Fic: Push Me And Then Just Touch Me, Adam Lambert, Adam/Brad
Title: Push Me And Then Just Touch Me
Series: Some Gorgeous Accident
Author: MaiaJ
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Brad
Summary: Okay, different kind of satisfaction the issue here
Notes: To fill Team_Bradam bingo prompt: Kink: cross dressing. I'm not playing by bingo rules as such, but I'm using the prompts to track moments across their relationship. Fifth snapshot set in the same universe, but story is standalone.
Previously: 1. Beautiful Boys | 2. Bright Copper Kettles | 3. Watch Me Burn | 4. Run Fast for Your Brother
Brad suppressed an eye roll as Adam made yet another minute adjustment to the blonde wig Brad was wearing. Perfectionism was not a trait that led to them getting anywhere on time.
Adam stepped back and looked him over with a critical eye.
“Okay, you’re done.”
Finally.
“So I’m allowed to look now?”
“Go for it.”
Brad twisted around on the narrow bathroom counter to look in the mirror and check out what Adam had done to him. First key point - he was really very glad to discover his dragged-up self didn’t look like either his mother or sister. Second key point - he looked fucking good.
He was wearing less make-up than Adam had applied to himself. He fluttered the heavy fake eyelashes, trying to get used to the way he could see them framing his vision with black lines. The bright lipstick drew his eyes down to his mouth and the contrast of the glossy colour against the 5 o’clock shadow Adam had convinced him to leave. The beauty spot above his lip was a nice finishing touch.
He pouted at himself and resisted the urge to lean forward and leave a lipstick kiss on the mirror. As he looked up, Brad saw Adam still staring at him in the glass.
“What? Please don’t tell me you need to do something else. I thought you were finally satisfied.”
Then he looked down and... oh, okay, different kind of satisfaction the issue here.
“You are totally ruining the line of your skirt with that thing.”
Adam raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “Guess you should give me a hand then.”
“I’m sure I can do better than that.”
Brad slid off the ledge and onto the floor, the tiles cold under his bare knees. He rolled the soft pink fabric of Adam’s dress up over his hips and looked up at him from under those thick eyelashes.
“Hold your dress up for me, baby. Don’t want it getting dirty.”
Plus he didn’t want to be hidden under a skirt. He kept his eyes on Adam’s face as he mouthed along his hard length through the tight satin panties. The shiny wet head now stuck out obscenely from the straining underwear, which had so not been designed to try and contain a man like Adam. He ran his tongue along the slit, collecting the pre-come in careful, cat-like swipes, letting Adam nudge inside his mouth, giving the head a single solid suck before sitting back on his haunches.
Adam frowned down at him. “That...” He stopped and cleared his throat as his voice came out as a husky rasp. “That was not exactly what I’d call helpful.”
Well, no. If anything, Adam was even harder now. “I’m not done yet. You’re always so impatient.”
He slid the damp panties down over Adam’s legs, manfully not giving in to the childish urge to giggle as his cock literally bounced free. He tossed them out of the way as Adam stepped out of the confining underwear.
Adam widened his stance as Brad settled in between his legs and nuzzled his face into Adam’s crotch, rubbing the light stubble on his cheeks against the sparse hair on Adam’s inner thighs. He let his hands cup that gorgeous ass as he sucked on Adam’s full balls, weighing him with his tongue and relishing the tension in Adam’s body as he held himself back from just taking what he wanted from Brad.
He was really fucking glad they’d decided against tucking.
Finally taking pity on his boyfriend, Brad switched his attentions to Adam’s cock, licking up the thick vein before taking the head into his mouth, looking up at Adam as he deftly worked his tongue around him. Adam had his head thrown back, full glossy lips open in a gasp as his fists clenched in the soft pink fabric of his skirt.
Brad inched his mouth slowly down the thick shaft, taking a little more on each slide. He couldn’t help moaning, the stretch and ache in his jaw felt as if it was wired straight to his dick, but he kept his hands firmly anchored on Adam’s ass, ignoring the way his own skirt was becoming uncomfortably stretched. He swallowed thickly as Adam’s cock pressed against the back of his throat, fighting the instinct to pull back as he sucked in air noisily through his nose. Adam cursed above him as he slid the final distance, lips brushing against Adam’s groin.
So worth the practice it had taken to learn how to do this with Adam.
He could tell Adam was close, and there wasn’t much he could do in terms of finesse like this, so Brad just encouraged the short jerking thrusts Adam was making, swallowing around the hot heavy flesh consuming him as best as he could.
Brad pulled back when Adam’s hand dropped to his head in warning, moaning as his mouth was rapidly filled with Adam’s come. He let Adam’s spent cock fall from between his lips and dropped back onto his ass, wiping the mess of saliva and spunk from his mouth and chin. He idly wondered how his make-up was holding up.
He looked over at Adam, who was leaning back against the wall, his limp dick against his thigh and dress still clutched around his waist. Brad smothered a grin at the sight of the bright coral-coloured ring circling the base of his cock, matching smudges covering the length.
Adam shoved his shaggy brown hair out of his face and stepped forward, towering over Brad.
“Your turn.”
Brad scrambled quickly to his feet, bending over the cluttered sink with his arms braced in front of him.
“Now who’s impatient?”
“Please, if I didn’t have the patience of a saint there’d be a much bigger wet spot on my panties right now,” Brad scoffed.
Adam’s response was to pull the stretchy fabric of Brad’s skirt into a bunch around his waist, yanking said panties down to his knees.
Brad picked hurriedly through the various containers beside him before eventually finding a half empty bottle of lube and passing it over his shoulder to Adam. He gasped as Adam upended it and let the thick cold slide of the liquid run down his crack, pushing it into him as he twisted 2 fingers inside, fast and dirty. He was so turned that on a lot of foreplay wasn’t strictly necessary but, knowing Adam, he would play with him until he begged, and Brad wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction of that yet.
Except Adam wasn’t playing by the rules. Brad had been prepared for more fingers or tongue, maybe toys if there were any within easy reach. Instead he felt something soft being rubbed through the slick running down his leg.
“What are you...?” Brad craned to look behind him.
Adam was kneeling behind him, wiping up the excess lube with his own previously discarded panties. Adam wound the shiny fabric around his fingers...
And pushed it inside Brad.
“Fuck!”
Brad scrabbled at the smooth sink, trying to gain purchase as Adam rotated his fingers, rubbing the silky material inside him, so different from the feel of flesh or latex. The combined sensation of Adam’s fingers probing and rubbing inside him along with the brush of the excess damp satin against his rim almost made his knees buckle.
He had to bite his lip to stop the stream of babble coming out of his mouth as Adam pushed the panties deeper, forcing more material inside his clenching ass. He bent over further, resting his burning hot face against the cool ceramic, moaning unintelligibly as Adam added his tongue to the mix, licking around his sensitive hole as he prodded the remaining fabric inside Brad.
If he could regain any kind of coordination, he’d have been jerking himself off 5 minutes ago.
He felt Adam tug and almost sobbed in relief but the pressure didn’t subside. Brad gave an odd choking laugh as he looked down between his legs and saw just a sliver of dark satin dangling between his legs.
“You should see how you look just now, Brad. God...” Adam bit his ass cheek. “You’re just pink all over,” Adam said conversationally. “Especially here.”
Brad hissed as Adam pushed his tongue inside him.
“I should take pictures so you can see. Maybe later, when I get you on your hands and knees and slowly pull my panties out of you. Maybe that would be better. After you’ve taken my cock a couple of times you get all pretty and puffy looking.”
His boyfriend was a complete bastard.
“Turn around, baby.”
Brad really couldn’t figure out how to do something that complicated right now. He felt packed full, but without any of the hardness he was used to inside him, and his dick was throbbing uselessly, trapped between his stomach and the counter.
Adam eventually manhandled him around, when it became obvious Brad was not capable of higher brain functions. He pulled up Brad’s panties, trapping his cock under the tight elastic against his stomach, before smoothing his skirt down.
“Adam... I can’t... please let me...”
“Shh..."
Adam ran his hands over him in what was probably supposed to be a soothing manner, but, since every nerve in his body was screaming ‘orgasm now!’, only made him shudder all over.
“I’ll get you off if that's what you really want. But I’ll make it worth it for you if you come out with me like this. Just for a little while.”
Brad swallowed. He couldn’t... Fuck, he couldn’t think past the fullness in his ass, moving with him as he shifted, and his aching cock leaking against his stomach.
Adam rubbed a hand over his ass, through the layers of fabric hiding what he’d done to him.
“Please, Bradley.”
Brad was a stupid, stupid idiot when Adam gave him that look. He shakily brushed his hair out of his face and licked his lips.
“Fix my makeup and get your wig on so we can go. You owe me so many blowjobs for this you’re going to get lockjaw.”
Adam grinned shamelessly as he picked himself up off the floor.
“It’s all about new experiences, Brad.”
~*~
Part 6. From Where You Are
Series: Some Gorgeous Accident
Author: MaiaJ
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Brad
Summary: Okay, different kind of satisfaction the issue here
Notes: To fill Team_Bradam bingo prompt: Kink: cross dressing. I'm not playing by bingo rules as such, but I'm using the prompts to track moments across their relationship. Fifth snapshot set in the same universe, but story is standalone.
Previously: 1. Beautiful Boys | 2. Bright Copper Kettles | 3. Watch Me Burn | 4. Run Fast for Your Brother
Brad suppressed an eye roll as Adam made yet another minute adjustment to the blonde wig Brad was wearing. Perfectionism was not a trait that led to them getting anywhere on time.
Adam stepped back and looked him over with a critical eye.
“Okay, you’re done.”
Finally.
“So I’m allowed to look now?”
“Go for it.”
Brad twisted around on the narrow bathroom counter to look in the mirror and check out what Adam had done to him. First key point - he was really very glad to discover his dragged-up self didn’t look like either his mother or sister. Second key point - he looked fucking good.
He was wearing less make-up than Adam had applied to himself. He fluttered the heavy fake eyelashes, trying to get used to the way he could see them framing his vision with black lines. The bright lipstick drew his eyes down to his mouth and the contrast of the glossy colour against the 5 o’clock shadow Adam had convinced him to leave. The beauty spot above his lip was a nice finishing touch.
He pouted at himself and resisted the urge to lean forward and leave a lipstick kiss on the mirror. As he looked up, Brad saw Adam still staring at him in the glass.
“What? Please don’t tell me you need to do something else. I thought you were finally satisfied.”
Then he looked down and... oh, okay, different kind of satisfaction the issue here.
“You are totally ruining the line of your skirt with that thing.”
Adam raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “Guess you should give me a hand then.”
“I’m sure I can do better than that.”
Brad slid off the ledge and onto the floor, the tiles cold under his bare knees. He rolled the soft pink fabric of Adam’s dress up over his hips and looked up at him from under those thick eyelashes.
“Hold your dress up for me, baby. Don’t want it getting dirty.”
Plus he didn’t want to be hidden under a skirt. He kept his eyes on Adam’s face as he mouthed along his hard length through the tight satin panties. The shiny wet head now stuck out obscenely from the straining underwear, which had so not been designed to try and contain a man like Adam. He ran his tongue along the slit, collecting the pre-come in careful, cat-like swipes, letting Adam nudge inside his mouth, giving the head a single solid suck before sitting back on his haunches.
Adam frowned down at him. “That...” He stopped and cleared his throat as his voice came out as a husky rasp. “That was not exactly what I’d call helpful.”
Well, no. If anything, Adam was even harder now. “I’m not done yet. You’re always so impatient.”
He slid the damp panties down over Adam’s legs, manfully not giving in to the childish urge to giggle as his cock literally bounced free. He tossed them out of the way as Adam stepped out of the confining underwear.
Adam widened his stance as Brad settled in between his legs and nuzzled his face into Adam’s crotch, rubbing the light stubble on his cheeks against the sparse hair on Adam’s inner thighs. He let his hands cup that gorgeous ass as he sucked on Adam’s full balls, weighing him with his tongue and relishing the tension in Adam’s body as he held himself back from just taking what he wanted from Brad.
He was really fucking glad they’d decided against tucking.
Finally taking pity on his boyfriend, Brad switched his attentions to Adam’s cock, licking up the thick vein before taking the head into his mouth, looking up at Adam as he deftly worked his tongue around him. Adam had his head thrown back, full glossy lips open in a gasp as his fists clenched in the soft pink fabric of his skirt.
Brad inched his mouth slowly down the thick shaft, taking a little more on each slide. He couldn’t help moaning, the stretch and ache in his jaw felt as if it was wired straight to his dick, but he kept his hands firmly anchored on Adam’s ass, ignoring the way his own skirt was becoming uncomfortably stretched. He swallowed thickly as Adam’s cock pressed against the back of his throat, fighting the instinct to pull back as he sucked in air noisily through his nose. Adam cursed above him as he slid the final distance, lips brushing against Adam’s groin.
So worth the practice it had taken to learn how to do this with Adam.
He could tell Adam was close, and there wasn’t much he could do in terms of finesse like this, so Brad just encouraged the short jerking thrusts Adam was making, swallowing around the hot heavy flesh consuming him as best as he could.
Brad pulled back when Adam’s hand dropped to his head in warning, moaning as his mouth was rapidly filled with Adam’s come. He let Adam’s spent cock fall from between his lips and dropped back onto his ass, wiping the mess of saliva and spunk from his mouth and chin. He idly wondered how his make-up was holding up.
He looked over at Adam, who was leaning back against the wall, his limp dick against his thigh and dress still clutched around his waist. Brad smothered a grin at the sight of the bright coral-coloured ring circling the base of his cock, matching smudges covering the length.
Adam shoved his shaggy brown hair out of his face and stepped forward, towering over Brad.
“Your turn.”
Brad scrambled quickly to his feet, bending over the cluttered sink with his arms braced in front of him.
“Now who’s impatient?”
“Please, if I didn’t have the patience of a saint there’d be a much bigger wet spot on my panties right now,” Brad scoffed.
Adam’s response was to pull the stretchy fabric of Brad’s skirt into a bunch around his waist, yanking said panties down to his knees.
Brad picked hurriedly through the various containers beside him before eventually finding a half empty bottle of lube and passing it over his shoulder to Adam. He gasped as Adam upended it and let the thick cold slide of the liquid run down his crack, pushing it into him as he twisted 2 fingers inside, fast and dirty. He was so turned that on a lot of foreplay wasn’t strictly necessary but, knowing Adam, he would play with him until he begged, and Brad wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction of that yet.
Except Adam wasn’t playing by the rules. Brad had been prepared for more fingers or tongue, maybe toys if there were any within easy reach. Instead he felt something soft being rubbed through the slick running down his leg.
“What are you...?” Brad craned to look behind him.
Adam was kneeling behind him, wiping up the excess lube with his own previously discarded panties. Adam wound the shiny fabric around his fingers...
And pushed it inside Brad.
“Fuck!”
Brad scrabbled at the smooth sink, trying to gain purchase as Adam rotated his fingers, rubbing the silky material inside him, so different from the feel of flesh or latex. The combined sensation of Adam’s fingers probing and rubbing inside him along with the brush of the excess damp satin against his rim almost made his knees buckle.
He had to bite his lip to stop the stream of babble coming out of his mouth as Adam pushed the panties deeper, forcing more material inside his clenching ass. He bent over further, resting his burning hot face against the cool ceramic, moaning unintelligibly as Adam added his tongue to the mix, licking around his sensitive hole as he prodded the remaining fabric inside Brad.
If he could regain any kind of coordination, he’d have been jerking himself off 5 minutes ago.
He felt Adam tug and almost sobbed in relief but the pressure didn’t subside. Brad gave an odd choking laugh as he looked down between his legs and saw just a sliver of dark satin dangling between his legs.
“You should see how you look just now, Brad. God...” Adam bit his ass cheek. “You’re just pink all over,” Adam said conversationally. “Especially here.”
Brad hissed as Adam pushed his tongue inside him.
“I should take pictures so you can see. Maybe later, when I get you on your hands and knees and slowly pull my panties out of you. Maybe that would be better. After you’ve taken my cock a couple of times you get all pretty and puffy looking.”
His boyfriend was a complete bastard.
“Turn around, baby.”
Brad really couldn’t figure out how to do something that complicated right now. He felt packed full, but without any of the hardness he was used to inside him, and his dick was throbbing uselessly, trapped between his stomach and the counter.
Adam eventually manhandled him around, when it became obvious Brad was not capable of higher brain functions. He pulled up Brad’s panties, trapping his cock under the tight elastic against his stomach, before smoothing his skirt down.
“Adam... I can’t... please let me...”
“Shh..."
Adam ran his hands over him in what was probably supposed to be a soothing manner, but, since every nerve in his body was screaming ‘orgasm now!’, only made him shudder all over.
“I’ll get you off if that's what you really want. But I’ll make it worth it for you if you come out with me like this. Just for a little while.”
Brad swallowed. He couldn’t... Fuck, he couldn’t think past the fullness in his ass, moving with him as he shifted, and his aching cock leaking against his stomach.
Adam rubbed a hand over his ass, through the layers of fabric hiding what he’d done to him.
“Please, Bradley.”
Brad was a stupid, stupid idiot when Adam gave him that look. He shakily brushed his hair out of his face and licked his lips.
“Fix my makeup and get your wig on so we can go. You owe me so many blowjobs for this you’re going to get lockjaw.”
Adam grinned shamelessly as he picked himself up off the floor.
“It’s all about new experiences, Brad.”
~*~
Part 6. From Where You Are