. It’s rare that Adam actually does bring someone along to keep him company. What’s it like working for him?”
“Well, it’s an experience, that’s for sure,” Kris replied. “I’ve learned quite a lot of things, like how to handle fine-pressed suits and that crimson and red are two completely different colors. Adam is a good guy, though; don’t let the general public opinion fool you.”
“Thank you for your time, Kris,” Ryan grinned at him. “Ladies and gentlemen, once again, RCA executive Adam Lambert and his assistant, Kris Allen. Now, over here we have the stunning Katy Perry…”
Ryan’s voice trailed off as he went further down the carpet, leaving Kris and Adam to pose for the last few photographers before entering the venue.
“How did I do?” Kris whispered.
“You handled it very well; I was surprised,” Adam admitted. “I’d also like to thank you for that last bit. It was completely unnecessary, but it was very kind of you to say.”
“It’s the truth, anyway,” Kris shrugged, trying not to blush. “Sure, you can be a little cold sometimes, but you’re not the horrible meanie TMZ makes you out to be.”
“Brad was right; you are a doll,” Adam smirked. “Now, let me introduce you to the woman of the hour. Miss Carrie Underwood, I’d like you to meet Kris Allen, my assistant.”
“Your assistant or your date?” Carrie asked, obviously trying to bite back a smile. “Hi, Kris, it’s a pleasure. I know I should be asking if you’re enjoying yourself, but that would be hypocritical because I can’t enjoy myself on an empty stomach. God, what time are they serving the food, anyway? I may or may not have snuck by the kitchen to ogle the sushi platter.”
Kris burst out laughing. He liked Carrie already.
“I’m pretty hungry myself. Adam told me that they would be serving an all-you-can-eat Japanese buffet, so I purposely refrained from going to Chick-Fil-A this afternoon to stuff myself.”
“See, Adam?” Carrie stuck her tongue out at him. “Chick-Fil-A is one of the best places to eat. Next time, you and Kris have to come when Johns treats us to burgers and fries.”
“Eating burgers and fries is bad for my waistline,” Adam grumbled. “Unlike you fortunate souls, my metabolism doesn’t have the power to get rid of fat that easily.”
“Since when were you fat, Adam?” Carrie raised an eyebrow. “You look just fine to me. Just because you have flesh to squeeze around your stomach area doesn’t mean you’re fat.”
“He’s being the diva that he is, Carrie,” a new voice announced. “You never change, puppy.”
Katy Perry came strolling up to their little group, looking very becoming in a short black and white asymmetrical dress and royal purple hair. She pressed a kiss to Adam’s cheek, and then turned to Kris, eyes widening with mirth upon seeing him.
“Adam! You didn’t tell me you had a new boyfriend!”
“He’s not my boyfriend, Katy,” Adam sighed. “He’s my new PA and good friend. Kris, meet Katy Perry. Katy, meet Kris Allen.”
“…your hair is purple!” Kris accidentally blurted out.
He wanted to crawl under a table and die. He just said something weird to Grammy-nominated singer Katy Perry. She stared at him for what seemed like forever…and burst into a peal of happy giggles.
“I know!” she squealed, throwing her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. “I saw this wig in my closet just as I was about to leave, and I felt like it was calling for me to put it on. It goes really well with my dress, don’t you think?”
“Well, it does make things more colorful,” Kris mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “It makes you look like a really pretty Smurf.”
“Marry him now, Adam Lambert!” Katy declared dramatically. “I love him already!”
“Oh great, they’re finally serving the sushi!” Carrie cheered. “Come on, guys; sit with me. There’s a little surprise waiting at our table for you, Adam.”
Katy tucked Kris under her arm, grinning broadly as she motioned for him to follow after Carrie. Kris figured he would have died of embarrassment by now, but these people were just so nice and silly that he kind of felt right at home with them. Even Adam seemed to be less tense tonight. Kris was seeing more of his smiles and hearing more of his laughs, and he liked it that way.
“Johns?” he heard Adam exclaim. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you and Carly were going to Barbados tonight!”
“It was a ploy, Lambert,” the smirking man with a mop of unruly brown hair replied. “We needed to get you out of the Bat Cave, so I decided to feign absence.”
“You need to get your nose out of your paperwork, Adam,” a beautiful dark-haired woman added, her Irish accent noticeably heavy. “You haven’t hung out with us in forever.”
“Because there is sushi, I might forgive you just this once,” Adam relented, taking the seat across the couple. “Kris, this is my bastard of a boss, Michael Johns. The lovely lady next to him is his fiancée, Carly Smithson. Michael, Carly, meet Kris Allen, my not-boyfriend.”
“Darn,” Carly rolled her eyes. “I thought you finally stopped becoming a hermit. He’s a pretty little thing, though; he’ll be snatched away from you by some daytime soap opera star.”
“That doesn’t sound too appealing,” Kris wrinkled his nose. “I’ve seen what daytime TV has to offer, and all they do is fight, cry or have sex. None of it makes sense.”
“You’re a smart fellow, Allen,” Johns looked impressed. “Lambert could learn a lot from you.”
“Are you saying I’m stupid?” Adam feigned offense, trying not to laugh. “You pain me, Johns; I thought we were friends.”
“We are, you dimwit,” Johns responded jovially, snatching a piece of sushi from a passing waiter’s tray. “You know very well that this is my way of humoring you.”
“They’ve always been like that,” Carly confided to Kris. “Adam joined RCA a few months after Michael did, and they’ve been attached at the hip ever since. There’s never a dull moment when you’re with these two because they bicker to no end about the most inane things.”
“You better have your speech planned, Johns,” Carrie warned him. “And please try to keep your tongue in cheek; you ended up on TMZ last time when you uttered a few curse words in jest during Rihanna’s album launch. Not everyone is as cool as we are.”
“No one will ever be as cool as me,” Johns grinned. “Admit it, I-ouch! What the bloody hell, Carly?”
“Be nice, honey,” the Irish woman reminded him, her smile shark-like. “Or else there will be no sex tonight. I can always have you sleep on the sofa.”
“That’s what happened the last time they fought,” Katy laughed. “We seriously thought that Carly was going to call off the engagement. She wouldn’t speak to him for weeks.”
“What made her change her mind?” Kris asked.
“Johns serenaded her outside her bedroom window,” Katy replied dreamily. “It was totally embarrassing on his part-the man can really sing, though-and he woke up half the neighborhood, but it was all worth it in the end. Carly’s ice queen façade never showed itself again.”
“Which reminds me,” Adam suddenly piped up. “You’re engaged too, right, Katy? And Carrie just got married a few months ago. Man, I feel really old.”
“You really need to find yourself someone to keep, Adam,” Carrie admonished him. “Though I believe that boy is sitting right here on my left side.”
“Me?” Kris squeaked, looking genuinely puzzled. “But Adam and I aren’t even together!”
“As if we believe you,” Katy rolled her eyes daintily. “You’re going to be on People magazine and E!News by tomorrow morning, trust me.”
“Food first, PR later,” Johns quipped. “Come on, we’ve got to fall in line. I’m not going to give Simon Fuller the satisfaction of eating more sushi than I.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dinner had gone by surprisingly quickly. Johns and Carrie had excused themselves after harried meals in order to take the stage. Johns welcomed all the guests to the party, keeping things short and clean as promised. Carrie took the floor after, saying a few kind words of thanksgiving before launching into a mini-concert that consisted of her debut single and some of her favorite tracks. The atmosphere changed after that, as the DJ put on some slow songs that lured the couples onto the dance floor.
“Enjoying the night so far?” Adam found his way back to Kris’ side, holding a glass of red wine. “I’m sorry I disappeared after dinner; Johns and I were drinking our woes away. We were approached by Justin Bieber’s manager, and they want us to be in charge of producing his next record.”
“Justin Bieber?” Kris choked on his own wine. “I don’t even know what to say. He’s going to bring in a lot of money, but you’re going to have to put up with crazy pre-teen girls that want to have a piece of him. It’s so scary that barely legal teenage boys get a rise out of the female species.”
“Well, kids these days are scary things,” Adam shrugged. “I’m highly tempted to pit Archie against him one of these days; my little brother has an amazing voice.”
“I know,” Kris said, trying not to sound too wistful. “I heard him playing the piano in the music room last week. He was singing Lennon’s “Imagine”. It was a lovely rendition.”
“He certainly is talented, isn’t he?” Adam asked, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “He’s my pride and joy; I’m just so happy to have him back again.”
Kris was about to reply when Katy dropped into the seat next to him, holding out two electric blue colored cocktails.
“These are fabulous; I’m telling you,” she handed one to each of them. “I know bright colored drinks are the scariest things in the world, but this is actually good. The drink is made of vodka mixed with Skittles and lots of other fun stuff. The bartender told me it was called a Skittle Shit.”
“Nice name,” Kris chuckled, knocking the drink back in one gulp. “And man, this stuff’s strong!”
“Exactly!” Katy replied peppily. “This is why I’m more hyper than usual.”
“If I end up turning cartwheels later, I’m going to blame it all on you,” Adam declared. “Unlike you, my lovely friend, I don’t think I can get away with doing crazy things at an album launch party.”
“You should totally star as an extra in my “California Gurls” music video,” Katy suggested. “And Kris, too. I want to make him wear some neon pink swimming trunks with sushi patterns all over them.”
“He’s going to look like a confectionery,” Adam remarked, raising an eyebrow.
“I know,” Katy grinned. “And it would suit him perfectly. You’d look pretty with blue hair, Krissy.”
“I’m not a California girl, though,” Kris said with a wry smile. “I’m like, an Arkansan boy.”
“That’s a cute idea,” Katy remarked thoughtfully. “I could make it a B-side to my debut single; you can totally help me write the song and we’ll be dressed in plaids and daisy dukes.”
“Kris, would you like to dance?”
Both Katy and Kris stared open-mouthed at Adam, whose face was dead serious-and maybe a tiny bit hopeful. Flushing, Kris accepted Adam’s outstretched hand, trying to block off Katy’s loud hooting. Wordlessly, Adam swept him onto the dance floor, finding a fairly empty space for them.
“Put your left hand around my shoulder-or whichever part of me you can reach,” Adam instructed him. “Then give me your right hand…yes, that’s it. Are you feeling alright?”
“I just want to let you know that I have absolutely no coordination,” Kris muttered. “Also, I have never done this before. Please don’t kill me if I step on your expensive boots.”
“Well, that’s a lot better than spilling punch on my white Michael Kors suit,” Adam chuckled. “This is a slow dance, so all you have to do is move with the music. We’re not even going to do the fancy crap that they do on TV during masquerades-through I admit; I would really like to try that.”
“You would,” Kris agreed, laughing. “In fact, I think you would wear something seriously outlandish. Like some glittery thing with feathers and stuff. And I obviously don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“You’re right,” Adam grinned, brushing the tip of his nose against Kris’. “You don’t.”
It was relatively easy to fall into step with Adam. The DJ was playing some romantic song (Kris suspected it was the one from Zorro) now, and Kris had found himself plastered to Adam’s body, his face buried in the crook of Adam’s neck. They ditched the close ballroom position-that was what Adam had called their earlier stance-in favor of merely wrapping their arms around each other, swaying slowly to the music.
“Dude, you smell really good,” Kris found himself saying. “I think it’s your perfume; the yellowish liquid in the clear bottle that you ask me to fetch all the time.”
“You mean Dior Homme,” Adam chuckled. “Honestly, Kristopher, you’re giving yourself a more difficult time by describing the contents of the bottle.”
“It’s not like I read labels, Adam,” Kris snorted. “I’m never going to be able to differentiate Gucci from Prada; though I can probably recognize something done by Cassidy.”
“Especially if it shows off your butt. You’ll know it’s definitely his.”
“Cassidy told me this afternoon that he finds clothes very restricting,” Kris giggled. “He just woke up one day with the urge to strip away everything that was hindering his liberation, so he made a pact with himself that he would start wearing as little as possible.”
“He’s charming in his own way,” Adam nodded. “I’m glad you’re getting on so well with both Brad and Cassidy. I have this feeling the house will never be empty again as long as you are in it. Your milkshakes brings all the boys-well, allow me to exclude Miss Allison just this once-to the yard.”
“Are you jealous?” Kris tipped his head back, waggling his eyebrows in invitation.
“…I could be.”
Kris didn’t have time to retort, though; because, wow, Adam’s lips were grinding upon his with fervor, coaxing his mouth open with a talented tongue that Kris kind of had wet dreams about.
If this was what kissing was all about, then Kris had just been baptized with fire.
He clung to Adam’s biceps desperately in an attempt to keep his balance. Sure, he was probably moaning like a whore right now; but he didn’t really care about that. Kissing Adam was like breathing, and Kris was sure that he could go on living with their mouths permanently attached to each other if he had to. The music executive’s tongue was a naughty little thing; cleverly mapping out his mouth until it knew every crevice of it. When Adam finally pulled away for air (Kris may or may not have whined like a kicked puppy; he didn’t really find breathing necessary right now.), they just stared at each other, both amazed and probably just a little shell-shocked.
“That was-“
“…wow.”
Kris giggled nervously, burying his face into that comfortable spot in Adam’s shoulder that seemed to have been made just for him. He heard Adam chuckle softly, and a hand came to rest on his head; lovingly fluffing down the strands that never seemed to go where he wanted them to.
“You really are something, Kris Allen,” the taller man exhaled, sounding quite awed. “I was half-expecting you to slap me on the face or run away screaming.”
“Are you stupid?” Kris snorted. “That was an amazing kiss! Like, the best I’ve ever had.”
“Not to mention the best I’ve ever seen!”
Katy and Carrie popped up from virtually nowhere, both looking particularly consumed by the colorful cocktails that were littering the room.
“How do you have this weird talent of appearing from nowhere?” Kris asked curiously, accepting the lavender cocktail Katy offered him. “I swear you weren’t here a few minutes ago.”
“I was watching Mikey and Carly dance,” Katy replied. “Then they started snogging, so I felt like a total intruder. Carrie dragged me here just in time to see you guys snogging.”
“And I thought you weren’t dating,” Carrie raised an eyebrow. “What happened awhile ago seemed like a total full-on make-out session to me.”
“We aren’t,” Kris and Adam chorused.
“Speaking in unison,” Katy’s eyes were sparkling. “That is totally a married couple thing.”
“Look, maybe we’re just a little bit drunk,” Adam reasoned. “And I think Kris is a very pretty boy, so I gave in to the temptation of kissing him.”
“Your reasoning sucks, Lambert,” Carrie smirked. “I know when and when not to believe you.”
“Look, let’s just go back to the bar like cool party people and drink some more,” Kris suggested. “They’re mixing this neon green one right now; I kind of want to try it.”
He found himself tucked under Adam’s arm once more as they made their way back to the bar. He could feel a lot of eyes-and maybe a few camera flashes-on them, but he was too tipsy to care at the moment.
“Just let it be, baby,” Adam whispered, licking the shell of his ear.
Kris believed him. He always would.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Adaaaaaam…can’t you like, wait until we-oh gosh, that feels so good-get back home?”
“Why wait when we have five minutes to get our clothes off in here?” Adam muttered, busy mouthing at Kris’ collarbone through his open dress shirt. “I don’t believe in waiting.”
“Adam!” Kris scowled, pushing him away. “I am not running up your driveway in the buff! What if Archie sees? What if other people see?”
“…well, I’ve been working out,” Adam replied. “And I’m sure you look great naked, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“But I don’t think-whoa, what are you doing?”
Kris squeaked as Adam bodily lifted him from the seat and onto his lap. He felt the heat of Adam’s arousal through his pants and groaned, shamelessly rutting against the older man’s hard-on.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Adam growled. “Look at you, Kristopher Allen, rutting against me like the slut that you are. You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, babe. As soon as we get home, I’m going to open you up with my mouth and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see, hear, speak and think of anything but my dick inside you. You’re going to feel me for days and-”
The vehicle came to a halt and the privacy screen went up, interrupting whatever Adam was going to say. The pair immediately sprang free of each other, hastily rearranging their clothing.
“We’ve arrived, Mister Lambert, Mister Allen,” the driver announced, opening the passenger door for them. “Have a good night’s sleep, sirs.”
“Thank you, George,” Adam responded, trying not to sound like he had just had a frottage session in the backseat of a limo. “Feel free to go to bed after you put the car away.”
Kris shuffled along behind Adam, feeling a little cranky now that the mood had been ruined. He’d never had a reason to hate a limo driver in his life before, but he could very well hate George for being such a-okay, maybe it wasn’t his fault-cockblocker.
“Okay, so I guess I-mmph!”
Adam pushed Kris against the open door, grinding his pelvis into Kris’ stomach. He brushed another bruising kiss across Kris’ lips and held Kris’ hips in an iron grip, ensuring no escape.
It wasn’t like Kris wanted to escape, anyway.
“Last chance to back out,” Adam growled, his eyes dark with desire. “If you say no, I’m going to let you go right now and we’ll never speak of this again.”
Kris debated over his choice of words. He felt that they wouldn’t be enough to express how much he wanted Adam, so he went with gestures instead. He leaned heavily against the door and wrapped his legs around Adam’s waist, locking them together.
“Is this a yes enough for you or do you want me to wrap another part of my body around a specific region in your anatomy?”
Adam looked stunned for a moment. He threw his head back and laughed delightedly, making Kris want to lick a long stripe up that gorgeous throat.
“You speak the language of Shakespeare when he was absolutely horny,” the raven-haired man said with a feral grin. “Now, next question: my bedroom or yours?”
“Uhm, mine is nearer…?”
“Indeed, it is. And I simply cannot wait to ravish you.”
With that, he tightened his arms around Kris and slammed the front door shut, expertly locking it behind him. Kris desperately tried to keep his hands to himself throughout the short trek to his bedroom, but the temptation to slide his fingers underneath the collar of Adam’s dark blue dress shirt was just too hard to resist. Adam growled and slammed him against the wall, devouring his mouth once more.
“I think we should really get on with this,” Kris said breathlessly. “I’m starting to hear voices in my head. They’re kind of moaning and groaning and asking you to fuck me.”
“You’re crazy,” Adam panted in his ear. “You’re crazy and I fucking love it.”
He reached around them and yanked open the door to Kris’ bedroom, ready to deposit him on the bed and have his dear sweet way with him.
The problem was; the bed was already occupied.
By a very naked Cale with his tongue up a very naked Tommy’s ass.
“…Jesus fucking Christ,” Adam muttered in disbelief.
“Oh fuck,” Cale groaned, dislodging himself from Tommy. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
“I told you we should have picked a different room!” Tommy scowled, smacking Cale with a pillow.
Kris stared at the couple in wide-eyed fascination. Tommy’s body had been bent at this amazing angle, and Cale had been draped over him like a wolf protecting his mate. And his tongue had been in Tommy’s ass, which should really be kind of gross but looked totally exciting and sexy, anyway.
He couldn’t exactly put a finger on how he was feeling. Except that he sort of wanted Adam to do that-and a whole lot of other things-to him; because…wow.
“I am so sorry!” Adam exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Kris and I had too much to drink at the party-we’re drunk and fucking horny, obviously-and I really wasn’t expecting for someone to be doing the nasty here and…ugh, we ruined the mood, didn’t we?”
“We probably ruined yours, too,” Cale grumbled. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Tommy’s right; we should have picked out one of the guest rooms.”
“They’re probably locked,” Adam mumbled. “It’s my fault that I lock everything.”
“…it doesn’t matter,” Kris suddenly said.
Three pairs of eyes turned to him; one curious, one disbelieving, and one amused.
“I’m going to put this bluntly, okay? Obviously, we’ve all had a little too much to drink and we all want to have sex. Just because one pair accidentally walked in on another doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fuck anymore. I don’t know much about sex-okay, I know nothing at all-but it can be easy to bring back the mood. Dang, I should just…show you guys what I mean.”
He crossed the room, aware that everyone was staring at him, probably wondering what the hell was on his mind. Tommy, in particular, was smiling at him, luring him closer with a crook of his finger.
“Come here, kitten.”
Shakily, Kris came to stand in between the slim blond’s spread legs and surged forward, pressing his lips to Tommy’s in a soft, tender kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” he heard Adam moan from somewhere behind him. “Jesus Christ, Kris…”
He couldn’t care less at the moment, though. Tommy’s lips were soft and tasted like cherries, and his tongue was luring Kris’ out to play. Sighing happily, he curled his fingers around locks of Tommy’s hair, wondering how he’d gone all his life without kissing guys.
“Come here, Tommy,” Cale demanded darkly, his hand reaching out to grab Tommy’s wrist. “I don’t want you to forget the reason why you’re here.”
“Neither do I, Kristopher,” Adam’s voice was hot and heavy in Kris’ ear. “Clothes off, right the fuck now.”
“Help me undress him, Adam,” Tommy said with a devilish grin, rising from the bed and dropping to his knees behind Kris. “I know you want your little boy all naked and pretty for you.”
“Now I know he’s hanging out with the right crowd,” Adam smirked, slowly unbuttoning Kris’ dress shirt. “Come on, baby; be good for me and Tommy.”
Kris moaned as Adam practically ripped the shirt off him, tossing it to some dark corner of the room. Tommy was working on his belt, pulling it out of the loops before letting it drop to the floor with a satisfying thwack. He saw Cale shuffling around somewhere in the background, uncorking what seemed to be a vial of some sort. He couldn’t concentrate well enough to find out what it was, though. Adam was skimming the expanse of his chest with large hands, fingers tugging and twisting at his nipples.
“Oh fuck, Adam,” he breathed. “Yes, more. I want more…”
“Of course you do, dollface,”Adam grinned. “You’re a slut like that; just the way I want you.”
He ducked his head and fastened his lips around one of Kris’ nipples, sucking at it greedily while twisting the other one between his fingertips. Meanwhile, Tommy had successfully gotten him out of his pants, as he was now rubbing Kris’ hard-on through his briefs.
“Cale, what are you-oh fuuuuuuuuuuck!” he heard Tommy gasp.
Curious, Kris craned his neck to see what was going on behind him. Tommy was practically sprawled out on the floor, anchored by Cale’s palm resting flat across his chest. Cale’s other hand had disappeared somewhere, but judging by the way Tommy’s pupils were dilating and the way his voice hitched in his throat, Kris was sure that Cale was finger fucking the blond beauty.
“…oh my gosh,” he whimpered, hand snaking down to divest himself of his briefs. “You look so beautiful like that, Tommy…I can’t even---oh fuuuuuuuuuuck.”
“He’s a beauty, alright,” Cale smirked, kneading Tommy’s ass cheeks with his spare hand. “You should see how easy he opens up for me. This ass was born to take cock.”
“I’m sure this one is, too,” Adam pushed Kris down to his knees. “Some boys don’t know they’re meant to take cock until they’re actually faced by one. Now, suck me, you cockslut.”
Kris hurried to undo Adam’s fly, hyperaware that his partner was the only clothed one in the room at the moment. He wanted to feel Adam’s bare skin against his. He wanted to know if the galaxies of freckles on his forearms extended to…other places.
“…wow,” he whispered, petting Adam’s cock-and boy, was it huge-reverently. “Are you sure this is going to fit in me…?”
“We’ll make it fit, baby,” Adam promised roguishly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. I could make a porn star out of you; the videos would sell like hotcakes.”
Kris experimentally licked around the head of Adam’s cock, eliciting a groan from the older man. It felt a little strange, yet not at all unpleasant to be doing such; the voice in his head was telling him he was certainly born for it.
He heard Cale chuckle darkly before moving to sit on the edge of bed, pulling Tommy to sit between his splayed legs. The loving gestures being exchanged by the two men made something he couldn’t identify curl at the bottom of his stomach and tug at his heart. The soft kiss Cale had planted on Tommy’s forehead was enough to make him feel just a little jealous.
“Kris.”
He turned his attention back to Adam, who had somehow managed to divest himself of all his clothing in the few minutes that Kris had been distracted by something else.
“Go sit next to Tommy.”
Kris did so obligingly, wondering when and how he had gotten so obedient. Next to him, Cale and Tommy exchanged mischievous smiles. The taller man whispered something into his lover’s ear, and gave him a little nudge, pushing him towards Kris.
“Tommy, wha--”
“Hush,” Tommy soothed him, rubbing his back. “Don’t talk; just feel.”
The slim blond tilted Kris’ chin to meet his gaze, pressing his lips to the Southern boy’s once more. Kris shifted willingly as so to be able to accommodate Tommy better, licking hungrily at the other boy’s lips. Cale was staring at them intently, one hand fisting his dick.
“Now, put that pretty mouth of yours where it belongs,” Tommy whispered, looking a bit wrecked.
Adam had apparently dragged the dresser chair over to where Kris was while he was busy making out with Tommy. He looked amazing and powerful naked, all taut sinewy flesh with just a hint of a belly around his middle. Kris crawled up to him, eyes on the prize between the music mogul’s legs.
He would be lying if he wasn’t mentally debating on going down on Adam or climbing him like a tree.
“Good boy,” Adam crooned, snaking a hand into Kris’ hair as the Southern boy dragged his tongue up the length of Adam’s cock. “Eventually, I’ll teach you how to deep throat. You’ll take me in all the way and you’re going to swallow every bit of my cum. God, the things we could do...”
Kris felt a tingle of anticipation travel down his spine. Adam seemed to be planning for a next time. Kris figured he would be okay with that. Deciding it was time to experiment; he wrapped his lips around Adam’s thick length and sucked, greedily bobbing his head up and down like a whore at a brothel house. He knew nothing of fellatio, but Adam’s encouraging moans were a signal that he was doing this right.
“God, the boy’s a natural,” he heard Cale snicker. “Just like my Tommy.”
“He’s pretty, too,” Tommy added, a smile lacing his tone. “I could come from just watching him suck Adam off.”
“Oh no, you’re not,” Cale said roughly, pushing him onto the bed. “You’re going to come with my dick in your ass, and you’re going to like it.”
“Hey!” Adam growled. “Don’t make me-oh god, yes-jealous. I’m going to end up dumping him on that bed and fucking his brains out next to Ratliff.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” Tommy cocked his head, chuckling. “As I said, he’s very pretty.”
“Neither do I,” Cale shrugged, wrapping a hand around Tommy’s leaking dick. “I think I might just have an exhibitionist kink.”
“You think?” Tommy snorted. “You have one, Mills; you know you do.”
Kris whined pitifully when Adam pushed him back roughly. Adam hadn’t even come yet.
“…was I that bad?”
“God, baby, no,” Adam crooned, pressing tiny kisses all over his face. “You were amazing, in fact; but I want to come inside you, baby. This is our first time together; I want it to be good for you.”
He lifted Kris up bridal style and unceremoniously dumped him on the bed next to a fucked-out Tommy, who was receiving a blowjob from Cale.
“Seeing other men fuck gets you hot, doesn’t it?” Adam yanked his legs apart. “Well, I’m going to get you even hotter, Kristopher. I’m going to get you to a place you never thought existed.”
Kris opened his mouth to retort, but…oh. Did he just feel Adam’s tongue lick along his ass crack?
“Like that? Adam asked breathlessly, nipping at the skin of his inner thigh. “I saw the look on your face when you caught sight of Cale doing it to Tommy; you fucking want something up your ass.”
“Want your cock,” Kris said roughly, spreading his legs wider.
“Oh, he’s good,” Tommy bit back a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan. “Jesus, Cale! Get to it already. You’re going to have to get me all worked up again if I come in your mouth.”
“You slut,” Adam hissed, spreading Kris’ ass cheeks open. “Look at that pretty pink hole just waiting for me to stick my cock in. I’m going to fill you up, Kris; I’m going to fill you up so well.”
Kris whimpered, wiggling his ass in an attempt to bring it into contact with Adam’s mouth. He had never been so turned on in his life before. Right now, all he wanted was to be fucked into oblivion.
“Adam, please! I’m begging you-oh my fucking god, yes!”
Adam went down on him again, lapping teasingly at the space between his crack and his balls. Slowly, he dragged his tongue upwards, laving at Kris’ hole like he was drinking from some oasis. Kris moaned hungrily, arching his back off the bed and locking his legs around Adam’s shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Adam seemed to sense his urgency (was he that sensitive to Kris’ needs?), as he drove his tongue into Kris’ body, pushing it in and pulling out in quick flicks.
“Kiss him,” Cale urged Tommy again. “It turns me on so fucking bad.”
“The things I do for you, you bastard,” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Come on, baby; let’s give these two hulking perverts a show to remember.”
He rolled over on his side and loomed over Kris’ face, pressing their lips together for what seemed to be the nth time. Kris didn’t mind, though; he found Tommy to be a good kisser-that and he really liked the flavor of Tommy’s lip gloss. Because cherries were like, yummy.
“Twink porn at its finest,” Cale chuckled, positioning himself behind Tommy. “Lambert, you should get your head out of Allen’s ass; you’re missing a lot.”
“I’m capable of multi-tasking, thank you very much,” Adam said candidly, pulling away from Kris to catch the tube of lubricant Cale tossed him. “These sluts can make a career out of tonsil hockey.”
Kris watched in wide-eyed fascination as Tommy bent backward like a bow, his ass flush against Cale’s body. Adam seemed to be preoccupied with something, giving him free reign to watch Cale plow into Tommy. It frightened and amazed him to see Cale’s dick disappear into Tommy’s body as he pistoned his hips in and out. He’d seen it in a few gay porno flicks (he wasn’t that much of a hermit, okay?), but really, no visuals-however stimulating-could compare to the real thing.
Now, actually feeling it would be something else altogether.
“Ready to be fucked, babe?”
Kris turned his attention back to Adam, who had settled back between his legs. He gently prodded at Kris’ opening with two lube-slicked fingers, probably testing to see if Kris would open up for him. Kris figured he probably did, because Adam’s fingers easily slid through all the way to the first knuckle.
“Fuck,” Adam growled. “Look at you, opening up so easily and taking in two fingers without preamble. You’re a whore, Kristopher Allen; you’re my whore and I’m going to make sure you know it.”
Kris couldn’t really think of a good response at the moment. He was concentrating on the feeling of Adam’s fingers inside him, wiggling his ass in an attempt to adjust. It hurt a little-a good kind of burn, though-and felt a little odd, but he couldn’t help but want more.
“Adam, I feel a little…strange,” he breathed. “Like…like I need something more.”
“You want my cock, don’t you?” Adam hissed, pushing his fingers all the way in, making Kris moan. “My fingers aren’t enough to fill you up, I’m sure. I see the way you’ve been behaving, Kristopher. Your mouth took my cock easily, and I bet you ass will, too.”
Kris was once again distracting by the near-scream Cale had elicited from Tommy. The blond was half-on, half-off the bed now, his hands gripping the headboard in an attempt to stay balanced. Cale continued to fuck him, one hand twisting Tommy’s nipples roughly.
“I’m over here, Kris.”
It was Kris’ turn to cry out this time, as Adam had slid into him with one powerful thrust. Adam was right; his cock stretched Kris fully and almost painfully, but something about it made Kris feel so unbelievably good and full.
The emptiness in his heart had left him in a matter of mere seconds.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Adam moaned, jerkily rocking against Kris. “I wish you could see what I see now; you’ve taken me in all the way. Oh god, you have no fucking idea how beautiful you are right now.”
Kris rocked back against him, suddenly balking when he felt Adam’s cock hit something inside him. It was a pleasurable, all-encompassing sensation, and he wanted nothing more than to feel it over and over again.
“Adam, you have to move,” he managed to choke out. “I’m dying here! Please…”
Adam held his hips in a death grip-Kris was so sure they were going to bruise-and pulled out abruptly, leaving only the tip in. Kris whimpered and held out his arms, wrapping them tightly around Adam’s broad shoulders.
“…don’t leave me.”
Adam pulled away slightly to meet his gaze, his eyes bright and warm with something that Kris had never seen before. He leaned his forehead against Kris’, pushing back in as he did so.
“I never will.”
Something seemed to crack in both of them. Adam took Kris’ lips in a bruising kiss, fucking him with short, shallow thrusts. Kris wasn’t satisfied, though; he wanted Adam to be so deep inside him that it would be impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. He hooked one leg around Adam’s shoulder and kept the other along the small of the larger man’s back, moaning with satisfaction as Adam hit that spot that made him see stars. Next to them, Tommy had suddenly gone slack, dropping face-first onto the bed with a long, drawn-out moan. Cale, too, seemed to be at the brink of release, as he clearly lacked the finesse he’d had fucking Tommy earlier on.
“Adam, oh my god!” he cried, arching his back gracelessly. “It feels so good!”
“I told you it would, babe,” Adam sank his teeth into Kris’ collarbone. “We are so perfect together.”
Kris felt like he being sucked into a vacuum. There was nothing in his universe right now but the feel of Adam inside him; the older man’s thrusts becoming more and more erratic. He snaked a hand around his leaking cock and jerked himself off with vigor, feeling his orgasm approaching. Adam swatted Kris’ hand away, replacing it with his own. His bright baby blues bore into Kris’ brown ones, squeezing shut as he reached completion.
With that, Kris let himself go, the now familiar weight of Adam’s body making him feel safe and wanted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So, let me get this straight. This girl kills you by coming out of your television?”
“To put it bluntly, yeah. You die after seven days if you watch that particular video.”
“If so, then I’m glad VHS tapes aren’t in circulation anymore,” Kris remarked, shoving a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. “Or maybe they still are, but I haven’t touched one in ages. Is there any way to actually save yourself from death in this movie?”
“Make a copy of the tape and have someone else watch it,” Tommy answered. “Odd, but that’s how it works. The movie is pointless, but the ghost does this rad Michael Jackson walk when she comes out of the TV screen. It’s fucking hilarious.”
“You like the weirdest things. I can’t believe I’m friends with you.”
“How about, ‘I can’t believe I made out with you and touched your dick?’, instead?”
Kris burst out laughing and smacked him with a pillow. That morning, he’d woken up spooned against Adam and practically tucked into Tommy, who had been all but gift-wrapped by Cale’s possessive embrace. It had kind of reminded him of the Grey’s Anatomy (his mother liked to watch it, okay?) episode wherein Meredith Grey had woken up sandwiched between a very naked McStreamy and McDreamy.
Adam, Cale and Tommy had woken up because he couldn’t stop giggling.
“You know, Cale wouldn’t stop badgering me about us this morning,” Tommy continued. “He was so turned on by you and I kissing that he wants a reenactment for recording purposes.”
“Funny, because Adam said the exact same thing while we were showering,” Kris wrinkled his nose. “He said it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen and that he wished he had a copy of it for memory purposes. I hit him on the head with a loofah, of course.”
“Allen, a loofah is a harmless thing,” Tommy deadpanned. “You can’t kill anything with it.”
“It was the closest thing in reach,” Kris mumbled, his face heating up. “As if I would actually pick up something that would hurt Adam…”
“You wouldn’t,” Tommy grinned. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly except if it was trying to kill your friends. That’s how much of a darling you are.”
“I’m not nice,” Kris pouted, sinking deeper into the sofa. “I’m just…me.”
“Don’t argue with me, Kristopher,” Tommy shushed him. “You just nod whenever I say something that needs your agreement, okay? You know I’m never going to lie to you. Now, shut up and watch the movie with me.”
“Okay,” Kris relented, dropping his head on Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, things aren’t going to be weird between us, right? Just because we made out last night and uh, stuff…?”
“Dude, you don’t even have to ask me that,” Tommy said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “We’re best friends; we’re always going to be best friends. If my presence last night helped made you feel a little less scared about having sex for the first time, then I’m glad to have been there. You’re like a younger brother to me, Kris; I have to watch out for you.”
“You’re the darling, not me,” Kris drawled. “You look like death personified-especially when you put that black gunk on your face and don’t smile-but you’re always really nice to me.”
“Alright, enough with the fluff. I might suddenly switch the channel to Care Bears.”
They lapsed into a comfortable silence for awhile, both quite invested in the movie despite its obvious predictability. Kris, though, had quite a lot on his mind; his relationship with Adam was at the forefront of everything. Last night had been a fairytale for him. He had never felt so happy and alive until Adam had asked him out to the party. They had drunk, danced and fucked; all in one night.
Was Adam doing this just because he had found a window of opportunity?
Kris weighed his evidence. Adam trusted him; that was certain. He had trusted him enough to let Kris into his home and share pieces of his sordid past with him. Not once had he been unkind to Kris. He’d let Kris have free roam around the mansion (well, to areas that he had not boarded up, at least) and even let him invite friends over for company. He was also being paid well, so he had nothing to complain about. They had even showered together that morning, and Adam had kissed him goodbye before leaving.
So why were hot tears pricking at the corner of Kris’ eyes now?
“Hey,” Tommy touched his shoulder. “What’s wrong, baby Allen?”
“I’m just so confused, Tommy,” Kris sniffled. “Everything is happening so fast; I don’t know if I’m being played for a fool or not.”
He didn’t have to explain any further; Tommy understood perfectly. He wrapped his arms around Kris and held him close, stroking the Southern boy’s hair soothingly.
“He cares about you, you know.”
It was the best he could say. Tommy had promised Kris that he would never lie to him, and he wouldn’t start doing it now. What he said wasn’t what Kris wanted to hear, though; and they both knew it all too well.