Fic: Seeing Past La Vie en Rose 1/3
Title: Seeing Past La Vie en Rose
Fandom: American Idol S8
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Genre: Romance Movie AU
Word Count: 22,918
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Strong Sexual Content
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The plot for Sabrina belongs to Paramount Pictures and all celebrities belong to themselves.
Notes: Written for the 2012 round of kradambigbang with lovely art done by deannawesson. Go visit her master post here and share the love! Thank you to balefully for making sure my porn doesn't suck and a huge round of thanks to the KradamBangers Mailing List for all the support and for keeping my paranoia levels down to a dull roar. Beta-ed by brokenscreamx.
Summary: Before moving to LA to live out his dream of being a rock star Adam was just the chauffeur's son in the eyes of Brad Bell. Now he is back in Dallas for the holidays and has finally caught Brad's eye, much to the consternation of Brad's family and fiance. It falls on Kris to distract Adam away from Brad, only Kris has never had to fake his affection for Adam. Adam soon learns that sometimes the person you have always wanted isn't the person you have always needed. Based on the 1954 movie Sabrina.
Master Post|Part One| Part Two| Part Three
Summer, 2001, Dallas, Texas
The first time that Kris Allen ever saw Adam Lambert was the summer he had turned fifteen and he and his family moved from Arkansas to Texas after his father remarried. The newly joined families were moving into what once was his new step-mother’s childhood home; her father had left the house to her after his death. Kris was amazed at the size of the huge home and knew that it would take weeks for him to remember where all the rooms were and that wasn’t even taking the extensive grounds into account. They were just outside of Dallas, Texas and he was eager to learn the new city. Arkansas and Texas shared a boarder, but Kris felt that it might just as well be a whole new country for how different things were.
Brad Bell, his new step-brother, had nothing but complaints as they all climbed out of the airport limo and surveyed the new house, “Mom, I don’t understand why Neil and,” Brad fluttered a hand at Kris and Daniel who were gawking at their surroundings, “couldn’t move into the house with you and me! We’re in the middle of nowhere here at Grandfather’s house! I’ll never have anything to do!” Brad continued to flutter his hands and complain at his mother as a tall strawberry blonde man walked towards them.
He was around Kris’ father’s age and was dressed in a suit, a driving cap under one arm. “Mrs. Bell, or should I say Mrs. Allen,” he added with an impish grin, “You should have let me pick you all up from the airport, it wouldn’t have been a problem!”
Sandra Allen-Bell gave a demure smile as she allowed the man to take her carryall from her hands, “Eber, I know that Adam and Neil just got here; how could I in good conscience pull you away from your sons!” She turned to Kris and Daniel, “This is Eber Lambert, he was my father’s driver. He has been with the family for what feels like forever now and has graciously agreed to stay with your father and I. Eber, I would like you to meet my new step-sons, Kris and Daniel Allen.”
He grinned down at the two boys, “My sons are staying with me for the summer. My Neil,” he smiled at Neil Allen, “is around your age Kris. I hope you boys will get along.”
The rest of the late morning was filled with Kris unpacking his bags before he ventured out to explore the house and grounds. It was a huge plantation style home. There were indoor pools and tennis courts to go along with the outdoor ones, extensive gardens that seemed to have their own fleet of gardeners, a large garage with all sorts of different luxury cars that Mr. Lambert was in charge of, and this fountain where a large goldfish swam. All around the house and grounds a veritable army of people were rushing around, putting up tents and tables, flowers being arranged, and Kris even saw an old style bandstand being built on the large patio. Kris soon found himself outside the garage watching as two teens washed a black Rolls Royce amidst all the controlled chaos.
“That’s Adam and Neil Lambert,” Brad said as he sidled up to Kris. “Neil is a sarcastic bastard who will be rather amusing once he gets out of his bratty tween faze.”
Kris didn’t turn to look at Brad, his eyes instead caught on the older teen. He was tall and kinda chubby, but it made him look solid instead of doughy, his strawberry blonde hair was darker than Eber’s, and he seemed to be covered in freckles. “What about Adam?”
“Adam?” Brad looked up from where he had started picking his nails, “Oh, he’s cool; killer singing voice when you can catch him singing.” With that Brad seemed to lose interest in the conversation and grabbed Kris by the wrist, “Come on! I want to show you where Mom is going to throw the party next week!”
“Party?” Kris stumbled after Brad---suddenly all the activity starting to make sense, his head turning to glance back at Adam and his brother, the two of them laughing, “What for?”
“Doesn’t matter! Mom throws one just about every month!”
Sandra Allen-Bell’s summer parties were things to be raved about year around. People began planning for them almost from the beginning of fall until just before the very first party to set the season, the Memorial Day Gala. This year was also the chance for the socialites of Dallas to meet the new members of the family and for connections to be made. The night of the party was clear and beautiful with bright stars shining down on everyone and a soft breeze just barely ruffling the leaves of the surrounding trees.
Kris and Daniel had begun the party close to their father and being introduced to so many new people that eventually Kris just let their names wash over him. Some of the people already knew his father from when he was courting---and how weird was it for him to think of his father using the word courting---Sandra. Eventually Brad showed up and began to introduce Kris and Daniel around to those attending who were closer in age to them. But soon thereafter Brad got distracted by someone he knew across the room and Daniel drifted off to talk with someone he had been introduced to by Brad.
Daniel was always the more outgoing of the two Allen boys and Kris at this moment envied his brother’s easy social graces. The younger boy was already making fast friends and seemed to be able to start a conversation with anyone. This was unlike Kris who would start to blush and stammer when first introduced to anyone. With that in mind, Kris quietly drifted over to the side of the dance floor where tree branches overhung part of the floor, a soda in hand that he was quietly sipping while people watching. A rustling above him caused Kris to look up into the branches of the tree where he could just barely make out the silhouette of a figure lying on the branches.
“Ah, I see you’ve found Adam’s hiding spot,” came from right beside Kris, surprising him enough to spill a little of his soda onto his hand. He turned while sucking the spilled soda from his skin to see Neil Lambert standing right next to him. Neil was dressed down for the event, only wearing a button shirt with a tie and dress slacks; he looked like he could have been part of the wait staff and Kris wasn’t sure if he was or wasn’t. “Adam refuses to actually come to these parties, but every single time you can find him sitting up in that tree, always watching your new step-brother.”
Kris looked back up at Adam in the tree and followed his gaze and sure enough he was looking at Brad who was flirting heavily with the boy he was standing with. As it was, no one seemed really surprised to see Brad flirting so blatantly with a boy. Sure there were a few side glances in his direction that weren’t too friendly, but those mostly seemed to be coming from the older crowd and others who Brad was ignoring.
“People don’t... I mean, he’s...?” Kris stammered as he watched his step-brother.
“Gay as a daffodil that boy is,” Neil said with aplomb. “I thought you knew?” Kris only shook his head as he took a hasty gulp of his soda. Neil nodded and then paused looking at Kris almost as if he could see right through him, “You don’t have a problem with that do you?”
“No!” Kris shouted out, his voice carried during the quiet moment in the music and all eyes turned to look at him and Neil. Kris felt his entire face turning red in embarrassment and he tried to hide it behind his cup and hands. Neil just burst out laughing and clapped Kris on the shoulder.
Neil smiled at him, “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t figure you did. I’ve seen you watching Adam.”
Kris’ blush burned red anew, “I...uh... well...”
“You’re not out?”
“I’m not sure?” Kris had to grin as Neil raised his eyebrow in question. “I mean, I don’t really know. Sure there have been a few girls who I’ve liked at school and this girl back in Arkansas who I’m maybe dating,” his voice raising at the end in question, “but I mean, there have been a few boys also?”
Neil just grinned larger at Kris, “Well then! You and I will talk about girls, especially this girl you are maybe dating, and if you ever need to talk about boys you can either talk to Brad or Adam! They will certainly be joyously glad to talk about boys. Please, make them talk to you about boys!”
With that Kris felt himself truly relax for the first time that night as he and Neil laughed together. Nothing terribly exciting happened for the rest of the event except for when Brad pulled the boy he had been flirting with away from the party. He sent a wink towards Kris and Neil as he passed them and barely flinched when Adam slid out from the tree behind him. He barely had time to toss off a distracted “Hey” at Adam before his attention was pulled away by the boy who was firmly pulling Brad towards the gardens. Kris watched as Adam’s entire body drooped as he slunk away from the party towards the garage and his family’s apartments.
Summer ended for the Allen-Bells with another party much like the Memorial Day Gala. It actually mirrored the event completely except for how Kris and Neil stuck together the entire time. Kris and Neil had become close friends during the summer months with Kris enjoying Neil’s brand of sarcasm and Neil loving the way that Kris was all Southern manners hiding a biting wit. They people watched and then watched as Brad dragged a boy off, Adam coming into view just as they passed, Brad waving airily at him before continuing on, and Adam taking off to the garage. Kris stayed for just a bit longer before he pulled himself away from Neil, his intention to say goodbye to Adam, who was leaving in the morning for LA. This might be the last moment that Kris could get alone with the older boy who has filled his thoughts for the summer, moving Kris from potentially bi to definitely bi. He wanted one last chance to make some sort of connection between them so that while Adam was away he might casually think of Kris, or at least Kris could get his phone number and have an invitation to call every once in a while.
As he came closer to the garage and its apartments he could hear engines running. For the most part it was a soft purr, nothing anyone would notice usually, but with so many on at the same time the soft purr had become a bit of a rumble. Plus, he could hear the occasional sputter that came from his father’s old Dodge that needed a new carburetor. Then he heard a cough coming from inside the closed up garage. He didn’t even really think as he threw open the door and hit the switch to open the garage doors.
“Hello?” he coughed into his elbow, trying to keep from breathing in the noxious fumes. “Anyone in here?” Another cough pulled his attention farther into the garage and he followed the sound while turning off the on cars in his path. It was underneath the old, sputtering Dodge where he found Adam, laying on the ground and looking as if he wanted the concrete to swallow him whole. “Adam?”
Adam crawled out from under the truck, his clothes now stained and a smudge of grease across the bridge of his nose. “Hey Kris,” Adam murmured, his voice hoarse.
“What,” Kris coughed again, “what were you doing?”
“Oh, well,” Adam began to blush, “I wanted to maybe see if I couldn’t figure out how to fix your dad’s truck before I left, a bit of a gift, I guess?”
Kris raised an eyebrow at him like he had seen Neil do a hundred times over the summer, “Really?”
Adam just gave a jaunty grin before he coughed again, though this time the cough didn’t seem to be stopping and Adam ended up hunched over, trying to pull air into his lungs. Kris put his arm around Adam’s shoulders, giving him support as he tried to breathe in clean air.
“Hey, let’s get out of here. I’ll help you upstairs,” Kris began to herd Adam out of the garage and up to the apartments above. He saw Neil out of the corner of his eye and shook his head at the other boy’s inquiring look. Neil just nodded and went into the garage, shutting off the engines for the remaining turned on cars. Kris felt Adam lean more and more into him as they went up the stairs to Adam’s room.
By the time they reached the room Adam was leaning almost all of his weight onto Kris making him struggle with his weight. “Sorry I’m so fat,” he murmured as they stumbled into his room.
Kris just shook his head as he lowered Adam on to his bed, “You’re not fat.” Adam just scoffed as he fell back on his bed. His eyes closed as Kris knelt to take off his shoes. When Kris stood again Adam was asleep, his mouth slightly open as he breathed deeply. The room was a messy chaos of someone packing up to move. There were boxes and suitcases all over the floor and Kris could spy Adam’s tickets on his desk. He gently placed a blanket over Adam before he went to the desk and wrote a quick note to Adam.
Adam,
I’m not sure what really happened tonight, but I’m glad I was there to help you. I hope that LA works out for you and that you stay in touch. Here is my phone number, give me a call anytime.
I’ll miss you.
Kris
It would be eight years before he would actually see Adam Lambert again in person.
Fall, 2001, Los Angeles, California
It had been the first summer that Adam had spent at the Bell Plantation that he had fallen in love with Brad Bell. He had been 16 to Brad’s 12 and yeah, it kinda made him feel like a perv back then, but Adam knew that Brad was the boy for him. Or well, he would be once Adam was perfect for Brad. He just needed to get rid of his extra weight, maybe change his hair, and actually become someone worthy of the amazing Bradley Bell. Every summer Adam had tried to get Brad to hang out with him, but Brad had always seemed more interested in arguing with Neil or flirting with the other summer boys in the surrounding upscale homes.
Adam knew that school wasn't for him in any fashion, but he had promised to give it a try for at least a semester. He and Neil had quietly bet that he wouldn't even make it a week. Adam was planning on trying for the musical theater program at UCLA but who was he kidding, Adam knew that he just wasn’t cut out for school. He had hated high school with an undying passion and he doubted that going to college in LA would change his mind. That said, Adam knew that he just had to put in a little bit of time to appease his parents before going out and making it on his own.
The fact that Adam would be in California verses Texas was the major bonus though for him. As much as Adam loved visiting with his father and living with the Bells for the summers, he felt stifled by the conservative atmosphere. Plus, he knew that if he had the right people around him, fellow artists and musicians, that he would shed his ugly duckling phase. He would lose the twenty or more pounds, dye his hair, and rock some fierce make-up that would make Brad or anyone pay attention to him the way that they all were supposed to!
In the end Adam was proud that he lasted at least five weeks in school before he dropped out. That had ended up beating what Neil had bet and Adam got his twenty bucks in the mail after he found his new apartment in WeHo. It was little better than a hole in the wall and he was tempted to make the cockroaches pay partial rent but the fuckers refused to comment on the notes that he left them next to the kitchen sink.
The first few months were a living hell and his closet sized apartment was the center of it all. His upstairs neighbors constantly banged on the floor, the apartment below would randomly bang on their ceiling if they thought Adam was being too loud, and the couple living right next to Adam had such loud sex that he was tempted to clap at the end of it. Then his refrigerator began leaking one morning while he was off looking for a job and totally destroyed his floor and the super seemed to be MIA once he got back. After a panicked phone call to Eber, who had no idea how to help---“Adam, I am a chauffeur for a living; I could tell you how to fix a faulty starter but fridges are a little outside of my retinue”--- Adam decided that the evening would be much better spent out.
“Danielle, you have to go out with me,” Adam whined into his phone as he attempted to find an outfit for the evening.
A huff came from the other end of the phone, “I have to do no such thing Adam Mitchel Lambert! I, unlike you, have a test in the morning because it is Wednesday night and not a Friday or Saturday!”
Danielle and Adam had been friends since middle school and when the decisions about colleges began they both knew they had to at least be in the same city if not the same school. LA had been at the top of the lists, but they had alternate plans for New York, Chicago (Chicago had mainly been Danielle. Adam was willing---read grudgingly--- to go but he would have complained the entire time during the winters he just knew. He enjoyed the snow as much as anyone else, but he preferred to visit it, not set up camp and have an extended stay.), and Portland.
When Adam had dropped out of school though, Danielle decided to stick it out for at least a year, mainly because her parents would have killed her. And for the most part the two friends were able to stay close and go out often. But there were times, like now, when Adam wanted and could go out but Danielle was stuck in her dorm room.
Adam heard Danielle sigh over the phone, “Hon, you know that I would love to, but seriously... I have this test in the morning and I just can’t.”
He nodded before he replied, “Yeah I get it. I was just hoping to not look like quite as much of an idiot as I’m going to. Nothing quite like a fat, ginger, fag walking into a gay bar all by himself.”
“Ugh, Adam, you are not fat! And like having your hag at your side is going to make you look any less of an idiot in your eyes? Bitch, please! Now,” he heard her take a breath, “put on your black jeans, the ones that make your legs look ridiculously long, your gray Bowie shirt, and your ‘Fuck Me’ boots. And go out there and have a good time! For me, okay?”
“Thanks Dani,” he laughed. “I’m still gunna miss having you there with me though.”
“You’re gunna have too much fun dancing with hot boys to even notice I’m not there!” and then the phone went silent as she had hung up on him.
Adam was still laughing softly when he put down his phone and looked in the mirror; he was wearing the exact outfit that Danielle had described. Letting out another chuckle, Adam picked up his eyeliner and began to outline his eyes. It was almost like war paint for Adam, the whole process of putting on makeup to go out, it helped to hide his acne scarred skin and the freckles that covered him head to toe, and going out to a gay bar in WeHo was definitely like going to war.
He planned to hit Freddies and maybe another bar/dance club in the area, but he usually liked the atmosphere of Freddies the best out of all the other clubs that he and Danielle had tried out so far. The music was loud but it didn’t make him feel like he was going deaf, the bartenders didn’t have too light of a hand when mixing, and the boys were hot. Plus, they occasionally had drag shows that were just amazing. An even larger point in Freedies favor was the fact that the two of them never got carded when there.
By the time Adam actually got into the club, the line not too horrible for a Wednesday evening for once, his high from talking to Danielle had worn off and all he wanted to do was drink and dance the night away while forgetting about his horrible apartment with its fucked up fridge and his lack of a good job, or any job at the moment. He had finally wormed his way to the bar and actually found a stool to sit on, when while he was waiting for the bartender to acknowledge his existence, a dark auburn haired woman fell into his lap, causing Adam to grab at her waist to keep her from falling off. Adam had to laugh as the woman tried to right herself while staying planted across Adam’s thighs.
The woman turned to look at Adam, laughter bubbling out of her mouth, “Hi! I meant to stand next to you, not sit on you!” He could tell she was a bit drunk, but the woman’s smile was infectious.
“Well, might as well use me as a chair as there aren’t that many others around!”
She laughed again, “My name’s Scarlett. You should come join me and my friends once we actually get served!” The last part of the statement was addressed to a passing bartender who had the good graces to look slightly embarrassed that he had been flirting with a guy a few stools down instead of actually working.
He turned to Adam and Scarlett while drying his hands on a towel and asked, “What would you like?”
“Six, no make it seven, shots of tequila. You like tequila, right?” she asked Adam before turning back to the bartender. “Two Cosmos, one Jack and Coke, a Gin and Tonic, ---Do you have banana liqueur? Fantastic!--- a Yellow Bird, a Sam Adams, and whatever he’s having.”
The bartender turned to Adam and he grinned out “A Vodka martini please.” He then turned back to Scarlett as the bartender went to make their drinks, who was still happily sitting in his lap, “So, I’m Adam by the way.”
Scarlett grinned, “Nice to meet you!” She slipped off his lap and grabbed the tray that the bartender has put the drinks on. “Wanna clear the way through the crowd for me? We’re heading back towards that table there where the bleach blonde fae boy is sitting.”
“He know you call him that?” Adam smirked as he led the way to the table.
“He loves it!”
“Who loves what?” asked one of the girls sitting at the table.
“Tommy loves it when I call him the bleach blonde fae boy that he is!” Scarlett cheerfully shouted as she put the drinks down on the table over the indignant squawk coming from the blonde who was obviously Tommy. “Everyone, this is Adam! Adam this is everyone! You have Lee, my finance, Terrance, Alisan, Raja, and that is Tommy!” She then sat herself in Lee’s lap and picked up a shot glass. “Shots, bitches!”
Alisan, who was on the other end of the round booth scooted in closer to Tommy to give Adam room to sit. He grinned and sat next to her, handing over a shot glass. They all held out their shots and Lee cheered out “Salute!” Everyone echoed Lee before they tossed back their shots and slammed the glasses down.
Alisan gave a grimace as she picked up her Gin and Tonic and chased the tequila with it. “So Adam, tell us your story! I saw you walk in with a not so ‘here to party’ look on your face.”
He shrugged while sipping his martini, “Came to LA for school. Realized very quickly that school is so not the place for me and now I’m living in an apartment that I swear my mom left crying and I’m now trying to find a job.”
Everyone around the table nodded their heads, their own stories similar to his. “What were you doing in school?” Tommy asked, leaning around Alisan to see Adam.
Adam rolled his eyes at himself as he responded, “Musical Theatre.”
There was a moment of silence in the group. The loud oontz, oontz, oontz of the music continued around them as Scarlett, Terrance, and Raja seemed to have a whole conversation between the three of them just using their eyes. Raja raised an eyebrow making Terrance and Scarlett both nodded. Terrance then looked Adam up and down, a sly grin slowly spreading across his face before he pointed at Scarlett and said, “Fifty he can nail it.”
“No bet!” Lee and Scarlett shouted before dissolving into laughter and kissing.
Raja finally leaned forward, her elbow on her crossed knee, “What those three are all giggling about is that a show that we are all working on is in desperate need of a stellar tenor and we think you fit the bill. How do you feel about dying your hair?”
Adam barely paused before he laughed, “Anything is better than being ginger!”
From that point on, Adam could swear his life was this movie montage of events. It started with Sutan, Raja out of tuck and heels, taking him out to get his hair dyed and two hours later Adam was now a deep chocolate brunette with matching brows. They went shopping in and around WeHo and Adam was introduced to Cassidy and Jake, two designers who Adam picked up an amazing leather jacket from. Makeup was generally kept the same as Sutan proclaimed that Adam’s technique was actually rather good. Adam did swear to defer to Sutan on any wild face painting in the future.
He did in fact nail the audition for a part in a touring production of Hair that Scarlett, Alisan, and Terrance were in. Sutan was doing the makeup for the show, naturally and Tommy ended up being a rehearsal musician with the group, and a kick ass guitarist. For about a nanosecond Adam contemplated a crush before he found out that Tommy was straight. And while Adam still had his hopeless crush on Brad, he wasn’t going to add hopeless crush on a straight boy to his list of bad crushes.
The whole crush on Brad came out one night before they were about to leave for Europe and Adam and Tommy were crashed out on the floor of Tommy’s apartment, everyone else having left hours before. They were just passing a bottle of vodka between the two of them when Tommy asked about the picture in Adam’s apartment.
“Dude, who are the guys you have a pic of hanging at your place? I mean, everyone else you’ve talked about. I swear I could pick your brother out from a crowd just by how you described his laugh, but those guys, nothing!” he swung his arm out in a dramatic fashion, narrowly missing hitting Adam in the face.
Adam sighed and took a deep gulp of the vodka in his hands before passing it back to Tommy, “They are Kris and Brad.” The picture was of the two of them in evening wear from one of Sandra’s galas; Brad was smiling flirtatiously at the camera while Kris was looking slightly off, his gaze on something else outside of the view of the camera. “They’re step-brothers and damned if I didn’t, do, didn’t... Ugh, do, have the biggest crush ever on Brad. But he doesn’t see me at all. I’ve known him since I was sixteen and he has never even really seen me! I mean, half the reason… part of the reason I was all for LA was to get away from Dallas and make something of myself. Become better than what I was there and be this amazing person that he would have to see when I got back.”
Tommy just laid there for a moment before responding, “Would you really want him if he only noticed you if you’d changed?”
He just shook his head, “That wouldn’t matter as long as he just wanted me as much as I want him.”
They ended up touring in Europe for around eight months and Adam learned some amazing things while there. The hookers in Amsterdam could smoke and drink just about any American under the table, that there is always Paris, that he definitely prefers topping a cute boy, and that Finnish boys give fantastic head.
“Oh god,” Adam moaned while trying to keep his knees from collapsing out from under him while he leaned against the back wall of the club. He could feel the vibrations of the music moving through the wall and into his body as the boy on his knees before him tried to suck his brain from his dick.
Mischievous blue eyes looked up at him from under pale lashes as Sauli, the boy on his knees, lightly flicked the tip of his tongue against the underside of Adam’s dick. Adam tried to keep from thrusting into the hot mouth surrounding him, but when Sauli’s eyes fluttered and he moaned at the motion, Adam began to gently thrust in and out of the wet suction.
One of his hands moved to palm the back of Sauli’s head, his fingers twisting in the blonde strands, the other ended up braced against the wall to give him a little more leverage to thrust into the hot mouth. Sauli’s own hands were gripped tight around Adam’s hips as he took more and more of Adam’s cock into his mouth.
“Can you take all of me?” Adam husked out, his voice dropping in register. “Are you that hungry for cock that you would let me choke you full of it?” At Sauli’s moan Adam petted at his face, “Deep breath then,” and he pulled back to let Sauli get a good breath of air before he pushed right back in and down into his throat. The tight clench and barely there gags brought Adam right to brink and he pulled back and began to come in Sauli’s mouth. As Sauli swallowed around him Adam was just aware enough to feel Sauli’s hands pull away from his hips and start to tug frantically at his own pants.
Adam pulled out from Sauli’s mouth, making the boy whine, and dropped to his own knees as he pushed Sauli’s fumbling hands away from his pants and tore the zipper apart. Adam reached in and barely touched his dick before Sauli gave a soft cry and came all over the both of them. Both of them were still gasping and on their knees when they made eye contact and began to giggle.
Adam leaned forward and kissed Sauli, tasting himself in the blonde’s mouth. When they pulled back from the kiss Adam helped to right his clothes as Sauli did the same for him. They stood and Adam wiped his hands off in a tissue he had stuffed in his pocket before dropping it to the floor and throwing his arm around Sauli’s shoulder. “Wanna dance, baby?”
Sauli grinned up at Adam, “Sure.”
The two of them ended up dating for most of the rest of the tour, Sauli following them around from city to city for a bit. They imploded pretty spectacularly though when Sauli questioned Adam having the picture of Kris and Brad with him. Sure it was folded down the middle and really, only the side with Brad really got looked at, but Adam carted the picture everywhere. It had become a bit of a talisman for him. When Adam had explained who the two of them were, Sauli had frowned before scoffing.
“Why do you torture yourself with a photo of a boy you will never have? I doubt he will care that you have carried his picture with you all over the world. It makes you seem rather desperate, yes? I mean, you have me and I like you. Isn’t that better than some silly American boy who you haven’t seen in almost two years?”
For a moment Adam could have sworn that all the air had been sucked from the room before he was able to take a deep breath and carefully tuck the picture away again in his wallet. He gathered his things, patting his pockets while Sauli looked on in confusion. When Adam reached the door he finally began to look concerned. “I think you shouldn’t come to the next show Sauli,” was all Adam said before he opened the door and walked out.
Maybe he was a bit desperate and silly, but for some reason he still felt like he had to hold on to the idea of Brad. This idea that he could become his true self, something he felt closer to being each day, and that Brad, the boy from back home would finally see who Adam really was. Not just the chauffeur's son, but something, someone worth looking at.
Just a few weeks later the whole group was back in LA celebrating the end of the tour and frantically trying to catch up on rest while simultaneously looking for new jobs. While taking shifts at one of the many Starbucks in town Adam began singing at a Cabaret a few nights a week much to the delight of his friends who used it as an excuse to drink and cheer him on. Everyone was finding jobs and seemed to be settling in place while still being wild and free. New people were even being added to the group as they settled in and threw parties. In came Ashley, a fantastic bassist who was often found jamming with Tommy and Isaac who played the drums. Danielle had finally given up on school at that point and joined in on many of the festivities between her own attempts at finding acting jobs.
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Fandom: American Idol S8
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Genre: Romance Movie AU
Word Count: 22,918
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Strong Sexual Content
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The plot for Sabrina belongs to Paramount Pictures and all celebrities belong to themselves.
Notes: Written for the 2012 round of kradambigbang with lovely art done by deannawesson. Go visit her master post here and share the love! Thank you to balefully for making sure my porn doesn't suck and a huge round of thanks to the KradamBangers Mailing List for all the support and for keeping my paranoia levels down to a dull roar. Beta-ed by brokenscreamx.
Summary: Before moving to LA to live out his dream of being a rock star Adam was just the chauffeur's son in the eyes of Brad Bell. Now he is back in Dallas for the holidays and has finally caught Brad's eye, much to the consternation of Brad's family and fiance. It falls on Kris to distract Adam away from Brad, only Kris has never had to fake his affection for Adam. Adam soon learns that sometimes the person you have always wanted isn't the person you have always needed. Based on the 1954 movie Sabrina.
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Summer, 2001, Dallas, Texas
The first time that Kris Allen ever saw Adam Lambert was the summer he had turned fifteen and he and his family moved from Arkansas to Texas after his father remarried. The newly joined families were moving into what once was his new step-mother’s childhood home; her father had left the house to her after his death. Kris was amazed at the size of the huge home and knew that it would take weeks for him to remember where all the rooms were and that wasn’t even taking the extensive grounds into account. They were just outside of Dallas, Texas and he was eager to learn the new city. Arkansas and Texas shared a boarder, but Kris felt that it might just as well be a whole new country for how different things were.
Brad Bell, his new step-brother, had nothing but complaints as they all climbed out of the airport limo and surveyed the new house, “Mom, I don’t understand why Neil and,” Brad fluttered a hand at Kris and Daniel who were gawking at their surroundings, “couldn’t move into the house with you and me! We’re in the middle of nowhere here at Grandfather’s house! I’ll never have anything to do!” Brad continued to flutter his hands and complain at his mother as a tall strawberry blonde man walked towards them.
He was around Kris’ father’s age and was dressed in a suit, a driving cap under one arm. “Mrs. Bell, or should I say Mrs. Allen,” he added with an impish grin, “You should have let me pick you all up from the airport, it wouldn’t have been a problem!”
Sandra Allen-Bell gave a demure smile as she allowed the man to take her carryall from her hands, “Eber, I know that Adam and Neil just got here; how could I in good conscience pull you away from your sons!” She turned to Kris and Daniel, “This is Eber Lambert, he was my father’s driver. He has been with the family for what feels like forever now and has graciously agreed to stay with your father and I. Eber, I would like you to meet my new step-sons, Kris and Daniel Allen.”
He grinned down at the two boys, “My sons are staying with me for the summer. My Neil,” he smiled at Neil Allen, “is around your age Kris. I hope you boys will get along.”
The rest of the late morning was filled with Kris unpacking his bags before he ventured out to explore the house and grounds. It was a huge plantation style home. There were indoor pools and tennis courts to go along with the outdoor ones, extensive gardens that seemed to have their own fleet of gardeners, a large garage with all sorts of different luxury cars that Mr. Lambert was in charge of, and this fountain where a large goldfish swam. All around the house and grounds a veritable army of people were rushing around, putting up tents and tables, flowers being arranged, and Kris even saw an old style bandstand being built on the large patio. Kris soon found himself outside the garage watching as two teens washed a black Rolls Royce amidst all the controlled chaos.
“That’s Adam and Neil Lambert,” Brad said as he sidled up to Kris. “Neil is a sarcastic bastard who will be rather amusing once he gets out of his bratty tween faze.”
Kris didn’t turn to look at Brad, his eyes instead caught on the older teen. He was tall and kinda chubby, but it made him look solid instead of doughy, his strawberry blonde hair was darker than Eber’s, and he seemed to be covered in freckles. “What about Adam?”
“Adam?” Brad looked up from where he had started picking his nails, “Oh, he’s cool; killer singing voice when you can catch him singing.” With that Brad seemed to lose interest in the conversation and grabbed Kris by the wrist, “Come on! I want to show you where Mom is going to throw the party next week!”
“Party?” Kris stumbled after Brad---suddenly all the activity starting to make sense, his head turning to glance back at Adam and his brother, the two of them laughing, “What for?”
“Doesn’t matter! Mom throws one just about every month!”
Sandra Allen-Bell’s summer parties were things to be raved about year around. People began planning for them almost from the beginning of fall until just before the very first party to set the season, the Memorial Day Gala. This year was also the chance for the socialites of Dallas to meet the new members of the family and for connections to be made. The night of the party was clear and beautiful with bright stars shining down on everyone and a soft breeze just barely ruffling the leaves of the surrounding trees.
Kris and Daniel had begun the party close to their father and being introduced to so many new people that eventually Kris just let their names wash over him. Some of the people already knew his father from when he was courting---and how weird was it for him to think of his father using the word courting---Sandra. Eventually Brad showed up and began to introduce Kris and Daniel around to those attending who were closer in age to them. But soon thereafter Brad got distracted by someone he knew across the room and Daniel drifted off to talk with someone he had been introduced to by Brad.
Daniel was always the more outgoing of the two Allen boys and Kris at this moment envied his brother’s easy social graces. The younger boy was already making fast friends and seemed to be able to start a conversation with anyone. This was unlike Kris who would start to blush and stammer when first introduced to anyone. With that in mind, Kris quietly drifted over to the side of the dance floor where tree branches overhung part of the floor, a soda in hand that he was quietly sipping while people watching. A rustling above him caused Kris to look up into the branches of the tree where he could just barely make out the silhouette of a figure lying on the branches.
“Ah, I see you’ve found Adam’s hiding spot,” came from right beside Kris, surprising him enough to spill a little of his soda onto his hand. He turned while sucking the spilled soda from his skin to see Neil Lambert standing right next to him. Neil was dressed down for the event, only wearing a button shirt with a tie and dress slacks; he looked like he could have been part of the wait staff and Kris wasn’t sure if he was or wasn’t. “Adam refuses to actually come to these parties, but every single time you can find him sitting up in that tree, always watching your new step-brother.”
Kris looked back up at Adam in the tree and followed his gaze and sure enough he was looking at Brad who was flirting heavily with the boy he was standing with. As it was, no one seemed really surprised to see Brad flirting so blatantly with a boy. Sure there were a few side glances in his direction that weren’t too friendly, but those mostly seemed to be coming from the older crowd and others who Brad was ignoring.
“People don’t... I mean, he’s...?” Kris stammered as he watched his step-brother.
“Gay as a daffodil that boy is,” Neil said with aplomb. “I thought you knew?” Kris only shook his head as he took a hasty gulp of his soda. Neil nodded and then paused looking at Kris almost as if he could see right through him, “You don’t have a problem with that do you?”
“No!” Kris shouted out, his voice carried during the quiet moment in the music and all eyes turned to look at him and Neil. Kris felt his entire face turning red in embarrassment and he tried to hide it behind his cup and hands. Neil just burst out laughing and clapped Kris on the shoulder.
Neil smiled at him, “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t figure you did. I’ve seen you watching Adam.”
Kris’ blush burned red anew, “I...uh... well...”
“You’re not out?”
“I’m not sure?” Kris had to grin as Neil raised his eyebrow in question. “I mean, I don’t really know. Sure there have been a few girls who I’ve liked at school and this girl back in Arkansas who I’m maybe dating,” his voice raising at the end in question, “but I mean, there have been a few boys also?”
Neil just grinned larger at Kris, “Well then! You and I will talk about girls, especially this girl you are maybe dating, and if you ever need to talk about boys you can either talk to Brad or Adam! They will certainly be joyously glad to talk about boys. Please, make them talk to you about boys!”
With that Kris felt himself truly relax for the first time that night as he and Neil laughed together. Nothing terribly exciting happened for the rest of the event except for when Brad pulled the boy he had been flirting with away from the party. He sent a wink towards Kris and Neil as he passed them and barely flinched when Adam slid out from the tree behind him. He barely had time to toss off a distracted “Hey” at Adam before his attention was pulled away by the boy who was firmly pulling Brad towards the gardens. Kris watched as Adam’s entire body drooped as he slunk away from the party towards the garage and his family’s apartments.
Summer ended for the Allen-Bells with another party much like the Memorial Day Gala. It actually mirrored the event completely except for how Kris and Neil stuck together the entire time. Kris and Neil had become close friends during the summer months with Kris enjoying Neil’s brand of sarcasm and Neil loving the way that Kris was all Southern manners hiding a biting wit. They people watched and then watched as Brad dragged a boy off, Adam coming into view just as they passed, Brad waving airily at him before continuing on, and Adam taking off to the garage. Kris stayed for just a bit longer before he pulled himself away from Neil, his intention to say goodbye to Adam, who was leaving in the morning for LA. This might be the last moment that Kris could get alone with the older boy who has filled his thoughts for the summer, moving Kris from potentially bi to definitely bi. He wanted one last chance to make some sort of connection between them so that while Adam was away he might casually think of Kris, or at least Kris could get his phone number and have an invitation to call every once in a while.
As he came closer to the garage and its apartments he could hear engines running. For the most part it was a soft purr, nothing anyone would notice usually, but with so many on at the same time the soft purr had become a bit of a rumble. Plus, he could hear the occasional sputter that came from his father’s old Dodge that needed a new carburetor. Then he heard a cough coming from inside the closed up garage. He didn’t even really think as he threw open the door and hit the switch to open the garage doors.
“Hello?” he coughed into his elbow, trying to keep from breathing in the noxious fumes. “Anyone in here?” Another cough pulled his attention farther into the garage and he followed the sound while turning off the on cars in his path. It was underneath the old, sputtering Dodge where he found Adam, laying on the ground and looking as if he wanted the concrete to swallow him whole. “Adam?”
Adam crawled out from under the truck, his clothes now stained and a smudge of grease across the bridge of his nose. “Hey Kris,” Adam murmured, his voice hoarse.
“What,” Kris coughed again, “what were you doing?”
“Oh, well,” Adam began to blush, “I wanted to maybe see if I couldn’t figure out how to fix your dad’s truck before I left, a bit of a gift, I guess?”
Kris raised an eyebrow at him like he had seen Neil do a hundred times over the summer, “Really?”
Adam just gave a jaunty grin before he coughed again, though this time the cough didn’t seem to be stopping and Adam ended up hunched over, trying to pull air into his lungs. Kris put his arm around Adam’s shoulders, giving him support as he tried to breathe in clean air.
“Hey, let’s get out of here. I’ll help you upstairs,” Kris began to herd Adam out of the garage and up to the apartments above. He saw Neil out of the corner of his eye and shook his head at the other boy’s inquiring look. Neil just nodded and went into the garage, shutting off the engines for the remaining turned on cars. Kris felt Adam lean more and more into him as they went up the stairs to Adam’s room.
By the time they reached the room Adam was leaning almost all of his weight onto Kris making him struggle with his weight. “Sorry I’m so fat,” he murmured as they stumbled into his room.
Kris just shook his head as he lowered Adam on to his bed, “You’re not fat.” Adam just scoffed as he fell back on his bed. His eyes closed as Kris knelt to take off his shoes. When Kris stood again Adam was asleep, his mouth slightly open as he breathed deeply. The room was a messy chaos of someone packing up to move. There were boxes and suitcases all over the floor and Kris could spy Adam’s tickets on his desk. He gently placed a blanket over Adam before he went to the desk and wrote a quick note to Adam.
Adam,
I’m not sure what really happened tonight, but I’m glad I was there to help you. I hope that LA works out for you and that you stay in touch. Here is my phone number, give me a call anytime.
I’ll miss you.
Kris
It would be eight years before he would actually see Adam Lambert again in person.
Fall, 2001, Los Angeles, California
It had been the first summer that Adam had spent at the Bell Plantation that he had fallen in love with Brad Bell. He had been 16 to Brad’s 12 and yeah, it kinda made him feel like a perv back then, but Adam knew that Brad was the boy for him. Or well, he would be once Adam was perfect for Brad. He just needed to get rid of his extra weight, maybe change his hair, and actually become someone worthy of the amazing Bradley Bell. Every summer Adam had tried to get Brad to hang out with him, but Brad had always seemed more interested in arguing with Neil or flirting with the other summer boys in the surrounding upscale homes.
Adam knew that school wasn't for him in any fashion, but he had promised to give it a try for at least a semester. He and Neil had quietly bet that he wouldn't even make it a week. Adam was planning on trying for the musical theater program at UCLA but who was he kidding, Adam knew that he just wasn’t cut out for school. He had hated high school with an undying passion and he doubted that going to college in LA would change his mind. That said, Adam knew that he just had to put in a little bit of time to appease his parents before going out and making it on his own.
The fact that Adam would be in California verses Texas was the major bonus though for him. As much as Adam loved visiting with his father and living with the Bells for the summers, he felt stifled by the conservative atmosphere. Plus, he knew that if he had the right people around him, fellow artists and musicians, that he would shed his ugly duckling phase. He would lose the twenty or more pounds, dye his hair, and rock some fierce make-up that would make Brad or anyone pay attention to him the way that they all were supposed to!
In the end Adam was proud that he lasted at least five weeks in school before he dropped out. That had ended up beating what Neil had bet and Adam got his twenty bucks in the mail after he found his new apartment in WeHo. It was little better than a hole in the wall and he was tempted to make the cockroaches pay partial rent but the fuckers refused to comment on the notes that he left them next to the kitchen sink.
The first few months were a living hell and his closet sized apartment was the center of it all. His upstairs neighbors constantly banged on the floor, the apartment below would randomly bang on their ceiling if they thought Adam was being too loud, and the couple living right next to Adam had such loud sex that he was tempted to clap at the end of it. Then his refrigerator began leaking one morning while he was off looking for a job and totally destroyed his floor and the super seemed to be MIA once he got back. After a panicked phone call to Eber, who had no idea how to help---“Adam, I am a chauffeur for a living; I could tell you how to fix a faulty starter but fridges are a little outside of my retinue”--- Adam decided that the evening would be much better spent out.
“Danielle, you have to go out with me,” Adam whined into his phone as he attempted to find an outfit for the evening.
A huff came from the other end of the phone, “I have to do no such thing Adam Mitchel Lambert! I, unlike you, have a test in the morning because it is Wednesday night and not a Friday or Saturday!”
Danielle and Adam had been friends since middle school and when the decisions about colleges began they both knew they had to at least be in the same city if not the same school. LA had been at the top of the lists, but they had alternate plans for New York, Chicago (Chicago had mainly been Danielle. Adam was willing---read grudgingly--- to go but he would have complained the entire time during the winters he just knew. He enjoyed the snow as much as anyone else, but he preferred to visit it, not set up camp and have an extended stay.), and Portland.
When Adam had dropped out of school though, Danielle decided to stick it out for at least a year, mainly because her parents would have killed her. And for the most part the two friends were able to stay close and go out often. But there were times, like now, when Adam wanted and could go out but Danielle was stuck in her dorm room.
Adam heard Danielle sigh over the phone, “Hon, you know that I would love to, but seriously... I have this test in the morning and I just can’t.”
He nodded before he replied, “Yeah I get it. I was just hoping to not look like quite as much of an idiot as I’m going to. Nothing quite like a fat, ginger, fag walking into a gay bar all by himself.”
“Ugh, Adam, you are not fat! And like having your hag at your side is going to make you look any less of an idiot in your eyes? Bitch, please! Now,” he heard her take a breath, “put on your black jeans, the ones that make your legs look ridiculously long, your gray Bowie shirt, and your ‘Fuck Me’ boots. And go out there and have a good time! For me, okay?”
“Thanks Dani,” he laughed. “I’m still gunna miss having you there with me though.”
“You’re gunna have too much fun dancing with hot boys to even notice I’m not there!” and then the phone went silent as she had hung up on him.
Adam was still laughing softly when he put down his phone and looked in the mirror; he was wearing the exact outfit that Danielle had described. Letting out another chuckle, Adam picked up his eyeliner and began to outline his eyes. It was almost like war paint for Adam, the whole process of putting on makeup to go out, it helped to hide his acne scarred skin and the freckles that covered him head to toe, and going out to a gay bar in WeHo was definitely like going to war.
He planned to hit Freddies and maybe another bar/dance club in the area, but he usually liked the atmosphere of Freddies the best out of all the other clubs that he and Danielle had tried out so far. The music was loud but it didn’t make him feel like he was going deaf, the bartenders didn’t have too light of a hand when mixing, and the boys were hot. Plus, they occasionally had drag shows that were just amazing. An even larger point in Freedies favor was the fact that the two of them never got carded when there.
By the time Adam actually got into the club, the line not too horrible for a Wednesday evening for once, his high from talking to Danielle had worn off and all he wanted to do was drink and dance the night away while forgetting about his horrible apartment with its fucked up fridge and his lack of a good job, or any job at the moment. He had finally wormed his way to the bar and actually found a stool to sit on, when while he was waiting for the bartender to acknowledge his existence, a dark auburn haired woman fell into his lap, causing Adam to grab at her waist to keep her from falling off. Adam had to laugh as the woman tried to right herself while staying planted across Adam’s thighs.
The woman turned to look at Adam, laughter bubbling out of her mouth, “Hi! I meant to stand next to you, not sit on you!” He could tell she was a bit drunk, but the woman’s smile was infectious.
“Well, might as well use me as a chair as there aren’t that many others around!”
She laughed again, “My name’s Scarlett. You should come join me and my friends once we actually get served!” The last part of the statement was addressed to a passing bartender who had the good graces to look slightly embarrassed that he had been flirting with a guy a few stools down instead of actually working.
He turned to Adam and Scarlett while drying his hands on a towel and asked, “What would you like?”
“Six, no make it seven, shots of tequila. You like tequila, right?” she asked Adam before turning back to the bartender. “Two Cosmos, one Jack and Coke, a Gin and Tonic, ---Do you have banana liqueur? Fantastic!--- a Yellow Bird, a Sam Adams, and whatever he’s having.”
The bartender turned to Adam and he grinned out “A Vodka martini please.” He then turned back to Scarlett as the bartender went to make their drinks, who was still happily sitting in his lap, “So, I’m Adam by the way.”
Scarlett grinned, “Nice to meet you!” She slipped off his lap and grabbed the tray that the bartender has put the drinks on. “Wanna clear the way through the crowd for me? We’re heading back towards that table there where the bleach blonde fae boy is sitting.”
“He know you call him that?” Adam smirked as he led the way to the table.
“He loves it!”
“Who loves what?” asked one of the girls sitting at the table.
“Tommy loves it when I call him the bleach blonde fae boy that he is!” Scarlett cheerfully shouted as she put the drinks down on the table over the indignant squawk coming from the blonde who was obviously Tommy. “Everyone, this is Adam! Adam this is everyone! You have Lee, my finance, Terrance, Alisan, Raja, and that is Tommy!” She then sat herself in Lee’s lap and picked up a shot glass. “Shots, bitches!”
Alisan, who was on the other end of the round booth scooted in closer to Tommy to give Adam room to sit. He grinned and sat next to her, handing over a shot glass. They all held out their shots and Lee cheered out “Salute!” Everyone echoed Lee before they tossed back their shots and slammed the glasses down.
Alisan gave a grimace as she picked up her Gin and Tonic and chased the tequila with it. “So Adam, tell us your story! I saw you walk in with a not so ‘here to party’ look on your face.”
He shrugged while sipping his martini, “Came to LA for school. Realized very quickly that school is so not the place for me and now I’m living in an apartment that I swear my mom left crying and I’m now trying to find a job.”
Everyone around the table nodded their heads, their own stories similar to his. “What were you doing in school?” Tommy asked, leaning around Alisan to see Adam.
Adam rolled his eyes at himself as he responded, “Musical Theatre.”
There was a moment of silence in the group. The loud oontz, oontz, oontz of the music continued around them as Scarlett, Terrance, and Raja seemed to have a whole conversation between the three of them just using their eyes. Raja raised an eyebrow making Terrance and Scarlett both nodded. Terrance then looked Adam up and down, a sly grin slowly spreading across his face before he pointed at Scarlett and said, “Fifty he can nail it.”
“No bet!” Lee and Scarlett shouted before dissolving into laughter and kissing.
Raja finally leaned forward, her elbow on her crossed knee, “What those three are all giggling about is that a show that we are all working on is in desperate need of a stellar tenor and we think you fit the bill. How do you feel about dying your hair?”
Adam barely paused before he laughed, “Anything is better than being ginger!”
From that point on, Adam could swear his life was this movie montage of events. It started with Sutan, Raja out of tuck and heels, taking him out to get his hair dyed and two hours later Adam was now a deep chocolate brunette with matching brows. They went shopping in and around WeHo and Adam was introduced to Cassidy and Jake, two designers who Adam picked up an amazing leather jacket from. Makeup was generally kept the same as Sutan proclaimed that Adam’s technique was actually rather good. Adam did swear to defer to Sutan on any wild face painting in the future.
He did in fact nail the audition for a part in a touring production of Hair that Scarlett, Alisan, and Terrance were in. Sutan was doing the makeup for the show, naturally and Tommy ended up being a rehearsal musician with the group, and a kick ass guitarist. For about a nanosecond Adam contemplated a crush before he found out that Tommy was straight. And while Adam still had his hopeless crush on Brad, he wasn’t going to add hopeless crush on a straight boy to his list of bad crushes.
The whole crush on Brad came out one night before they were about to leave for Europe and Adam and Tommy were crashed out on the floor of Tommy’s apartment, everyone else having left hours before. They were just passing a bottle of vodka between the two of them when Tommy asked about the picture in Adam’s apartment.
“Dude, who are the guys you have a pic of hanging at your place? I mean, everyone else you’ve talked about. I swear I could pick your brother out from a crowd just by how you described his laugh, but those guys, nothing!” he swung his arm out in a dramatic fashion, narrowly missing hitting Adam in the face.
Adam sighed and took a deep gulp of the vodka in his hands before passing it back to Tommy, “They are Kris and Brad.” The picture was of the two of them in evening wear from one of Sandra’s galas; Brad was smiling flirtatiously at the camera while Kris was looking slightly off, his gaze on something else outside of the view of the camera. “They’re step-brothers and damned if I didn’t, do, didn’t... Ugh, do, have the biggest crush ever on Brad. But he doesn’t see me at all. I’ve known him since I was sixteen and he has never even really seen me! I mean, half the reason… part of the reason I was all for LA was to get away from Dallas and make something of myself. Become better than what I was there and be this amazing person that he would have to see when I got back.”
Tommy just laid there for a moment before responding, “Would you really want him if he only noticed you if you’d changed?”
He just shook his head, “That wouldn’t matter as long as he just wanted me as much as I want him.”
They ended up touring in Europe for around eight months and Adam learned some amazing things while there. The hookers in Amsterdam could smoke and drink just about any American under the table, that there is always Paris, that he definitely prefers topping a cute boy, and that Finnish boys give fantastic head.
“Oh god,” Adam moaned while trying to keep his knees from collapsing out from under him while he leaned against the back wall of the club. He could feel the vibrations of the music moving through the wall and into his body as the boy on his knees before him tried to suck his brain from his dick.
Mischievous blue eyes looked up at him from under pale lashes as Sauli, the boy on his knees, lightly flicked the tip of his tongue against the underside of Adam’s dick. Adam tried to keep from thrusting into the hot mouth surrounding him, but when Sauli’s eyes fluttered and he moaned at the motion, Adam began to gently thrust in and out of the wet suction.
One of his hands moved to palm the back of Sauli’s head, his fingers twisting in the blonde strands, the other ended up braced against the wall to give him a little more leverage to thrust into the hot mouth. Sauli’s own hands were gripped tight around Adam’s hips as he took more and more of Adam’s cock into his mouth.
“Can you take all of me?” Adam husked out, his voice dropping in register. “Are you that hungry for cock that you would let me choke you full of it?” At Sauli’s moan Adam petted at his face, “Deep breath then,” and he pulled back to let Sauli get a good breath of air before he pushed right back in and down into his throat. The tight clench and barely there gags brought Adam right to brink and he pulled back and began to come in Sauli’s mouth. As Sauli swallowed around him Adam was just aware enough to feel Sauli’s hands pull away from his hips and start to tug frantically at his own pants.
Adam pulled out from Sauli’s mouth, making the boy whine, and dropped to his own knees as he pushed Sauli’s fumbling hands away from his pants and tore the zipper apart. Adam reached in and barely touched his dick before Sauli gave a soft cry and came all over the both of them. Both of them were still gasping and on their knees when they made eye contact and began to giggle.
Adam leaned forward and kissed Sauli, tasting himself in the blonde’s mouth. When they pulled back from the kiss Adam helped to right his clothes as Sauli did the same for him. They stood and Adam wiped his hands off in a tissue he had stuffed in his pocket before dropping it to the floor and throwing his arm around Sauli’s shoulder. “Wanna dance, baby?”
Sauli grinned up at Adam, “Sure.”
The two of them ended up dating for most of the rest of the tour, Sauli following them around from city to city for a bit. They imploded pretty spectacularly though when Sauli questioned Adam having the picture of Kris and Brad with him. Sure it was folded down the middle and really, only the side with Brad really got looked at, but Adam carted the picture everywhere. It had become a bit of a talisman for him. When Adam had explained who the two of them were, Sauli had frowned before scoffing.
“Why do you torture yourself with a photo of a boy you will never have? I doubt he will care that you have carried his picture with you all over the world. It makes you seem rather desperate, yes? I mean, you have me and I like you. Isn’t that better than some silly American boy who you haven’t seen in almost two years?”
For a moment Adam could have sworn that all the air had been sucked from the room before he was able to take a deep breath and carefully tuck the picture away again in his wallet. He gathered his things, patting his pockets while Sauli looked on in confusion. When Adam reached the door he finally began to look concerned. “I think you shouldn’t come to the next show Sauli,” was all Adam said before he opened the door and walked out.
Maybe he was a bit desperate and silly, but for some reason he still felt like he had to hold on to the idea of Brad. This idea that he could become his true self, something he felt closer to being each day, and that Brad, the boy from back home would finally see who Adam really was. Not just the chauffeur's son, but something, someone worth looking at.
Just a few weeks later the whole group was back in LA celebrating the end of the tour and frantically trying to catch up on rest while simultaneously looking for new jobs. While taking shifts at one of the many Starbucks in town Adam began singing at a Cabaret a few nights a week much to the delight of his friends who used it as an excuse to drink and cheer him on. Everyone was finding jobs and seemed to be settling in place while still being wild and free. New people were even being added to the group as they settled in and threw parties. In came Ashley, a fantastic bassist who was often found jamming with Tommy and Isaac who played the drums. Danielle had finally given up on school at that point and joined in on many of the festivities between her own attempts at finding acting jobs.
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