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Title: Little Corner of the World
Author: me
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I OWN NOOOOONE OF THIS!
Summary: "Come on, Kris. It's romantic," he whispers, a hint of laughter behind his words that has you laughing all scrunchy-eyed and loud.
Author's Notes: *sigh* another something that was release to the thoughts that plague my mind. still working on the next part of sandbox, don't worry. i start college in a week and a half...i won't be having a lot of time to write then but i'll do my best to keep on. enjoy! :) BTW this is in second person pov, you know teh YOU stuff.
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
The beach is really a calming place to be.
The moonlight reflects off the crests of the waves as they roll and crescendo until they die on the sand where your footprints, beside his, wash away. The night is cool on your skin, the wind blowing through your hair softly, and all you can think about is how magical it all looks. The way the sand glows under the light of the moon and the way the stars glitter above brings a sense of peace to your hectic and cloudy mind.
Adam is standing next to you looking out of sorts. He doesn’t fit in with the beach in his tight blue jeans and over-spiked hair and the sparkly shirt that form-fits and clings in a sinful way and the dark eye make-up that only serves to make his blue eyes pop even more than they already do. But it brings a smile to your face how calm he is out here. He was a force of nature before, during, and after the show. You were afraid someone was going to have to give him a valium to calm him down. He turned and smiled at you when the both of you loaded the buses and asked if you wanted to go to the beach.
That’s how you both ended up standing at the water’s edge with the waves lapping around bare ankles, now. The buses aren’t leaving until early morning so there’s plenty of time to take and admire the beauty before and beside you. You walked with him, listened to him talk about nonsense and things that made sense, let him lead you along in his excitement. But you stopped him when he finished talking and just stood here in this exact spot and told him to look.
“I’m really glad you brought me out here, Kris. It’s beautiful,” Adam says softly. A shiver races down your spine at how soft spoken he suddenly is. It took him so long to calm down and even with your laughing kisses against his lips he still kept on and on.
“I’m glad you finally calmed down,” you grin and jump out of the way to avoid the handful of sand being thrown at you.
“Hey, it’s been an exciting night. For Anoop and all you know?” He grins back at you, making your heart race in a way that it never did with Katy.
Katy. She’s probably sitting at the home you left her when the divorce hit, submersed in her work; maybe she’s out with friends having a good time. Lord knows you both need the fun. When you called all those months ago, during Idol, and told her that maybe the two of you got married early, you just knew then that things would be at least a little okay. She asked if you wanted to divorce her and you said yes after a moments silence. A few days later the papers were delivered. You cried a little at the thought of dropping seven years of relationship for one that’s only been going for a few months.
You smile at the memory and you’re glad about your choice to divorce Katy. It was the right thing; she knew it and you knew it, too. Adam had felt such guilt about it that it took you nearly a month to convince him that you’re fine, you’re okay, this is what you want.
“Kristopher, you’re thinking again,” Adam whispers and he’s right there pressed against your back and when did he even move?
“Sorry,” you mutter. The blush creeps down your neck and you’re grateful for the semi-darkness so he can’t see it.
“What’re you thinking about?”
“Katy,” The moment you say it he stiffens behind you. You turn around sharply and get ready to fire out the reminders of why he needs stop feeling guilty. But then he’s got your face in his hands and he’s kissing you before you can say anything.
He pulls away, still holding your face and starts to talk. “I know what you’re going to tell me. But don’t, Kris. I’ve heard it enough.” He kisses you, again, before you can say anything else and then you’re clutching at his shirt tightly. Like if you let go then he might disappear because sometimes you think this is too good to be true. It’s moments like these, when you’re thinking crazy things like that, that you’re grateful Katy realized everything wouldn’t have worked before you did.
Then suddenly you’re being pushed to the sand and Adam is straddling your waist, a smirk on his smug face, and you laugh. “Adam, we’re not having sex on a beach,” you huff out though you’re sure Adam isn’t listening.
“Now why would you think something like that?” Adam grins before rolling his hips down into yours. You can’t help it if you let out a little breathy moan at the feeling. He’s half-hard in those tight jeans, a solid weight against your own rapidly increasing arousal.
“’Cause I know you too well, Lambert,” you say and it gets you another grin.
Adam plants his hands into the sand on either side of your head, rocks against you slow enough to make you close your eyes and try to breathe. “Come on, Kris. It’s romantic,” he whispers, a hint of laughter behind his words that has you laughing all scrunchy-eyed and loud.
“You’re crazy,” you gasp out. When you open your eyes he’s right there, tip of his nose touching yours, and you can see right into his bright blue-greys. They’re darker and the pupil is spreading out, the visible ring of color giving away just how much he wants this. One night on the beach before the buses move on in the morning.
Before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you again. It’s kind of slow with a hint of desperation. It’s one of those toe curling kisses that you love because it’s coming from Adam and Adam is all about making you feel good in moments like this. He keeps rocking against you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do and you have to push against his chest to slow him down. “What’s the hurry?” you ask, lips brushing his. He kisses you, groaning into your mouth.
His hands slide under your shirt, rucking it up practically to your neck, and he dips down to run the flat of his tongue over a nipple. You shudder and moan and feel like a teenager again having sex for the first time. The sand is digging into the small of your back, a few grains are getting into your jeans because of Adam rocking into you hard enough to slide you against the ground. It’s kind of hot, you think, the two of you out here where anyone could come strolling along the beach and see what’s going on. He starts pressing small kisses to your chest, down down down until he’s stopping at the waistband of your jeans.
You try to breathe right but find it impossible to do so when Adam is already undoing the buckle of your belt, leaving it to hang open, then slipping the button through the hole and pulling down the zipper. Your straining against just your briefs now and Adam is taking way too long to do anything. Instead he’s staring up at you through his mascara covered lashes, only a sliver of blue left showing around the black. He flashes a wicked grin your way before pulling you out of your briefs, then grasping the base of your cock and taking it in as far as he can.
He works you until you’re ready to scream. Even if that would draw attention you would still do it because it feels too good and your fingers are threaded through his hair tugging and trying not to rip the strands out. He starts humming a tune that you can barely hear over the pounding of your pulse in your ears but you can faintly make out the beat to “Fame” from his Bowie Medley. It makes you want to laugh and cry out at the same time, the vibrations sending tingles up your spine. The hand that he has wrapped around you squeezes just on this side of too much and your hips buck up before you can stop them. He’s laughing now, around your cock, enjoying himself entirely too much.
“Adam, come on,” you whine and tug a bit harder on his hair. Adam moans, fingers digging into your hips enough to leave bruises. He sucks harder, swirls his tongue, and you can feel the spit dripping onto your skin but you don’t care. Then he’s suddenly pulling off and you moan at the loss of contact. The cool breeze blowing through the air hits your skin and you shiver a little. “What’re you doing?” you huff out as he starts trailing the tip of his tongue from your navel to where your shirt is still stuffed at your chest.
He kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth easily and you can taste yourself, which really shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, but you can’t help it. You let him have the dominance he wants and he’s pushing down against you, the delicious friction of denim on naked skin spiking your desire. A hand snakes down between and grasps you. You moan into the kiss, hands coming up to Adam’s biceps and squeezing like your life depends on it.
“So needy,” Adam laughs breathily. He smirks at you then leans over until his lips are at your ear and he’s whispering lyrics into your ear that have you shuddering. “Remember when I moved in you,” he stops on a groan and adds a twist to his movements, “and the holy dove was moving too and every breath we drew was hallelujah.” Your eyes slip closed as the familiar heat pools in your abdomen, coiling tightly until you’re ready to burst.
He keeps his lips at your ear, breath hot against your skin, keeps on twisting his fist in that way that brings you so close. You grip onto him tighter and you’re pretty sure there will be bruises in the shape of fingerprints by morning time. And then you’re falling and he’s moaning long and low, and you arch into his hand, muscles pulled taut and eyes shut. You see white for a second that doesn’t last long enough and you slump back to the sand.
Adam collapses nearly on top of you. You can feel his heart beat fluttering fast in his chest and you press a hand there. “Do you need me-” He stops you with a short kiss, shaking his head.
“Trust me. I’m through,” he laughs and presses his crotch against your hip. Even though you’ve been doing this with him long enough it still makes you blush to feel the wet spot on his jeans. “Haven’t done that since I was seventeen,” he comments lazily, hand coming up with a hankie and-where did that come from?-cleans off your stomach and his own hand.
You lay still and quiet for a few moments but the breeze is starting to pick up and you’re getting kind of cold down there even with Adam’s warm weight on top of you. “Move, I’m cold and full of sand.” Laughing he rolls off of you onto the sand, spread eagle and looking comfortable enough to fall asleep.
You straighten out your briefs and yanks up your jeans, but instead of falling back down to the stand you stay sitting up, letting your shirt fall back into place and bits of sand drop to the ground. Adam slips a single finger underneath your shirt and traces random patterns into the dip of your spine. “We should get back,” he mutters, sitting up next to you and pressing small kisses to your jaw.
“Says the one who’s trying to get into my pants again,” you laugh and gently shove his hand out of your lap.
“You’re the one that brought me to the beach,” he reminds you after another kiss to your jaw. You turn to look at him and he smiles. “Come on.” He stands and holds his hands out for you to take, then pulling you up swiftly. You stumble slightly but catch your footing.
When he goes to pull his hand away, because it’s something that you don’t get to do often enough with cameras and fans always around, you stop him and fit your fingers through his. If he tries to hide the soft smile then you don’t notice. But you do notice how uncomfortably he’s walking, shifting every so often to adjust, and grimacing.
“That’s what you get,” you joke. He mock glares at you but it breaks into a silly grin.
“Not my fault you’re so delicious!” He leaves a loud, sloppy kiss on your cheek. Face squinched up, you turn to him and he’s still got that smile on his face.
“Whatever, man.” You bump your shoulder with his and when you look up the buses are in view.
Adam immediately drops his hand from yours and your hand feels so cold without his to hold. He flashes you an apologetic smile but it’s okay because you understand. Even if you’re not with Katy, it still wouldn’t be the time yet to let the cameras catch your hand in his or something even more intimate. He opens the bus door for you, bowing in a joking manner, and you prance inside much to his amusement.
Inside it’s quiet and dark. Everyone has already retreated to their bunks. You’re not quite ready to go to bed yet. But Adam is already heading for the bunks, stripping off his shirt along the way. “Adam!” you whisper. He smiles over his shoulder, tosses the shirt into the open bathroom door, then goes in behind it and closing the door.
You sigh, content. Though the buses are leaving in the morning, you’ll still have tonight to remember. There probably won’t be another beach on the next few tour stops. You’re glad you decided to bring Adam out there, to have a quiet moment between him and you, a break away from the hectic tour and the screaming fans and the media. It was peaceful, it was perfect, it was the best ending to another tour stop.
And if you maybe fell a little bit more in love because of it then that’s ok..