rpf: so tonight i'm gonna rest
Sal: ...This is my first Emmy too
Jen: Oh see? We're virgins together! *laughs*
Sal: *laughs* Ow. Jennifer Morrison, TMI. Too Much Information
[Me: Oh Jenny, I love you]
I wrote my first smut ever, y'all! I'm a virgin and no longer one at the same time. I don't know what to feel. I'm scared, that's for sure. That's why the fic was originally posted anonimously, I guess?
IDK MAN, IDK...
Title: So Tonight I'm Gonna Rest
Characters/Pairing: Adam, Kris, Katy (Kris/ Katy, Kris/Adam friendship)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: It's RPF. Plus, have I mentioned this is my first time writing smut? Yeah...
Notes: Originally written to fill a prompt in ai_kinkmeme: Kris sneaks Katy into the Idol mansion for some sexytimes. Whether they unknowingly have some voyeurs is up to you.
Original link HERE
They put him with the cute one.
They say that since both of them have been roommates already anyway, there’s no point in shuffling them apart. Meanwhile, Adam tries not to think of conspiracy or drama-induced TV ratings.
Not that he has anything to complain, of course.
He has first noticed Kris since the Hollywood Week started. Has congratulated and shaken his hand. Has responded “Nope” to his “Is this seat taken?” Has patted his back when Ryan called both of their names.
But Adam frowns when Kris throws his guitar case on the bed in the front right corner of the room; the one that Adam has walked towards first. It hides slightly behind the wall and, unlike the other bed, doesn’t face the door directly.
“I feel less exposed here,” Kris says.
Adam ignores him, toting his bags to his bed instead. He just finishes putting down the last one of them when Kris’ voice echoes from inside the bathroom.
“What’s this?”
Adam approaches then, leaning on the doorsill as he finds Kris staring down at something in front of him.
“That, is a bidet.”
He laughs when he tells Kris that.
*
Reporters refer to the mansion as a bubble. Adam prefers to compare it to an all-girls Catholic high school.
Not that he knows what it feels like to be in an all-girls Catholic high school, of course.
He does know that it looks pretty, though. There’s something about its exterior that appeals to him and Adam blames it on the Libra part of himself. It’s majestic, and beautiful, and eerie at the same time. And there are rooms, rooms and more rooms than you can possibly imagine. There are the high ceilings and the tall doors. And then there are the creepy long hallways that lead to nowhere.
So, yes. The mansion is an all-girls Catholic high school. It lures you in with its glory and you can’t help being excited about the amount of education you know you’re going to receive.
And you love and hate it at the same time. You do enjoy spending time there but you just hate to love it.
Because the mansion, it also cocoons, binding the thirteen of them with ridiculous rules and prohibitions. Kris purses his lips when they inform the finalists about curfew and limited lunchtime, mumbling incoherently about not having much to talk about when he only gets two hours to eat. His face only lights up when they mention a weekly free time on every Tuesday night. “As long as you all here during the wake up call in the morning,” they add.
That alone, though, is a cue for the contestants to pass “Go” and collect their $200. The night after a live performance can be an adrenaline fest or a tear-filled one, depending on the way Simon chooses his metaphors. Either way, it’s a reason well enough to play havoc. And when you go to bed so late that you can’t even hear the phone when it rings non-stop in the morning, well, isn’t that what roommates are for? To mercilessly shake you awake before someone comes in and scolds you both?
The night of the Top 11 performance, Adam watches silently from the backstage as Kris fidgets on the stool, adjusting his position until he can see the left side of the audience clearly before he belches out his Bob Dylan. It takes Adam a glance, a smile and another glance before he follows Kris’ eyes. And that’s when he sees her, glancing, smiling, glancing back.
Adam misses her amongst people’s amused reaction to Randy’s comment. He then sets his eyes back to Kris, now joined by Ryan at the middle of the stage. Even when Ryan reiterates the compliments and reading the numbers, Kris just lets out an uninterested “Yeah, yeah;” his eyes keeps returning and never really leaving.
Nobody sees Kris after the show’s over. He’s not in their room when Adam comes home at 2 AM, either. Adam changes his clothes and lies on his bed, sleepless. It shouldn’t feel funny but it is. Kris is the one that yawns at the middle of a sentence and turns silent the second after, leaving him for immediate sleep. To go to bed before Kris is… It’s just- It feels wrong.
When Kris eventually returns, he leaves the door open long enough to let the light from the hallway hits the clock on Adam’s bedside table. It’s a few minutes after 4 AM and Adam breathes slowly, listening to Kris’ footsteps as he tiptoes across the room. There are sounds of shoes being thrown against the wall, jeans being unzipped and a shirt being recklessly dropped to the laundry basket. And Adam listens.
Kris coughs quietly when he finally climbs into his bed. “Shut up,” he calls out to Adam’s direction.
Adam snorts under his blanket.
*
Kris says it has been the easiest decision he’s ever made in the show so far. “Because I didn’t get to decide anything,” he laughs before finishing. “Leave it all to the missus.”
“Which one is it again?” Adam asks.
Kris smiles and answers. “The one that won Oscar.”
*
Four words and all hell breaks loose.
“Matt, it’s good news.”
Everybody loves a funny guy, and Matt is one. Not to mention talented. And with a name that will someday be recorded in Guinness Book of World Records.
All in all, it’s a cause for celebration. Even some of the producers and the handlers join in the fun, temporarily forgetting their own commandments.
They’re in a bar near the mansion-and there’s booze; there’s always booze. And Adam’s laugh is getting louder, louder as the night progresses. Amidst the blur and the haze, he forgets to look for Kris.
But he must be somewhere, anywhere. Besides, Danny is doing something with his face and it’s funny; oh, so funny. Adam is laughing again until his stomach hurts.
Adam knows he’s not drunk. Tipsy, he might be. But never drunk. And he needs to stay that way. So when the clock on the wall chimes three times, he decides it’s time for him to head back.
Anoop is shouting “Loser!” at his back as he passes the exit. Adam doesn’t turn around, gesturing some sign with his finger to the remaining guests instead. The burst of laughter that follows dies away as the door swings close behind him.
The fact that he can still walk straight to the mansion amuses and scares him at the same time. On the one hand, there’s a sense of achievement. But then there’s a feeling of astonishment and an inward question of how many times he has done this before; too many times to make him numb?
Adam just stares at his toes when he walks and only lifts up his head when he reaches his bedroom door. Kris’ and his.
And that reminds him; Kris needs to wake him up in the morning.
He opens the door carefully, not wanting to wake up Kris. It sways open and close without a sound, only clicking slightly as the knob hits the strike plates.
But then there’s a sound.
It’s a sigh, and a grunt. A moan, sigh, sigh, grunt.
And Adam is curious, he’s always been; it makes him who he is today after all. Besides, the sounds are ringing louder in his ears. He walks further then; his eyes adjusting to the unlit room in the meanwhile. And he’s getting closer.
“Oh God!”
It’s Katy’s voice.
Every noise seems to fade afterwards. Adam stops in his tracks, tracing familiar shapes and silhouettes. There’s Katy, of course, lying across Kris’ bed; her naked skin glinting despite the darkness. Then there’s her husband; his body on top of her; over her, wrapped around and inside her. They seem to cling to each other, as if one of them will fall off anytime soon and it’s the only way they know to prevent it from happening. Katy has her arms around his neck; her legs snaking his waist at the same time. Kris is still sucking the skin on her neck when she gasps at the unexpected sight of Adam. His head is buried deep in Katy’s golden locks and it takes him some time to realize that’s something is going not according to plan. He follows Katy’s gaze then, dropping his jaw when he finally notices Adam.
“Uh-” Adam starts, breaking the silence. “What are you doing?”
Kris glares at him in shock. He swallows hard before talking to Adam, practically yelling at him. “You think!?”
Even when Adam stands there, staring back at them dumbfounded, Kris never really stops rocking his hips. The bed creaks quietly, almost muting Katy’s inevitable moan. Almost.
“I-” Adam tries again. “I-”
“I’m not stopping, Adam!” Kris shrieks at his direction, bucking his hips a little faster just to prove his point. Under him, Katy looks up to the ceiling. Her lips open and close, mouthing something unintelligible. Adam can almost hear her, Don’t, don’t. I don’t want you to.
“I don’t want you to.”
But it’s not Katy after all.
When the words leave Adam to reach Katy’s ears, her head turn involuntarily from the ceiling towards him. Adam glances at Kris then, asking for approval. Because his right palm is on his own crotch already, feeling the throbbing bulge inside his pants.
Adam watches as Kris’ eyes trace down the line from his face to the hand that lowers the zipper of his pants. His free hand slightly pushes them down, making the pants, along with his boxers, hang limply under his waist. Adam slips his right hand in-and brushes his cock.
Gosh, he’s hard already.
He begins stroking then, slowly. But it’s enough to make his eyes roll up and his throat let out a moan. When he finally looks down again, Kris is still staring at him; frowning, yet gaping at his ever-building erection. He seems to be at lost, constantly going back and forth between Adam and Katy, until eventually, he stops riding her altogether.
At this point, Katy is, too, still staring at Adam. But when Kris stays still above her, she glares at him and, unhooking her right arm from his neck, grabs his ass and pulls him deeper inside her.
That’s all the sign that Kris needs to look back at her face and starts thrusting hard into her, clawing at the sheets for support. He bows his head lower, letting Katy bite his lower lip before slipping his tongue in her willing mouth.
And Adam watches.
His strokes are lazy at first; more of delicate touches to his cock rather than aggressive moves. But when Katy clutches Kris’ shoulders, leaving marks on his skin with her nails, Adam knows he’s missing out. God knows what they’re doing before he walks in on them. The truth is, they leave them out.
Cheaters!
So Adam massages his cock faster; his hand becomes reckless and sloppy. He needs to catch up like it’s the last thing he has to do in his life. Meanwhile, Katy’s cry echoes through the room.
“Oh, Kris! Harder, harder!”
At that, Kris places both his hands on the edge of the bed, using it as something to hold on to while he pumps faster, deeper but most of all, harder. Adam stares in awe as both of them move in rhythm, rubbing his erection just a little faster. And harder, harder.
Kris focuses himself on Katy’s face, seemingly content to tease her a bit longer. Adam watches as he lets out a smirk before his right hand release its hold on the bed to travel down, where his body becomes one with Katy’s. He presses on her clit with his thumb and that’s all it takes to make Katy explode. Her eyes seem to bulge out at first; her mouth is open, letting out incoherent moans. Her head is trashed from side to side then, while she bucks her hips frantically, desperately rising them to meet Kris; to be closer-if it’s even possible.
And Adam cries, “Oh, oh!”
The smirk on Kris’ face is gone all of a sudden. He clenches his eyes shut, biting his lower lip as he feels his orgasm building. He thrusts harder inside Katy instead, grunting and calling her name repeatedly. “Katy,” he growls. “Kate-”
Kris is struggling to let out words, mumbling more than ever when he finally shrieks, more to the whole room rather than just to Katy. “Here it comes!”
At Kris’ cue, Adam climaxes, momentarily losing his sight as he’s overcome by pleasure. Kris comes seconds afterwards, making sounds that Adam has never heard rolling out of his tongue before. But it just makes Adam cry even louder; his own sound is deafening him, almost blocking his ears from Katy’s continuous moans.
It feels like hours before all of their sounds are muffled and finally die away. But they eventually do, replaced by heavy and shallow breaths-and a thud as Adam’s knees shake and he drops to the floor. On the bed, Kris collapses into Katy, who caresses his hair softly as he buries his face in the hollow of her neck.
At some point, Adam realizes he needs to go to the bathroom and clean himself. But he’s tired-and spent. He just wants to close his eyes and deal with everything-with Katy, with Kris, himself-later. Way, way later.
Besides Kris is chuckling all of a sudden. Katy turns her face so she can have a better look at him, smirking all the while. Adam furrows his brows at them, trying to figure out. But when no explanation comes up, he just lets out a grin.
“Less exposed, my ass,” Adam murmurs under his breath.
“Shut up!” Kris says.
The end.