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Title: Shimmer and Shake
Author: me
Rating: hard r
Pairings: Adam/Kris, Adam/Magnus Bane
Summary: “It‘s run by some guy named Magnus Bane. It’s in Brooklyn. Come on, Kris! Please?” Adam pulls the pouty lower lip and the big round eyes. It usually works on someone like Kris.
Disclaimer: i own none of this.
Author's Notes: so magnus bane, he's this flashy, glittery, gay.....thing from the Mortal Instrument Series (www.mortalinstruments.com) he's mentioned in the book a good bit (from as much as i've read, i'm only a few pages into the second book) but thanks to zee, i got inspired to write magdam (thanks bb!) big thanks to my lovely patient betas  joannacullen and janescott
 enjoy! :)


New York.

The one place Adam has been longing to go to on this tour. And they’re finally here. They arrived just a couple of hours ago to smog covered skies and busy streets. Adam has been awake since five in the morning, anticipating the arrival to Manhattan, too jittery to go back to sleep even after the late night they all had.

Fans were crazy excited last night and it took everything in him not to run to the buses to hide until it was time to leave. But he held strong and signed autographs, took the usual gift, smiled a little too long, let strangers take his picture until the flash of cameras left spots dancing in front of his eyes. It finally ended, and he was grateful for the chance to get on the bus and try for some sleep. Although knowing that New York was just a few hours away had him in knots.

Adam had, maybe, four hours of sleep. When he awoke at five this morning he tried finding things to occupy his mind. The bus was still rolling to Manhattan and he was already bouncing around in excitement. So he occupied himself on his computer, looking up all the different clubs to go to, the best places to shop.

Now, as he and Kris board the hotel elevator, he can‘t help but still feel excited.

“Adam, how long have you been up?”

Adam looks over at Kris, smiling. “Since like five,” he responds, absently rubbing at the corner of his eye where there’s still smudged liner from the night before. “Why?”

“You’re all jittery. That’s why,” Kris laughs, bumping shoulders with Adam lightly as they head out of the elevator.

Adam’s smile grows. He sighs happily, not concerned in the slightest bit that he’s a little sleep deprived and his mind is as clear as the day outside, but he thinks that’s better than being grouchy and moody all day. He can think about when he’ll actually sleep and when he’ll actually calm down later. Right now he wants to explore.

“So, tonight. I was thinking me, you, a club,” Adam states. He holds the door open for Kris and the sun is bright overhead, despite the smog and pollution covering the skies, and the air is comfortable. Adam smirks at the look on Kris’ face. “What? It’ll be fun!” Adam enthuses, ruffling Kris’ hair; it’s softer today without all the product that goes into it for concerts.

“What’s the name?”

“It‘s run by some guy named Magnus Bane. It’s in Brooklyn. Come on, Kris! Please?” Adam pulls the pouty lower lip and the big round eyes. It usually works on someone like Kris.

Kris sighs. “Fine. What time?”

***

At nine Adam is dragging Kris out of the hotel by the wrist, much to Kris’ protests.

A bodyguard is trailing behind, seemingly none-too-pleased. He wasn’t too happy about the idea of driving Kris and Adam to a dingy neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York to go a party thrown by a guy with a name like Magnus Bane. “Guys, don’t stay too long. Please?” Adam looks over his shoulder and winks.

“No problem, Frankie.” He waves innocently as he guides Kris around a corner, following the directions he found on the internet. He can see Kris swallowing nervously, already afraid of the neighborhood. It’s dingy and dirty, full of motorcycles lining the street, people dressed all in dark reds and blacks.

“Adam, maybe we should go back to the hotel,” Kris suggest in a low voice like he’s afraid of the other people hearing him.

There’s a high whistle from one of the guys leaning against a motorcycle. Adam grins and waves, winking flirtatiously, until the guy shakes his head. “Not you, honey. The short one,” he says while pointing to Kris. Kris, eyes wide, steps closer to Adam, so much so that’s he’s practically in Adam’s back pocket.

Laughing, Adam wraps an arm around Kris’ shoulders and guides him to the door. Music is a barely-there thrum through the walls and Adam is suddenly much more eager to party than he was before. “This is it,” he mutters into Kris’ ear and Kris shivers.

They stand on the doorstep together, Adam thinking this doesn’t really look like a club, more like a loft, and Kris is wondering how he can get out and away without Adam noticing. Adam pounds his fist on the door so he’ll be heard, then drops his hand back to his side and looks around. Next to the door, where the apartment buzzers are located, is only one name: Bane. Odd, Adam thinks but shrugs anyway and turns his attention back to Kris.

“What?” Kris blushes. Adam loves it when Kris blushes. A tinge of red that starts at the tips of his ears and gets brighter, redder the farther down it spreads until it disappears into the open buttons of his plaid shirt.

“You look terrified,” Adam states in a low voice, absently rubbing Kris’ shoulder with the palm of his hand.

Adam doesn’t get to hear Kris’ answer or protest or whatever he was planning on saying because the door is opening and they’re being greeted.

“Who’re you?”

Adam stares, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. He stutters out their names but the man doesn’t seem to really care. Tall, slender, spiky black hair. Tanned skin that seems golden in the lights flickering above the inside of the door. His clothes rival even Adam’s numerous collection of out-there outfits. Thick, glittery eyeliner lines brown eyes and a shade of blue colors his lips. “Uh, Magnus Bane?” Adam questions, still in awe of the figure before them. Kris is wide-eyed and silent beside him.

“That’s me,” Magnus answers, eyeing Adam up and down, and then flicking his eyes over to Kris. He steps back and gestures inside the door, purple-tipped fingernails glinting in the light.

Grinning, Adam shoves Kris inside the door and follows behind, Magnus trailing close once the door is closed. He steps in front of them and leads them through the foyer, then through another door where the music can be heard more clearly. Adam feels a thrill of excitement. Once the door opens they’re introduced into a world of flashing neon lights, dirt-crusted windows to block out any daytime light, doors hanging off hinges.

A bar sits in one corner, different kinds of glowing, multi-colored drinks lining the shelves behind the bartender. Streams of Christmas lights line the borders of the wall, some hang from a dusty chandelier on the ceiling. Rickety stairs lead up and up into what’s probably another apartment or maybe a bedroom.

Adam looks around in complete awe. The people dancing are an assortment of characters. There’s those that look like Kris in normal clothes and sensible shoes and nothing too out of the ordinary. Then there’s the glittery ones that make Adam want to squeal on the inside. A few odd pairs dressed in crazy costumes sit at the bar, making small talk with others. It’s like Halloween meets Christmas.

A few people turn to look at the new additions to the party but Adam hardly notices: he’s more focused on Magnus and the air of mystery he gives off. Without thinking about it, Adam clutches Kris closer to his body. This guy seems serious and like he gets what he wants, when he wants.

Magnus smiles at Adam and Adam smiles back. Then there’s a boy not much younger than Kris joining them. He immediately latches onto Magnus, a jealous curl of his lip telling Adam that he belongs to Magnus and he’s the only one. “Who’re they?” he asks Magnus loudly. Adam, eyebrow raised, watches and waits for the answer.

“I don’t know, Alec. Two new guests,” Magnus smiles lazily and Adam can see the tightening of, who he now knows as Alec’s arm around Magnus’s slim waist.

“Adam Lambert,” Adam introduces himself with confidence, his arm on Kris’ shoulders slipping only briefly, and then he’s back beside Kris. Kris looks up at him, a little bit of nervousness in his eyes about being in this place. “This is Kris Allen.” Kris waves shortly then shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Not so nice to meet you,” Alec glares. Magnus chuckles and presses a kiss to the side of Alec’s head.

“Now, now, Alec. No need to be rude to our guests. Why don't you go mingle?”

Alec plasters a fake smile on his face, shakes their hands, then stalks off to the bar.

The music is starting to pump louder and the lights seem brighter, the people shinier and wilder. Adam finds himself enjoying it and he prods Kris onto the dance floor. He tries to ignore the way Magnus is watching the two of them, something akin to want and must have flashing in his eyes. Adam forces himself to focus on Kris attempting to dance.

Adam can tell Kris is uncomfortable being here. This isn’t Kris’ kind of place, and Adam is finding out it’s even a little strange for him, and he’s the one that’s done the sex club and other numerous underground scenes. He leans down, lips against Kris’ ear, and Kris is already shuddering at the light touch. “Do you want to leave?”

Kris shakes his head. Adam frowns but takes Kris’ hand anyway and leads him to the bar; dancing isn’t really working tonight. He orders something that’s glowing neon blue and doesn’t think anything of it when the drink slides down easily, settling warm in his belly. He laughs at Kris sniffing his cautiously before downing it one go.

“Are you sure don’t want to leave? We can go somewhere else,” Adam suggests. He suddenly feels bad that he dragged Kris out here, practically begged him to come, and now neither one of them is really having a good time. Kris shakes his head no and gives Adam a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine. Although this drink is making me feel otherwise," Kris screws his face up, seemingly uncomfortable. Adam, worried, ignores Kris’ protests of waving hands and holds him by the shoulders.

“Hm, maybe we shouldn’t have drank something that glows neon colors,” Adam looks Kris over and Kris attempts to laugh.

Adam looks up, hoping to catch sight of the bartender but he’s not there anymore. He scans the room, looking for anyone that can tell him about the drinks, and he spies Magnus leaning against the wall only a few feet away watching. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he pushes away and Adam is transfixed. His hips sway slightly and his clothes sparkle underneath the flashing lights and Adam can’t help it.

“Something wrong with your friend?”

Adam blinks rapidly as if he’s come out of a stupor and points to Kris dumbly. “Uh, he-” Adam swallows to give himself a second to get back on track. “What’s in those drinks?”

“Why?” Magnus asks, eyeing Adam up and down, and then doing the same with Kris who’s eyes are shut tight, arm wrapped around his stomach.

“I feel like I’m gonna die,” Kris moans and leans into Adam. Adam pets his hair, an instinct from being around him so much, and gets a pinch in the side for it.

“Those drinks are harmless,” Magnus yawns and looks around once, before settling his gaze back on the pair. “Mostly,” he adds smirking.

Adam’s eyes go wide, “Mostly?! What do you mean mostly?”

“Calm down. Come on. I got something upstairs that’ll make him feel better.” Magnus moves towards the rickety set of stairs but Adam doesn’t follow and neither does Kris. Adam just stands there staring like Magnus is crazy. “What?”

Adam rolls his eyes. “Fine. Kris, come on. He’s got something that’ll make you feel better.” Adam leads an all-too-agreeing Kris along behind Magnus, up the stairs, straight into a bedroom, and then the door is closing. The music is muffled just enough that it’s barely a hum through the door. It’s darker in this room, full of low glowing neon lights.

Adam keeps an eye on Magnus as he sits Kris on the nearest surface. Kris falls over onto the mattress, seemingly not caring that he’s lying on some stranger’s bed and feeling awful because he drank something that glows. Adam pats his knee, waiting for Magnus to come back to them. “What’re you looking for?” Adam asks curiously. Kris moans beside him.

“Another drink.” Magnus shrugs. Finally he turns around and comes back to them with a tiny bottle in his hand. At least it’s not glowing. Adam takes it and prods Kris to sit up.

Adam shoves the bottle into Kris’ hands and Kris eyes it warily. “Just drink it,” Adam says quietly, glancing over at Magnus. He’s clearly enjoying this. Kris downs the bottle in one go, coughing and spluttering but taking it none-the-less. He blinks once, then looks up at Adam. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, now. I feel better,” Kris answers, pointedly avoiding Magnus’s steady gaze. The man is obviously wanting something in return or maybe he’s just that weird. Either way Adam can’t decide if he likes the way Magnus is staring, or if he wants the guy to stop. “Can we go?” Kris mutters.

Adam nods but before he can get up Magnus is planting himself in Adam’s lap and slinging his arms around his neck. “What’s the hurry? I want to have fun,” Magnus smirks, an edge to it this time. Adam squirms and he can feel how aroused Magnus is.

“Um, but I should get-” Adam doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Magnus is suddenly undoing Adam’s belt buckle, then moving on to the button and zipper. “Woah, woah, woah, dude!” Adam scoots backwards fast. He knocks into Kris, sending him off the side of the bed.

“Hey!”

Adam glances over the side of the bed at Kris stumbling to his feet. “Come on, just a little fun,” Magnus croons, latching his lips onto the side of Adam’s neck and leaving a trail of kisses. Adam finds himself tipping his head back for more.

“Oh wait, fuck, no.” Adam pushes Magnus away but Magnus just grinds down into Adam’s lap and Adam can feel him hot and hard. Adam looks to Kris for help but Kris is absorbed in it like he doesn’t want it to stop and Adam sees the crotch of his jeans growing smaller from where he’s kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Do you have to be so pushy?” Adam huffs.

Magnus says nothing, just flashes Adam a look, and lifts up to start tugging on Adam’s jeans. Adam shoves his jeans with one hand and- really when did he get so into this? -helps in the process of getting them off. He’s growing hard and the tight confines aren’t helping any. He wants to know more about this strange man and his strange habits and his strange place. He’s intrigued, he’s hooked, but he’s a little apprehensive about the guy. There’s something about him that just doesn’t seem right and it’s bugging him.

Before he can get another thought through Magnus is sinking to his knees, licking his lips while he stares up at Adam. Adam swallows, waiting for something to happen. When lips finally close around the head of his cock he closes his eyes and sinks a hand into Magnus’s hair.

“Fuck yes,” Adam breathes as Magnus slides down further, tongue doing delicious things to his cock and making him squirm, the desire increasing and he‘s becoming painfully hard now. He stares down at Magnus through half-lidded eyes, watching his jaw work open and his throat convulse as he swallows quickly. Adam jumps in surprise when a hand slides around his throat, thumb rubbing in the hollow spot, and Kris is there, pressing their lips together in a sensual kiss that leaves Adam breathless after Kris pulls away all too soon.

Then Kris’ hand is slipping down until he reaches the bottom of Adam’s shirt. Adam raises his arms above his head and Kris yanks the shirt off. An instant later Adam is on his back, Magnus swallows around him, and Kris is tilting his head up to kiss him again. It’s too many feelings at once. He pushes up with his hips, pulls Kris tighter against him so as to kiss him deeper.

Kris moans into his mouth and Adam snakes a hand to Kris’ jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper. He shoves his hand in Kris’ briefs at the same time Magnus hums around him. A tingle races up his spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Adam slides his tongue against Kris’ and grips his cock at the same time. Kris jerks, hips bucking forward in a shallow thrust, and Adam grins into the kiss.

“Take it…fuck…that you feel better?” Adam smirks at the expression of utter want and desire and fear for what they’re doing with someone they don’t even know.

Adam doesn’t hear Kris’ answer. He lets go and cards his free hand through Magnus’ hair and tugs. Magnus hums again, fingers kneading hard into Adam’s thighs. He barely notices Kris backing away then crawling on his hands behind him until Kris’ knees are on either side of Adam’s head. He opens his eyes wide and sees Kris just sitting there watching, gaze flickering between Adam’s face contorting in pleasure and Magnus sucking Adam off like he’s a lollipop for the taking. Adam doesn’t even care that it’s all at an awkward angle, him lying on his back and feet dangling touching the floor. It feels too good to care.

That familiar sensation is building in Adam’s lower abdomen. He moans, the hand in Magnus’ hair tightening to an almost painful grip, his free hand reaching up to Kris’ shirt and holding on. He yanks Kris down and ignores the protest coming from Kris as he kisses Kris rough and dirty. Magnus drags his teeth along the thick vein on the underside, swirls his tongue around the head of Adam’s cock, and that tips Adam over the edge. His hold on Kris’ shirt is white-knuckled, hips thrusting up as he moans into Kris’ mouth and rides the waves of pleasure, spilling into Magnus’ mouth hot and fast.

When it is over, Adam slumps back down to the bed, ears ringing, muscles slack and relaxed. He breathes heavily against Kris’ swollen and red lips. Kris huffs out a laugh. Adam pushes up to his elbows to say something to Magnus but Magnus is busy, still on his knees on the floor, bringing himself off. Adam can hear Kris’ breathy moan above him so he tugs on Kris’ wrist. Kris shakes his head and presses the heel of his hand into his crotch.

“Fine,” Adam pouts and sits up to grab his jeans from around his ankles. Magnus is sprawled across the floor breathing hard and a prominent wet spot coloring the front of his dark jeans. If Adam wasn’t still reveling in the post-orgasmic bliss he would swear that Magnus is shimmering or at least almost glowing. There’s still something too strange about him and Adam is determined to figure it out. But they’re only in New York for so long and, if anything, he sort of doesn’t want to know. If Magnus is hiding some secret then he can keep to himself.

Kris whimpers behind Adam. Adam stands and tugs his clothes up the rest of the way before turning his attention to Kris. He chuckles at the sight of Kris with the heel of his hand still pressed to his dick through his open jeans. Adam crawls across the bed until he’s facing Kris and can bat his hand away. “Adam, later,” Kris moans but Adam denies Kris’ request and squeezes him through the thin material of Kris’ briefs.

“Bring him off.”

Adam turns his body slightly, hand slipping into Kris’ briefs, and he stares at Magnus a little wide-eyed and curious. Magnus is watching, standing now at the end of the bed, arms crossed and that shimmery essence still around him. There’s something almost cat-like, almost feral in his eyes. So Adam does as Magnus says and can’t get Kris’ pants down fast enough. Kris bucks forward at the first slide of Adam’s hand down his hard length.

Adam tears his own eyes away from Magnus’s, presses his lips to Kris neck and sucks a mark below his ear. Kris whimpers brokenly and it only takes one, two, three strokes of Adam’s hand for Kris to fall apart and come across Adam’s hand. Adam squeezes and lets Kris rock through the aftershocks. Adam catches Kris as he sags forward, faint smile on his face. “That was good,” Kris mumbles, leaning against Adam’s solid chest and kissing the edge of his jaw.

“I like you two,” Magnus smirks. Adam crawls off the bed, snatching his shirt up along the way, and pulls Kris with him. He tugs the shirt over his head and shoves his arms through, the whole time keeping his eyes trained on Magnus. Kris touches his arm. Adam takes his hand and heads for the door but Magnus intersects them. He leans against the door smiling. “Come back sometime?”

“Uh, we’re only here for a couple of days,” Adam responds, getting slightly annoyed that Magnus is blocking the way out.

“That’s too bad,” Magnus murmurs and reaches out to trail the tip of his finger down Adam’s jaw line, the long nail a pin-prick of pressure on his skin. Adam flinches back at the line of heat the simple gesture leaves.

“Yeah. That’s too bad.” Kris’ hand tightens around Adam’s and Adam takes that as their cue to get back to the hotel before Frankie can come looking for them. “We really have to go.” Adam gestures with his hand for Magnus to move and when he finally does Adam and Kris hurry out the door.

Once downstairs they push and shove their way through the crowd dancing to some music neither of them have heard of. Adam is the first one out the door. The group from earlier is still standing around their motorcycles, smoking and laughing loudly. Kris blushes furiously as the big flirt tries and fails again, just like earlier in the evening when the two of them arrived. Adam laughs low, kissing Kris’ temple. They meet Frankie a block away.

“Took you long enough,” Frankie complains and unlocks the car to take them back to the hotel.

Adam glances at the dashboard for the time. It’s rounding on ten, early for even him, but he’s tired and ready to collapse into the comfortable hotel bed. Frankie starts the car and soon enough they’re on their way.

“What’d you boys do?” Frankie asks, eyeing them through the rearview mirror.

Adam smirks, Kris blushes, and Frankie rolls his eyes. “Never mind. I don’t want to know,” he chuckles and pulls away from the curb.

Adam smiles. Kris is looking at him, the blush still visible in his cheeks. Adam laces their hands together and leans over to give him a kiss the cheek. “Feeling okay?” he whispers in Kris’ ear so Frankie can’t listen in on the conversation. Frankie isn’t even paying attention.

Kris nods, saying, “A lot okay.” Adam laughs. 

 “Good.” A silence settles between them for a moment before Adam is breaking it with a sigh. “Would you ever consider going back there?”

Kris sighs, too and nuzzles his face into Adam’s neck. “I don’t know. That guy was kinda weird. And to be honest, all the people there were scary looking. Not to mention the biker dude that failed at flirting with me.” He nips at the soft skin underneath Adam’s jaw.

“Yeah. He was weird wasn’t he?”

Adam thinks back to Magnus and the strange club scene and the strange people and all the strange things about the night. Maybe, one day when he comes back to New York and Kris hopefully in tow, he’ll go back. He will figure it out one day, the mystery that is Magnus Bane and his mannerisms and attitude.

One day.

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