You Taste Just Like Glitter
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~6300
Written for shatteredmemrys for a charity drive ages ago now, and she's been so good about waiting! Kris loves watching Adam get ready for the show, and finally does something about it.
Kris was curled up in a chair in the corner of the dressing room, pretending to be engrossed in a book. Really, his eyes were trained just above the edge of the book on Adam, sitting in front of the large mirror putting on his makeup for the show.
When they were still in the mansion, Kris had loved to watch Adam get ready, sliding the flat iron through his hair and smudging the kohl liner along his lashes. Adam's tongue would poke out from between his lips, and Kris would fight to keep his own tongue from doing the same.
Kris would watch Adam wiggle into his jeans, which he knew were women's; he loved the way the fabric clung to Adam's thighs, and how they rested low on his hips. Kris would perch on the edge of the bed or bathtub, carrying on a conversation that more often than not was just an excuse to watch Adam get ready.
Kris had worried that on tour he'd have less opportunities to watch Adam, but as it turns out he was wrong. As soon as Michael went on stage every night, Adam started getting ready. Kris was often curled up listening to his iPod or reading a book, psyching himself up for the show and it gave him the perfect vantage point.
Kris' eyes peeked over the top of his book, trained on Adam's hand. He applied his foundation smoothly, sponge gliding over his skin covering the freckles one by one. Kris wished Adam wouldn't cover them all the time and he loved the early mornings on the bus when he could count the freckles scattered across Adam's cheeks. Next, he loaded up a brush with a pale powder, pursing his lips to blow off the excess. Kris felt his stomach clench as the cloud of powder puffed in front of Adam's face, settling to the table.
Adam swept the powder over his face lightly, focusing on his forehead and nose. He pulled back from the mirror, crinkling his forehead a little and leaned in again, dusting more powder across his cheeks. Kris shifted in his chair as Adam reached for the little bag he kept his eye makeup in. This was Kris' favourite part, watching Adam really transform into the fabulous creature he became on stage.
Adam started with something teal and creamy; Kris had no idea what it was, but his fingers itched to spread it across Adam's eyelids, the same way Adam was doing now. Adam applied a thin layer, blending it in with a brush before opening his eye shadow. He bit his lip, digging through the options and Kris licked his parched lips.
Adam pulled out a few different colours, setting them in a row on the table in front of them. He selected a small, firm brush and a bright turquoise colour, packing it on all over his lids. Kris loved that colour, and the way it made Adam's eyes stand out against his face, and he forced himself to keep the book high enough up that he could still flick his eyes back if Adam were to look over.
After adding more colours to his lids Adam pulled back from the mirror again, turning his face side to side. His eyes widened, as it he'd realized he'd forgotten something essential and he went digging through the bag again. Kris' breath caught in his throat as Adam pulled out a pair of false lashes. Adam's own lashes were long and dark, but the extra-fullness the falsies provided made Kris think of those lashes fluttering over his cheeks, and other places.
As the glue on his lashes dried, Adam brushed away the smattering of blue and black shadow that had fallen on his cheeks, and applied bronzer. This was something else that Kris didn't love as much as everything else. The rest enhanced Adam, made him more beautiful than he already was, but Kris felt the bronzer hid him. He left himself imagine taking a cotton ball soaked in makeup remover and swiping it across Adam's cheek. He'd leave the eye makeup though; it would be even more striking against Adam's freckled cheeks.
“Kris!” Adam's voice was loud as Kris startled in the chair. “Earth to Kris! I've called your name three times! Can you throw me that box of Kleenex beside you?” Adam looked at Kris with a smirk on his face, and Kris cleared his throat before tossing the box in Adam's direction.
“Sorry, I was just...um, really into this book.” Kris held the book up in demonstration, and then set it down on the table. “I'm just going to go for a walk; I'll see you in a bit.” Kris walked out of the room, trying not to notice the amused confusion written on Adam's face. He locked himself into the small bathroom, leaning his forehead against the cool tiled wall.
“I have got to get my act together.” Kris muttered to himself as he tried not to imagine Adam applying his makeup. It was still so early in the tour, and at this rate Kris was going to make a fool of himself before they were halfway through. He was going to have to stop watching Adam put on his makeup, and he was going to have to stop thinking about him that way. Kris sighed shakily, running his hands through his hair and head back into the dressing room and tried to convince himself that his resolve was firm.
For a few days, everything was fine. Kris' eyes only wandered to Adam as he was doing his makeup a few times, and Kris usually managed to stop himself as soon as he started imagining Adam's fingers spreading glitter over his cheekbones. Then came what Kris would later realize was a watershed moment.
Adam was always getting things thrown to him on stage; bras, underwear, pretty standard rock star fare. But as the tour went on, people were getting more and more creative, and Kris felt like they were doing it just to torture him. Kris felt his heart stop the night he saw the boa fly on stage during the Bowie medley, and he gasped so loudly the stage hands actually turned to look at him as he stood in the wings.
Kris battled with himself, one side of him begging Adam to pick up the boa and the other praying he wouldn't even touch it. But of course, the universe was working against him and Adam scooped up the boa, tossing it over his shoulders. Kris' breathing quickened, the sight of the brightly coloured feathers standing out sharply against Adam's black outfit. Kris' mind went out of control, imagining how the feathers would feel as he ran his fingers through them, feeling Adam's hot skin just underneath the boa.
Adam danced and gyrated across the stage, twirling the boa over his head and Kris heard nothing except the pounding of his heart in his ears. He didn't even register that Adam's set was coming to an end until a frantic stage hand bodily pulled him out of the wings and towards the lift. Kris passed Adam on the way, and he knew what his face must look like. Eyes wide and dark; lips red and wet from where Kris had been chewing on them; cheeks flushed from the thoughts that were still running through Kris' head.
Adam's smile faltered as he locked eyes with Kris, as if he was seeing him for the first time. Despite the stage makeup, Kris could see Adam's cheeks redden and he found himself smiling, even though he knew he'd been caught. As the lift rose, Kris stared at the ground for a little longer than usual to regain his composure, and after his set everyone said that it was one of his best yet.
They dance around what had happened for awhile, with Kris resuming his sneaky watching of Adam's makeup routine even though now they both know the other is aware of what is going on. Adam gets more boas, and dances with him every time, knowing Kris is standing in the wings, eyes dark and lips wet. Gradually, Kris stops pretending that he's not watching Adam, the book never even leaving his bag. He pulls a stool up next to Adam for a front row seat, handing him products.
They carry on an inane conversations, though Kris can tell it's driving Adam crazy. Every time their fingers brush as Kris hands him a product, Adam's voice catches for a second, and their hands linger for a little longer than necessary. As Adam applies his foundation, Kris can tell Adam is covering more than freckles as the blush on his cheeks grows brighter. Kris begins to realize that even thoughhe's the one that is fascinated with Adam, he also has the upper hand. Adam would never make the first move unless he were 150% sure that Kris wanted it, and Kris smiles to himself as he realizes how much fun he can have with this.
Kris stops just watching Adam, and starts touching him. He gets Adam to teach him how to do his hair, running his finger through Adam's hair, nails teasing along his scalp as he glides the flat iron through it. Adam's eyes flutter closed, but just for a second as he fights to keep his breath even. His fingers grip into the arms of the chair as Kris' fingers deftly run over the back of his neck, causing the hairs there to stand up.
Kris asks Adam to let him do his makeup, perching in front of him on the vanity. He fumbles a bit with the brushes and sponges, but Adam doesn't care. Kris hand cups Adam's chin, tilting his face towards the light with his thumb resting lightly on Adam's lower lip. Kris can see Adam's hands twitching, his fingers gripping into the arms of the chair, and his tongue darting out to lick at his top lip. Kris imagines Adam wanting to touch him, wanting to take Kris' thumb into his mouth and suck. Kris just takes his time, spreading the foundation over Adam's flushed cheeks, his own cheeks reddening a little as he digs through the makeup bag for the little pot of creamy blue stuff.
He dipped his ring finger into the stuff, feeling the cool product melt with his body heat. “Close your eyes,” he whispers to Adam, his voice soft and heavy. He taps his finger lightly on Adam's eyelid, spreading the product out smoothly. Kris' breath quickens and it takes a lot of effort to still the shaking of his hand enough to apply the makeup neatly. He licks his lips, even though his mouth is dry and just looks at Adam.
His eyes are shut, and his lips parted and wet. Kris can tell Adam is breathing heavily, can see the effort it's taking for him to sit still. “Open,” Kris commands, rubbing his thumb over Adam's lip lightly. Adam's eyes opens, and Kris stops breathing. His pupils were blown wide, his normally light eyes dark with emotion.
Adam moved one of his hands from the arm of the chair with effort, and placed it heavily on Kris' thigh. The heat spread through Kris' entire body, and he couldn't help but stare at Adam's polished fingernails digging lightly into his flesh. “Kris.” Adam's voice sounded shaky, something Kris had never heard before and it made him look up. “What is this all about? I don't know if I can handle anymore of this.” Adam was smiling, but Kris could see the tension on his face.
Kris turned his face slightly, looking at the floor. He felt his cheeks redden; he hadn't actually planned on explaining this to Adam, ever. He cleared his throat and just started talking. “It's about you, mostly.” His voice was soft, and his eyes darted up to Adam's quickly before he continued. “Something about the makeup...and the boas and the dancing and the women's jeans. It's just...it's a lot.” Kris lifted his hand to rub at the back of his neck but Adam grabbed it, tangling their fingers together.
“I'd say I was surprised, but you've been surprising me since day one. Wait...how long has this been going on?” Adam saw the smile spread across Kris' lips. “When you used to come shopping with me in the mansion? Or talk to me while I was getting dressed?” Kris nodded, biting his lower lip. “Damn, Kristopher, you are very determined. And apparently I'm oblivious. Were you ever planning on acting on it?”
Kris gestured between them with his free hand, answering. “This is me acting on it. I stopped watching and I started doing. I've been...um...thinking about this for a really long time.”
Adam nodded, squeezing Kris' hand. “I can't say I've ever thought about exactly this,” Adam gestured to the mess Kris had made on the vanity, “but I can also say that I kind of wish I had. It's a pretty damn good idea.” Kris laughed in relief, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. Adam let go of Kris' hand to put his hands on Kris' hips, yanking him forward. Kris yelped in surprise as he found himself sitting heavily on Adam's lap, his hands pressed against Adam's chest.
“I have a proposition.” Adam's voice sounded like he was making a very fun business deal, but the weight of the words still settled heavily in Kris' belly. “How about the next time a boa is thrown on stage, I keep it. And then, you come to my hotel room and we'll really do something about...this.” Adam ran his fingers lightly under Kris' shirt, causing Kris to shudder and nod. Adam reached behind Kris, grabbing a makeup brush off the table and wiggling it in front of Kris' face. “Now, I can't go on stage like this, so do you want to finish, or should I?”
Kris took the brush from Adam's hand, slid off his lap and climbed back onto the vanity to finish the job. This time, instead of Adam's fingers digging into the arms of the chair, they rested lightly on Kris' thighs, making small circles. Kris would've thought it would be distracting, but it was exactly the opposite. He felt like he was thinking clearly for the first time in weeks, and his hands finally stopped shaking.
That night as Kris stood off stage, watching Adam's set he found himself muttering under his breath begging for someone to throw a boa on stage. There were bras, and panties and things Kris couldn't identify, but his heart sank to his stomach as he was ushered under the stage to the lift with no sign of a boa. Adam shrugged as they passed each other in the hallway, a small smile playing across his lips. Kris groaned softly, almost regretting making this deal. He'd never been very good at waiting.
Three nights later, it finally happened. The red feather boa flew through the air, and Kris thought he could hear it hit the stage. Adam ignored it, dancing around it until the end of “Let's Dance”, wrapping it around his shoulder as he took his place on the lift. Kris was watching intently, ignoring the stage hand insistently tugging on his arm as Adam's eyes jerked for a second away from the crowd and in Kris' direction. Kris' heart stopped for a split second, and finally he allowed himself to be dragged towards the lift. This time, as he and Adam passed in the hall, Adam didn't even look at him, but he made sure the trailing feathers of the boa brushed across Kris' forearm, sending shivers through his entire body.
Kris went through the rest of the show and the after-party on autopilot, smiling and signing and taking pictures and trying not to look at Adam. Finally, they were ushered onto the bus and headed for the hotel and Kris allowed himself to lie back in his bunk and imagine. He imagined the bright red of the boa standing out in sharp contrast to Adam's pale skin. He imagined running the feathers over Adam's chest, and then lower, just barely touching his skin. He imagined smearing Adam's makeup with his fingers, and he imagined the taste of Adam's skin below it. Kris shifted in his bunk, his cock already pressing hard against the front of his jeans. He rested his palm on it, pressing lightly and almost reassuringly as he closed his eyes and waited for the call that they'd arrived at the hotel.
An hour later, they piled off the bus, some of them significantly more bleary-eye than others. Kris could see the boa peeking out of Adam's overnight bag and his heart rate quickened as the handlers handed out the room keys. He pocketed his, knowing he wouldn't be using it and followed everyone into the elevator. The numbers clicked by slowly, driving Kris crazy. What was worse was Adam, standing directly behind him, pressing close to him despite the fact that there was more than enough room for him to back up.
Kris could feel Adam's cock pressed into the small of his back and his heart felt like it was about to pound through his chest. He was excited, he was nervous and his mind was in a hundred different places at once. He thought about Katy, he thought about their relationship and their struggles, but his mind kept coming back to Adam. Maybe this was a stupid decision, but right now, it didn't feel like it. Adam's body pressed to his back felt good, and Kris wanted more. He'd deal with the rest later.
After what felt like an eternity, the doors opened and they all spilled out, muttering tired goodnights as they headed for their rooms. Kris watched to make sure that the others were inside their rooms before following Adam into his. Adam locked the door, and flicked on the light turning to face Kris. “So, here we are.” Kris found Adam's voice somehow both comforting and predatory at the same time.
Kris dropped his bag on the floor and put his hands in his pockets, looking up at Adam. “Yep.” The air between them prickled as Adam stepped closer, his hands resting on Kris' chest. His fingers played over Kris' chest lightly, feeling Kris' heart rate speed up. Kris lifted his own hands to Adam's waist, slipping them under Adam's shirt and rubbing circles into the soft skin.
Adam leaned in, his mouth brushing Kris' ear. “You ready?” Though he didn't say it, Kris knew that he had an out anytime he needed one. He also knew he would never say no, never ask Adam to stop.
Kris nodded, breathing out his answer. “Yes.”
“You trust me?” Adam's tongue darted out, circling the outer rim of Kris' ear sending shivers down his spine.
“You know I do.” Kris wrapped his hands father around Adam's waist, pulling him into something that would've been a hug if it wasn't for the hot press of Adam's cock against his hip bone.
Adam pressed against Kris for a few seconds before pulling back, a grin spreading across his face. Kris knew that smile, and it meant Adam was up to something. Given the situation, he assumed he'd like the “something” but he couldn't help the heat he felt start to spread across his cheeks as he thought about the possibilities. “Okay. Strip.” Adam's voice was light, but still commanding and Kris found himself laughing nervously as he obeyed.
Kris pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the side as he toed off his sneakers. He unbuckled his belt and jeans, pushing them down slowly. Just as they were about to clear his hips, he turned his back to Adam, wiggling his ass a little. Adam laughed and called him a tease, and Kris dropped his head to hide the stupid grin spreading across his face. He kicked his jeans in the direction of the bed and turned to face Adam, fighting the urge to cross his hands in front of himself.
Adam's mouth was open slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Jesus, Kris. I mean, shit.” Adam stepped forward and ran his hand smoothly down Kris' chest and rested it on Kris' hip. He leaned in and kissed Kris softly, and when Kris tried to deepen the kiss he pulled back. “Not yet. I have plans.” The smirk was back, and Kris was already starting to hate it.
Adam bent to pick up his overnight bag and carried it to the bed. He started pulling things out and arranging them on the bed. “You said you trusted me, right?” Kris nodded. “And it's the makeup and the boas and stuff that really does it for you?” Kris opened his mouth to protest, but Adam waved his hand to silence him. “I know, it's me too. But this is what started it?” Kris paused before nodding, his teeth worrying his lower lip. Adam smiled joyfully, “Good. Then I want to play. Get dressed!”
Kris' eyes scanned over the items on the bed. It wasn't much, not even an outfit. A pair of black satin panties were spread on the bed next to the red boa, and there was Adam's makeup bag. Kris was torn between the voice in his head telling him NO STOP WEIRD and the growing heaviness in his groin as he thought about himself in the items Adam had laid out on the bed.
His reaction surprised him; he'd never, ever thought of himself in this situation. Was it the idea of himself in makeup and those clothes that was causing it, or was it the knowledge that Adam wanted him like that, wanted to be the one to broaden his horizons? Kris didn't know, but he wanted to find out.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. He imagined the red feathers against his own skin, imagined Adam's hands on his face as he applied the makeup and let out his breath in a shuddering sigh. Kris opened his eyes and walked towards the bed, reaching his hand out to grab the panties. He felt the satin slide coolly between his fingers as he stretched the panties out to step into them.
Adam's eyes were trained on the black satin as the panties slid smoothly up Kris' legs. He watched as Kris awkwardly adjusted the panties over his cock, and ran his hands over his hips, his fingers catching on the edge. “Come here.” Adam reached his hand out for Kris, pulling him forward. Adam stood Kris in front of him and ran his hands down Kris' chest, around his hips, and rested them in his satin-covered ass. “You look gorgeous.” Adam's voice was heavy as his fingers ran just under the edge of Kris' panties.
Kris' cheeks reddened as he looked down at Adam. He rested his hands on Adam's shoulders, fisting them in his t-shirt. “Why are you dressed? This doesn't seem fair.” Kris bent forward just far enough to grab the hem of Adam's shirt and pull it over his head. His hands moved back to rest on Adam's chest, fingertips playing across Adam's collarbones. Kris moved to straddle Adam's legs and settled himself down on his lap, wrapping his arms around Adam's neck.
Kris leaned forward and lets his lips drift down the side of Adam's neck to kiss his collarbone, allowing himself to pause there. He bit and sucked the sensitive skin there, feeling Adam breathe sharply beneath him. Kris swiped his tongue across the purple mark he'd left behind and pulled back to look at Adam. His eyes were dark and his lips were parted slightly, and Kris could feel Adam's fingers digging harshly into his hips.
Kris leaned into kiss Adam, but he felt Adam's hands flat on his chest, holding him back. “Wait.” Adam's voice was gravelly, and Kris could feel it at the base of his spine. “I want to do something first.” Kris watched Adam's hands reach for his makeup bag; watched as his fingers pulled the zipper open and dug through the contents. “Close your eyes, this is going to be a surprise.”
Kris groaned as his eyes fluttered shut, and he dropped his hands to rest them on Adam's bare waist. He started when he felt Adam's fingers gripping his chin lightly, but he kept his eyes closed and relaxed into Adam's touch. Kris felt something cool being spread over his eyelids, Adam's fingers gentle and soft. It was hard for Kris to tell exactly what Adam was doing, and he found himself wishing that he could watch.
He opened one eye, just a slit and smiled at the look on Adam's face. His eyes were squinted and his tongue was poking out between his lips, the look of concentration on his face familiar and comforting. “Ah ah ah, no peeking!” Adam shook his finger playfully at Kris, who obediently closed his eye again, shifting slightly on Adam's lap to move closer to him.
Kris could just barely feel Adam's cock pressing against his and he took advantage of the position by rocking his hips slightly against Adam's. Adam breathed in sharply, and the brush he was sweeping across Kris' eye lid paused for a moment before continuing, a little quicker.
Kris kept up a slow and steady rocking motion as Adam sped through applying the rest of the eye shadow. He could feel, rather than see Adam's hands shaking as he applied Kris' eyeliner and mascara and his voice shook as he asked Kris to part his lips. The lip-gloss felt sticky and foreign, and Kris' tongue darted out to taste it, a familiar flavour in an unfamiliar situation. A large brush swept over his cheeks briefly, and he heard Adam let out a shuddering sigh.
“Open your eyes.” Kris forced his eyes open, blinking a few times. He was aware of the makeup on his eyelids, they almost felt heavy and he could see the mascara on his eyelashes. He looked at Adam, and was taken back at the look on his face. Adam's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were dark and his lips were red and wet, like Adam had been chewing on them.
“I want to see.” Kris's own voice was hoarse, and it physically pained him to pull himself away from Adam and stand up. His cock pressed hard against the panties, a damp spot growing on the front of the satin as he reached for the boa. He draped it around his shoulders and turned to face the full-length mirror hung on the closet door.
Kris could hardly believe what he saw, and it definitely didn't look like him. His eyes were ringed in black liner, the silver and blue shadow making his eyes stand out. His cheekbones were highlighted with just a touch of bronzer, and his lips shone with the lightly tinted gloss. The red feathers of the boa mingled with his hair and stood out bright against the light tan of his skin. He ran his hands down the tails of the boa, stopping when they reached his hips, and the panties.
Kris turned to face Adam, his fingers rubbing nervously over his own hipbones. He raised his eyes to Adam's face and smiled. “So, what do you think?”
“I think you're fucking perfect.” Adam stood and crossed the distance between he and Kris in two long strides. He wrapped his arms around Kris' body and leaned down to kiss him. There was no slow build to the kiss, it started hot and heavy and passionate and Kris felt drunk with it. He could taste Adam and his own lip-gloss and he wanted more.
Kris' arms snaked up Adam's back and tangled in his thick hair, pressing their mouths together harder. Adam twisted the boa around one of his hands, pulling it from Kris' shoulders and tossing it onto the bed. Kris shivered as the feathers tickled across his heated skin and his ran his palms down Adam's back, pushing into the waist of his jeans to grab his ass.
Adam groaned into Kris' mouth, biting down on his lower lip before pulling back. He pushed Kris back towards the bed, pressing him into the pillows. Adam quickly unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them and his underwear down his thighs before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Kris' thighs. Kris' hands fisted the comforter, and his breath quickened as Adam leaned over his body.
Adam's lips hovered centimetres above Kris' chest, but didn't touch him. Kris felt Adam's hot breath on his nipples and arched, desperate for more. Adam blew a cool path down Kris' abdomen onto his inner thighs and Kris' eyes screwed shut as he felt Adam's breath ghost over his satin-covered cock.
“Adam...please.” Kris groaned as Adam's fingers ran over his thighs, touching just enough to drive Kris insane. They were brushing just over the edge of the panties, and Kris' cock was straining so hard against the damp material he was sure they were going to rip.
“Please what?” Adam ran his fingers just under the edge of the panties, barely touching Kris' cock, bringing a choking gasp out of Kris' throat. Kris could feel Adam's own cock against his side, so hard it was almost throbbing. His eyes swept hungrily and slowly over Kris, as if he was trying to commit everything about this scene to memory.
With effort, Kris unclenched his hand from the comforter and grabbed Adam's wrist. He looked right at him, enjoying the look of pleased shock on Adam's face and placed Adam's hand on his cock. Kris' voice was thick as he commanded, “Touch me.”
Adam's eyes closed tightly, and Kris could see the shudder ripple through him. Kris imagined Adam holding back, imagined him trying not to come from the sound of Kris' voice. A strangled, needy noise spilled from Adam's throat, and Kris made a mental note to tease him about it later.
Adam rubbed the heel of his hand in slow, steady circles over Kris' cock, the damp satin easing the slide. Kris' hips were thrusting soft and sharp against Adam's hand and he was panting wordlessly. Adam increased the speed and pressure until Kris was moaning and thrusting hard against Adam's hand, and he stopped.
Before Kris could even register what had happened, he felt the panties being pulled down his legs and Adam's mouth sinking down onto his cock. One of his hands flew to Adam's head, fisting in his hair as he gasped out Adam's name. Adam's mouth was hot and wet and good, and Kris could already feel he wasn't going to last long.
Adam swallowed around Kris' cock, dropping one hand below to gently squeeze Kris' balls and sliding the other one up Kris' body to his mouth. Kris eagerly sucked Adam's finger into his mouth, unconsciously mimicking what Adam was doing to his cock. Adam pulled his finger from Kris' mouth and dragged it down his body. He took his hand off Kris' balls and gripped the base of Kris' cock with it while his damp finger circled Kris' hole.
Kris gasped as he felt Adam's finger press into him, just the tip. It felt wrong and right at the same time and he pushed back against it, needing more. Adam pushed his finger into Kris slowly, as his mouth sank down on Kris' cock at the same time. Kris moaned long and loud, and his voice caught as he felt Adam twist his finger inside him brushing against the bundle of nerves inside.
Adam crooked his finger to press against it again and sucked hard on Kris' cock at the same time and Kris fell apart. Adam's name fell from Kris' lips in between noises that Adam couldn't describe but was desperate to remember. Kris' hips snapped up and he came hotly down Adam's throat, his ass clenching around Adam's finger. He saw spots behind his eyelids and he could've sworn he was being turned inside out. Kris collapsed into the pillows and tried to remember how to breathe as Adam slid his finger out of his ass.
Adam swirled his tongue around Kris' cock as it twitched, licking up every trace of his orgasm before crawling up the bed to curl around Kris' sweaty body. He pressed his cock into Kris' hip, gently but insistently and leaned into to kiss him. Kris eagerly tilted his face towards Adam's, tasting himself on Adam's tongue and pushing his tongue in farther, wanting more of that taste.
Kris wrapped his arms around Adam, rolling him so Adam was on top of him, nestled between his thighs. He felt Adam's cock pressing into his hip, and he rolled his hips against Adam's, grinning at the low moan that fell from Adam's mouth. Kris brought one of his hands to his mouth and licked his palm until it was shining and wet. He felt Adam's tongue sweeping across his collarbone and his teeth nipping into his skin as Kris reached between their bodies and wrapped his hand firmly around Adam's cock, stroking it slowly but with purpose.
Adam groaned at the feeling, pushing his hips against Kris' hand. Reaching up with his free hand, Kris gripped Adam's hair, bringing their mouths together in a deep kiss. Kris twisted his hand around Adam's cock, rubbing his thumb through the slick fluid collecting at the tip and gasped as he felt bite Adam down on his lower lip.
“Jesus Christ Kris...Fuck.” Adam's hips moved more erratically as Kris stroked him harder and faster.
Kris tilted his head so he could suck and bite on Adam's neck, murmuring against his skin. “Come on, Adam. Come for me, do it.” Kris bit down hard just behind Adam's ear, easily marking the sensitive skin. As if Kris had hit a switch, Adam's body tensed above him. He ground his hips down, trapping Kris' hand between their bodies as he came.
Kris moved his hand as much as he could, Adam's hot come allowing their bodies to slide easier against one another. Adam's head dropped to Kris' throat his tongue darting out to lap at Kris' pulse as he panted. His motions slowed until he finally stopped, collapsing heavily onto Kris. Running his free hand through Adam's hair, Kris placed a soft kiss to Adam's temple.
They lay in silence for a few minutes until Kris' arm began to tingle. “Hey, roll over. My arms' numb.” Kris wiggled his shoulder until Adam rolled to the side, the come sticking their stomachs together making them both cringe. “I'll...be right back.” Kris motioned to the mess they'd made, rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom on somewhat unsteady legs.
As he grabbed a couple of washcloths and wet them with warm water, Kris looked in the mirror. His lips were red and swollen, and the whole lower half of his face was sticky and covered in glitter from the lip gloss. His eyeliner was smudged under his eyes and there were smears of glitter and black all over his chest. He smiled, running his fingers gently around the stains before wiping them off with the cloth. He cleaned the lip gloss off his face as best he could, but left behind the eye makeup. If he was being completely honest, he liked it and he looked hot.
When he walked back into the bedroom, Adam was laying in the middle of the bed, propped up on the pillows. He was smiling, but Kris could see the worry at the edges of this eyes. Kris sat beside him, wiping at the mess on his stomach with the warm washcloth. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the corner of Adam's mouth, causing Adam to turn and look at him. “Next time, you want to paint my nails too? I'll even let you put on false eye lashes.”
Adam laughed, pulling Kris down against his chest, kissing him. “Kris Allen, you are full of surprises.”
The next morning, they took turns in the shower, packed up their stuff and headed down for role call on the bus, both Kris and Adam acting as if nothing had happened. As they rode down in the elevator, Kris felt Adam's shoulder bump against him and he looked up. Adam was smiling, and his eyes were twinkling and Kris felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
The rest of the day went as usual, until it was time for Adam to get ready for the show. Kris was in his usual place, curled in a chair with his headphones in when he saw Adam's fingers snap in front of his face. “I'm going to get ready. Wanna help?” Adam smirked at Kris, loving the slight flush that came to Kris' cheeks as he threw his iPod onto the table.
“Yeah. I do.” Kris pulled a stool up next to Adam at the mirror and settled the makeup bag on his lap. They settled into an easy conversation as Kris passed Adam each item, occasionally leaning in to wipe away a smudge with his thumb. If he lingered a little longer than totally necessary, or if Adam's hand rested a little too high on Kris' thigh, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that next time, they wouldn't have to wait for a boa to land on stage.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~6300
Written for shatteredmemrys for a charity drive ages ago now, and she's been so good about waiting! Kris loves watching Adam get ready for the show, and finally does something about it.
Kris was curled up in a chair in the corner of the dressing room, pretending to be engrossed in a book. Really, his eyes were trained just above the edge of the book on Adam, sitting in front of the large mirror putting on his makeup for the show.
When they were still in the mansion, Kris had loved to watch Adam get ready, sliding the flat iron through his hair and smudging the kohl liner along his lashes. Adam's tongue would poke out from between his lips, and Kris would fight to keep his own tongue from doing the same.
Kris would watch Adam wiggle into his jeans, which he knew were women's; he loved the way the fabric clung to Adam's thighs, and how they rested low on his hips. Kris would perch on the edge of the bed or bathtub, carrying on a conversation that more often than not was just an excuse to watch Adam get ready.
Kris had worried that on tour he'd have less opportunities to watch Adam, but as it turns out he was wrong. As soon as Michael went on stage every night, Adam started getting ready. Kris was often curled up listening to his iPod or reading a book, psyching himself up for the show and it gave him the perfect vantage point.
Kris' eyes peeked over the top of his book, trained on Adam's hand. He applied his foundation smoothly, sponge gliding over his skin covering the freckles one by one. Kris wished Adam wouldn't cover them all the time and he loved the early mornings on the bus when he could count the freckles scattered across Adam's cheeks. Next, he loaded up a brush with a pale powder, pursing his lips to blow off the excess. Kris felt his stomach clench as the cloud of powder puffed in front of Adam's face, settling to the table.
Adam swept the powder over his face lightly, focusing on his forehead and nose. He pulled back from the mirror, crinkling his forehead a little and leaned in again, dusting more powder across his cheeks. Kris shifted in his chair as Adam reached for the little bag he kept his eye makeup in. This was Kris' favourite part, watching Adam really transform into the fabulous creature he became on stage.
Adam started with something teal and creamy; Kris had no idea what it was, but his fingers itched to spread it across Adam's eyelids, the same way Adam was doing now. Adam applied a thin layer, blending it in with a brush before opening his eye shadow. He bit his lip, digging through the options and Kris licked his parched lips.
Adam pulled out a few different colours, setting them in a row on the table in front of them. He selected a small, firm brush and a bright turquoise colour, packing it on all over his lids. Kris loved that colour, and the way it made Adam's eyes stand out against his face, and he forced himself to keep the book high enough up that he could still flick his eyes back if Adam were to look over.
After adding more colours to his lids Adam pulled back from the mirror again, turning his face side to side. His eyes widened, as it he'd realized he'd forgotten something essential and he went digging through the bag again. Kris' breath caught in his throat as Adam pulled out a pair of false lashes. Adam's own lashes were long and dark, but the extra-fullness the falsies provided made Kris think of those lashes fluttering over his cheeks, and other places.
As the glue on his lashes dried, Adam brushed away the smattering of blue and black shadow that had fallen on his cheeks, and applied bronzer. This was something else that Kris didn't love as much as everything else. The rest enhanced Adam, made him more beautiful than he already was, but Kris felt the bronzer hid him. He left himself imagine taking a cotton ball soaked in makeup remover and swiping it across Adam's cheek. He'd leave the eye makeup though; it would be even more striking against Adam's freckled cheeks.
“Kris!” Adam's voice was loud as Kris startled in the chair. “Earth to Kris! I've called your name three times! Can you throw me that box of Kleenex beside you?” Adam looked at Kris with a smirk on his face, and Kris cleared his throat before tossing the box in Adam's direction.
“Sorry, I was just...um, really into this book.” Kris held the book up in demonstration, and then set it down on the table. “I'm just going to go for a walk; I'll see you in a bit.” Kris walked out of the room, trying not to notice the amused confusion written on Adam's face. He locked himself into the small bathroom, leaning his forehead against the cool tiled wall.
“I have got to get my act together.” Kris muttered to himself as he tried not to imagine Adam applying his makeup. It was still so early in the tour, and at this rate Kris was going to make a fool of himself before they were halfway through. He was going to have to stop watching Adam put on his makeup, and he was going to have to stop thinking about him that way. Kris sighed shakily, running his hands through his hair and head back into the dressing room and tried to convince himself that his resolve was firm.
For a few days, everything was fine. Kris' eyes only wandered to Adam as he was doing his makeup a few times, and Kris usually managed to stop himself as soon as he started imagining Adam's fingers spreading glitter over his cheekbones. Then came what Kris would later realize was a watershed moment.
Adam was always getting things thrown to him on stage; bras, underwear, pretty standard rock star fare. But as the tour went on, people were getting more and more creative, and Kris felt like they were doing it just to torture him. Kris felt his heart stop the night he saw the boa fly on stage during the Bowie medley, and he gasped so loudly the stage hands actually turned to look at him as he stood in the wings.
Kris battled with himself, one side of him begging Adam to pick up the boa and the other praying he wouldn't even touch it. But of course, the universe was working against him and Adam scooped up the boa, tossing it over his shoulders. Kris' breathing quickened, the sight of the brightly coloured feathers standing out sharply against Adam's black outfit. Kris' mind went out of control, imagining how the feathers would feel as he ran his fingers through them, feeling Adam's hot skin just underneath the boa.
Adam danced and gyrated across the stage, twirling the boa over his head and Kris heard nothing except the pounding of his heart in his ears. He didn't even register that Adam's set was coming to an end until a frantic stage hand bodily pulled him out of the wings and towards the lift. Kris passed Adam on the way, and he knew what his face must look like. Eyes wide and dark; lips red and wet from where Kris had been chewing on them; cheeks flushed from the thoughts that were still running through Kris' head.
Adam's smile faltered as he locked eyes with Kris, as if he was seeing him for the first time. Despite the stage makeup, Kris could see Adam's cheeks redden and he found himself smiling, even though he knew he'd been caught. As the lift rose, Kris stared at the ground for a little longer than usual to regain his composure, and after his set everyone said that it was one of his best yet.
They dance around what had happened for awhile, with Kris resuming his sneaky watching of Adam's makeup routine even though now they both know the other is aware of what is going on. Adam gets more boas, and dances with him every time, knowing Kris is standing in the wings, eyes dark and lips wet. Gradually, Kris stops pretending that he's not watching Adam, the book never even leaving his bag. He pulls a stool up next to Adam for a front row seat, handing him products.
They carry on an inane conversations, though Kris can tell it's driving Adam crazy. Every time their fingers brush as Kris hands him a product, Adam's voice catches for a second, and their hands linger for a little longer than necessary. As Adam applies his foundation, Kris can tell Adam is covering more than freckles as the blush on his cheeks grows brighter. Kris begins to realize that even thoughhe's the one that is fascinated with Adam, he also has the upper hand. Adam would never make the first move unless he were 150% sure that Kris wanted it, and Kris smiles to himself as he realizes how much fun he can have with this.
Kris stops just watching Adam, and starts touching him. He gets Adam to teach him how to do his hair, running his finger through Adam's hair, nails teasing along his scalp as he glides the flat iron through it. Adam's eyes flutter closed, but just for a second as he fights to keep his breath even. His fingers grip into the arms of the chair as Kris' fingers deftly run over the back of his neck, causing the hairs there to stand up.
Kris asks Adam to let him do his makeup, perching in front of him on the vanity. He fumbles a bit with the brushes and sponges, but Adam doesn't care. Kris hand cups Adam's chin, tilting his face towards the light with his thumb resting lightly on Adam's lower lip. Kris can see Adam's hands twitching, his fingers gripping into the arms of the chair, and his tongue darting out to lick at his top lip. Kris imagines Adam wanting to touch him, wanting to take Kris' thumb into his mouth and suck. Kris just takes his time, spreading the foundation over Adam's flushed cheeks, his own cheeks reddening a little as he digs through the makeup bag for the little pot of creamy blue stuff.
He dipped his ring finger into the stuff, feeling the cool product melt with his body heat. “Close your eyes,” he whispers to Adam, his voice soft and heavy. He taps his finger lightly on Adam's eyelid, spreading the product out smoothly. Kris' breath quickens and it takes a lot of effort to still the shaking of his hand enough to apply the makeup neatly. He licks his lips, even though his mouth is dry and just looks at Adam.
His eyes are shut, and his lips parted and wet. Kris can tell Adam is breathing heavily, can see the effort it's taking for him to sit still. “Open,” Kris commands, rubbing his thumb over Adam's lip lightly. Adam's eyes opens, and Kris stops breathing. His pupils were blown wide, his normally light eyes dark with emotion.
Adam moved one of his hands from the arm of the chair with effort, and placed it heavily on Kris' thigh. The heat spread through Kris' entire body, and he couldn't help but stare at Adam's polished fingernails digging lightly into his flesh. “Kris.” Adam's voice sounded shaky, something Kris had never heard before and it made him look up. “What is this all about? I don't know if I can handle anymore of this.” Adam was smiling, but Kris could see the tension on his face.
Kris turned his face slightly, looking at the floor. He felt his cheeks redden; he hadn't actually planned on explaining this to Adam, ever. He cleared his throat and just started talking. “It's about you, mostly.” His voice was soft, and his eyes darted up to Adam's quickly before he continued. “Something about the makeup...and the boas and the dancing and the women's jeans. It's just...it's a lot.” Kris lifted his hand to rub at the back of his neck but Adam grabbed it, tangling their fingers together.
“I'd say I was surprised, but you've been surprising me since day one. Wait...how long has this been going on?” Adam saw the smile spread across Kris' lips. “When you used to come shopping with me in the mansion? Or talk to me while I was getting dressed?” Kris nodded, biting his lower lip. “Damn, Kristopher, you are very determined. And apparently I'm oblivious. Were you ever planning on acting on it?”
Kris gestured between them with his free hand, answering. “This is me acting on it. I stopped watching and I started doing. I've been...um...thinking about this for a really long time.”
Adam nodded, squeezing Kris' hand. “I can't say I've ever thought about exactly this,” Adam gestured to the mess Kris had made on the vanity, “but I can also say that I kind of wish I had. It's a pretty damn good idea.” Kris laughed in relief, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. Adam let go of Kris' hand to put his hands on Kris' hips, yanking him forward. Kris yelped in surprise as he found himself sitting heavily on Adam's lap, his hands pressed against Adam's chest.
“I have a proposition.” Adam's voice sounded like he was making a very fun business deal, but the weight of the words still settled heavily in Kris' belly. “How about the next time a boa is thrown on stage, I keep it. And then, you come to my hotel room and we'll really do something about...this.” Adam ran his fingers lightly under Kris' shirt, causing Kris to shudder and nod. Adam reached behind Kris, grabbing a makeup brush off the table and wiggling it in front of Kris' face. “Now, I can't go on stage like this, so do you want to finish, or should I?”
Kris took the brush from Adam's hand, slid off his lap and climbed back onto the vanity to finish the job. This time, instead of Adam's fingers digging into the arms of the chair, they rested lightly on Kris' thighs, making small circles. Kris would've thought it would be distracting, but it was exactly the opposite. He felt like he was thinking clearly for the first time in weeks, and his hands finally stopped shaking.
That night as Kris stood off stage, watching Adam's set he found himself muttering under his breath begging for someone to throw a boa on stage. There were bras, and panties and things Kris couldn't identify, but his heart sank to his stomach as he was ushered under the stage to the lift with no sign of a boa. Adam shrugged as they passed each other in the hallway, a small smile playing across his lips. Kris groaned softly, almost regretting making this deal. He'd never been very good at waiting.
Three nights later, it finally happened. The red feather boa flew through the air, and Kris thought he could hear it hit the stage. Adam ignored it, dancing around it until the end of “Let's Dance”, wrapping it around his shoulder as he took his place on the lift. Kris was watching intently, ignoring the stage hand insistently tugging on his arm as Adam's eyes jerked for a second away from the crowd and in Kris' direction. Kris' heart stopped for a split second, and finally he allowed himself to be dragged towards the lift. This time, as he and Adam passed in the hall, Adam didn't even look at him, but he made sure the trailing feathers of the boa brushed across Kris' forearm, sending shivers through his entire body.
Kris went through the rest of the show and the after-party on autopilot, smiling and signing and taking pictures and trying not to look at Adam. Finally, they were ushered onto the bus and headed for the hotel and Kris allowed himself to lie back in his bunk and imagine. He imagined the bright red of the boa standing out in sharp contrast to Adam's pale skin. He imagined running the feathers over Adam's chest, and then lower, just barely touching his skin. He imagined smearing Adam's makeup with his fingers, and he imagined the taste of Adam's skin below it. Kris shifted in his bunk, his cock already pressing hard against the front of his jeans. He rested his palm on it, pressing lightly and almost reassuringly as he closed his eyes and waited for the call that they'd arrived at the hotel.
An hour later, they piled off the bus, some of them significantly more bleary-eye than others. Kris could see the boa peeking out of Adam's overnight bag and his heart rate quickened as the handlers handed out the room keys. He pocketed his, knowing he wouldn't be using it and followed everyone into the elevator. The numbers clicked by slowly, driving Kris crazy. What was worse was Adam, standing directly behind him, pressing close to him despite the fact that there was more than enough room for him to back up.
Kris could feel Adam's cock pressed into the small of his back and his heart felt like it was about to pound through his chest. He was excited, he was nervous and his mind was in a hundred different places at once. He thought about Katy, he thought about their relationship and their struggles, but his mind kept coming back to Adam. Maybe this was a stupid decision, but right now, it didn't feel like it. Adam's body pressed to his back felt good, and Kris wanted more. He'd deal with the rest later.
After what felt like an eternity, the doors opened and they all spilled out, muttering tired goodnights as they headed for their rooms. Kris watched to make sure that the others were inside their rooms before following Adam into his. Adam locked the door, and flicked on the light turning to face Kris. “So, here we are.” Kris found Adam's voice somehow both comforting and predatory at the same time.
Kris dropped his bag on the floor and put his hands in his pockets, looking up at Adam. “Yep.” The air between them prickled as Adam stepped closer, his hands resting on Kris' chest. His fingers played over Kris' chest lightly, feeling Kris' heart rate speed up. Kris lifted his own hands to Adam's waist, slipping them under Adam's shirt and rubbing circles into the soft skin.
Adam leaned in, his mouth brushing Kris' ear. “You ready?” Though he didn't say it, Kris knew that he had an out anytime he needed one. He also knew he would never say no, never ask Adam to stop.
Kris nodded, breathing out his answer. “Yes.”
“You trust me?” Adam's tongue darted out, circling the outer rim of Kris' ear sending shivers down his spine.
“You know I do.” Kris wrapped his hands father around Adam's waist, pulling him into something that would've been a hug if it wasn't for the hot press of Adam's cock against his hip bone.
Adam pressed against Kris for a few seconds before pulling back, a grin spreading across his face. Kris knew that smile, and it meant Adam was up to something. Given the situation, he assumed he'd like the “something” but he couldn't help the heat he felt start to spread across his cheeks as he thought about the possibilities. “Okay. Strip.” Adam's voice was light, but still commanding and Kris found himself laughing nervously as he obeyed.
Kris pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the side as he toed off his sneakers. He unbuckled his belt and jeans, pushing them down slowly. Just as they were about to clear his hips, he turned his back to Adam, wiggling his ass a little. Adam laughed and called him a tease, and Kris dropped his head to hide the stupid grin spreading across his face. He kicked his jeans in the direction of the bed and turned to face Adam, fighting the urge to cross his hands in front of himself.
Adam's mouth was open slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Jesus, Kris. I mean, shit.” Adam stepped forward and ran his hand smoothly down Kris' chest and rested it on Kris' hip. He leaned in and kissed Kris softly, and when Kris tried to deepen the kiss he pulled back. “Not yet. I have plans.” The smirk was back, and Kris was already starting to hate it.
Adam bent to pick up his overnight bag and carried it to the bed. He started pulling things out and arranging them on the bed. “You said you trusted me, right?” Kris nodded. “And it's the makeup and the boas and stuff that really does it for you?” Kris opened his mouth to protest, but Adam waved his hand to silence him. “I know, it's me too. But this is what started it?” Kris paused before nodding, his teeth worrying his lower lip. Adam smiled joyfully, “Good. Then I want to play. Get dressed!”
Kris' eyes scanned over the items on the bed. It wasn't much, not even an outfit. A pair of black satin panties were spread on the bed next to the red boa, and there was Adam's makeup bag. Kris was torn between the voice in his head telling him NO STOP WEIRD and the growing heaviness in his groin as he thought about himself in the items Adam had laid out on the bed.
His reaction surprised him; he'd never, ever thought of himself in this situation. Was it the idea of himself in makeup and those clothes that was causing it, or was it the knowledge that Adam wanted him like that, wanted to be the one to broaden his horizons? Kris didn't know, but he wanted to find out.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. He imagined the red feathers against his own skin, imagined Adam's hands on his face as he applied the makeup and let out his breath in a shuddering sigh. Kris opened his eyes and walked towards the bed, reaching his hand out to grab the panties. He felt the satin slide coolly between his fingers as he stretched the panties out to step into them.
Adam's eyes were trained on the black satin as the panties slid smoothly up Kris' legs. He watched as Kris awkwardly adjusted the panties over his cock, and ran his hands over his hips, his fingers catching on the edge. “Come here.” Adam reached his hand out for Kris, pulling him forward. Adam stood Kris in front of him and ran his hands down Kris' chest, around his hips, and rested them in his satin-covered ass. “You look gorgeous.” Adam's voice was heavy as his fingers ran just under the edge of Kris' panties.
Kris' cheeks reddened as he looked down at Adam. He rested his hands on Adam's shoulders, fisting them in his t-shirt. “Why are you dressed? This doesn't seem fair.” Kris bent forward just far enough to grab the hem of Adam's shirt and pull it over his head. His hands moved back to rest on Adam's chest, fingertips playing across Adam's collarbones. Kris moved to straddle Adam's legs and settled himself down on his lap, wrapping his arms around Adam's neck.
Kris leaned forward and lets his lips drift down the side of Adam's neck to kiss his collarbone, allowing himself to pause there. He bit and sucked the sensitive skin there, feeling Adam breathe sharply beneath him. Kris swiped his tongue across the purple mark he'd left behind and pulled back to look at Adam. His eyes were dark and his lips were parted slightly, and Kris could feel Adam's fingers digging harshly into his hips.
Kris leaned into kiss Adam, but he felt Adam's hands flat on his chest, holding him back. “Wait.” Adam's voice was gravelly, and Kris could feel it at the base of his spine. “I want to do something first.” Kris watched Adam's hands reach for his makeup bag; watched as his fingers pulled the zipper open and dug through the contents. “Close your eyes, this is going to be a surprise.”
Kris groaned as his eyes fluttered shut, and he dropped his hands to rest them on Adam's bare waist. He started when he felt Adam's fingers gripping his chin lightly, but he kept his eyes closed and relaxed into Adam's touch. Kris felt something cool being spread over his eyelids, Adam's fingers gentle and soft. It was hard for Kris to tell exactly what Adam was doing, and he found himself wishing that he could watch.
He opened one eye, just a slit and smiled at the look on Adam's face. His eyes were squinted and his tongue was poking out between his lips, the look of concentration on his face familiar and comforting. “Ah ah ah, no peeking!” Adam shook his finger playfully at Kris, who obediently closed his eye again, shifting slightly on Adam's lap to move closer to him.
Kris could just barely feel Adam's cock pressing against his and he took advantage of the position by rocking his hips slightly against Adam's. Adam breathed in sharply, and the brush he was sweeping across Kris' eye lid paused for a moment before continuing, a little quicker.
Kris kept up a slow and steady rocking motion as Adam sped through applying the rest of the eye shadow. He could feel, rather than see Adam's hands shaking as he applied Kris' eyeliner and mascara and his voice shook as he asked Kris to part his lips. The lip-gloss felt sticky and foreign, and Kris' tongue darted out to taste it, a familiar flavour in an unfamiliar situation. A large brush swept over his cheeks briefly, and he heard Adam let out a shuddering sigh.
“Open your eyes.” Kris forced his eyes open, blinking a few times. He was aware of the makeup on his eyelids, they almost felt heavy and he could see the mascara on his eyelashes. He looked at Adam, and was taken back at the look on his face. Adam's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were dark and his lips were red and wet, like Adam had been chewing on them.
“I want to see.” Kris's own voice was hoarse, and it physically pained him to pull himself away from Adam and stand up. His cock pressed hard against the panties, a damp spot growing on the front of the satin as he reached for the boa. He draped it around his shoulders and turned to face the full-length mirror hung on the closet door.
Kris could hardly believe what he saw, and it definitely didn't look like him. His eyes were ringed in black liner, the silver and blue shadow making his eyes stand out. His cheekbones were highlighted with just a touch of bronzer, and his lips shone with the lightly tinted gloss. The red feathers of the boa mingled with his hair and stood out bright against the light tan of his skin. He ran his hands down the tails of the boa, stopping when they reached his hips, and the panties.
Kris turned to face Adam, his fingers rubbing nervously over his own hipbones. He raised his eyes to Adam's face and smiled. “So, what do you think?”
“I think you're fucking perfect.” Adam stood and crossed the distance between he and Kris in two long strides. He wrapped his arms around Kris' body and leaned down to kiss him. There was no slow build to the kiss, it started hot and heavy and passionate and Kris felt drunk with it. He could taste Adam and his own lip-gloss and he wanted more.
Kris' arms snaked up Adam's back and tangled in his thick hair, pressing their mouths together harder. Adam twisted the boa around one of his hands, pulling it from Kris' shoulders and tossing it onto the bed. Kris shivered as the feathers tickled across his heated skin and his ran his palms down Adam's back, pushing into the waist of his jeans to grab his ass.
Adam groaned into Kris' mouth, biting down on his lower lip before pulling back. He pushed Kris back towards the bed, pressing him into the pillows. Adam quickly unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them and his underwear down his thighs before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Kris' thighs. Kris' hands fisted the comforter, and his breath quickened as Adam leaned over his body.
Adam's lips hovered centimetres above Kris' chest, but didn't touch him. Kris felt Adam's hot breath on his nipples and arched, desperate for more. Adam blew a cool path down Kris' abdomen onto his inner thighs and Kris' eyes screwed shut as he felt Adam's breath ghost over his satin-covered cock.
“Adam...please.” Kris groaned as Adam's fingers ran over his thighs, touching just enough to drive Kris insane. They were brushing just over the edge of the panties, and Kris' cock was straining so hard against the damp material he was sure they were going to rip.
“Please what?” Adam ran his fingers just under the edge of the panties, barely touching Kris' cock, bringing a choking gasp out of Kris' throat. Kris could feel Adam's own cock against his side, so hard it was almost throbbing. His eyes swept hungrily and slowly over Kris, as if he was trying to commit everything about this scene to memory.
With effort, Kris unclenched his hand from the comforter and grabbed Adam's wrist. He looked right at him, enjoying the look of pleased shock on Adam's face and placed Adam's hand on his cock. Kris' voice was thick as he commanded, “Touch me.”
Adam's eyes closed tightly, and Kris could see the shudder ripple through him. Kris imagined Adam holding back, imagined him trying not to come from the sound of Kris' voice. A strangled, needy noise spilled from Adam's throat, and Kris made a mental note to tease him about it later.
Adam rubbed the heel of his hand in slow, steady circles over Kris' cock, the damp satin easing the slide. Kris' hips were thrusting soft and sharp against Adam's hand and he was panting wordlessly. Adam increased the speed and pressure until Kris was moaning and thrusting hard against Adam's hand, and he stopped.
Before Kris could even register what had happened, he felt the panties being pulled down his legs and Adam's mouth sinking down onto his cock. One of his hands flew to Adam's head, fisting in his hair as he gasped out Adam's name. Adam's mouth was hot and wet and good, and Kris could already feel he wasn't going to last long.
Adam swallowed around Kris' cock, dropping one hand below to gently squeeze Kris' balls and sliding the other one up Kris' body to his mouth. Kris eagerly sucked Adam's finger into his mouth, unconsciously mimicking what Adam was doing to his cock. Adam pulled his finger from Kris' mouth and dragged it down his body. He took his hand off Kris' balls and gripped the base of Kris' cock with it while his damp finger circled Kris' hole.
Kris gasped as he felt Adam's finger press into him, just the tip. It felt wrong and right at the same time and he pushed back against it, needing more. Adam pushed his finger into Kris slowly, as his mouth sank down on Kris' cock at the same time. Kris moaned long and loud, and his voice caught as he felt Adam twist his finger inside him brushing against the bundle of nerves inside.
Adam crooked his finger to press against it again and sucked hard on Kris' cock at the same time and Kris fell apart. Adam's name fell from Kris' lips in between noises that Adam couldn't describe but was desperate to remember. Kris' hips snapped up and he came hotly down Adam's throat, his ass clenching around Adam's finger. He saw spots behind his eyelids and he could've sworn he was being turned inside out. Kris collapsed into the pillows and tried to remember how to breathe as Adam slid his finger out of his ass.
Adam swirled his tongue around Kris' cock as it twitched, licking up every trace of his orgasm before crawling up the bed to curl around Kris' sweaty body. He pressed his cock into Kris' hip, gently but insistently and leaned into to kiss him. Kris eagerly tilted his face towards Adam's, tasting himself on Adam's tongue and pushing his tongue in farther, wanting more of that taste.
Kris wrapped his arms around Adam, rolling him so Adam was on top of him, nestled between his thighs. He felt Adam's cock pressing into his hip, and he rolled his hips against Adam's, grinning at the low moan that fell from Adam's mouth. Kris brought one of his hands to his mouth and licked his palm until it was shining and wet. He felt Adam's tongue sweeping across his collarbone and his teeth nipping into his skin as Kris reached between their bodies and wrapped his hand firmly around Adam's cock, stroking it slowly but with purpose.
Adam groaned at the feeling, pushing his hips against Kris' hand. Reaching up with his free hand, Kris gripped Adam's hair, bringing their mouths together in a deep kiss. Kris twisted his hand around Adam's cock, rubbing his thumb through the slick fluid collecting at the tip and gasped as he felt bite Adam down on his lower lip.
“Jesus Christ Kris...Fuck.” Adam's hips moved more erratically as Kris stroked him harder and faster.
Kris tilted his head so he could suck and bite on Adam's neck, murmuring against his skin. “Come on, Adam. Come for me, do it.” Kris bit down hard just behind Adam's ear, easily marking the sensitive skin. As if Kris had hit a switch, Adam's body tensed above him. He ground his hips down, trapping Kris' hand between their bodies as he came.
Kris moved his hand as much as he could, Adam's hot come allowing their bodies to slide easier against one another. Adam's head dropped to Kris' throat his tongue darting out to lap at Kris' pulse as he panted. His motions slowed until he finally stopped, collapsing heavily onto Kris. Running his free hand through Adam's hair, Kris placed a soft kiss to Adam's temple.
They lay in silence for a few minutes until Kris' arm began to tingle. “Hey, roll over. My arms' numb.” Kris wiggled his shoulder until Adam rolled to the side, the come sticking their stomachs together making them both cringe. “I'll...be right back.” Kris motioned to the mess they'd made, rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom on somewhat unsteady legs.
As he grabbed a couple of washcloths and wet them with warm water, Kris looked in the mirror. His lips were red and swollen, and the whole lower half of his face was sticky and covered in glitter from the lip gloss. His eyeliner was smudged under his eyes and there were smears of glitter and black all over his chest. He smiled, running his fingers gently around the stains before wiping them off with the cloth. He cleaned the lip gloss off his face as best he could, but left behind the eye makeup. If he was being completely honest, he liked it and he looked hot.
When he walked back into the bedroom, Adam was laying in the middle of the bed, propped up on the pillows. He was smiling, but Kris could see the worry at the edges of this eyes. Kris sat beside him, wiping at the mess on his stomach with the warm washcloth. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the corner of Adam's mouth, causing Adam to turn and look at him. “Next time, you want to paint my nails too? I'll even let you put on false eye lashes.”
Adam laughed, pulling Kris down against his chest, kissing him. “Kris Allen, you are full of surprises.”
The next morning, they took turns in the shower, packed up their stuff and headed down for role call on the bus, both Kris and Adam acting as if nothing had happened. As they rode down in the elevator, Kris felt Adam's shoulder bump against him and he looked up. Adam was smiling, and his eyes were twinkling and Kris felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
The rest of the day went as usual, until it was time for Adam to get ready for the show. Kris was in his usual place, curled in a chair with his headphones in when he saw Adam's fingers snap in front of his face. “I'm going to get ready. Wanna help?” Adam smirked at Kris, loving the slight flush that came to Kris' cheeks as he threw his iPod onto the table.
“Yeah. I do.” Kris pulled a stool up next to Adam at the mirror and settled the makeup bag on his lap. They settled into an easy conversation as Kris passed Adam each item, occasionally leaning in to wipe away a smudge with his thumb. If he lingered a little longer than totally necessary, or if Adam's hand rested a little too high on Kris' thigh, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that next time, they wouldn't have to wait for a boa to land on stage.