Fic: Seeing Past La Vie en Rose 3/3
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
Master Post| Part One| Part Two|Part Three
“Oh god, I think my ears are bleeding,” Neil whined as he thumped the beers in his hand onto the table. He sat down hard next to Adam, the older brother taking one of the beers while laughing. “No, seriously Adam, my ears are bleeding and it is all because of your brother!” Neil turned and pointed at Kris who held his hands up in surrender.
“Hey, don’t blame me for Daniel’s inability to carry a tune during karaoke. Normally he’s okay, but actually give him a mic and a monitor and he fails.” Kris winced as Daniel hit a sour note, “Fails hardcore.”
Adam laughed and shook his head, “Neil, you have no room to complain about Daniel’s singing when I know while you may rock a piano, you can’t carry a tune in a bucket.”
Kris and Adam laughed at the put upon look on Neil’s face as Daniel took his final bows and came back to the table. He grabbed the remaining beer and sat next to Kris, “So, Adam, when are you going to go up and sing for us? I keep hearing from Kris about how amazing you are. Especially doing that One Republic song.”
“Wait, what?” Adam asked, his beer hitting the table with a thud as he sat forward. “Kris, you saw me out in LA?”
“Um,” Kris took a quick sip of beer in an obvious stall. “I was out there for my dad and well, Neil told me about your regular show so I stopped in and well… You are amazing!” He grinned up at Adam, “Seriously man, you deserve that fucking contract.”
“Contract?” Neil shouted. “Contract! You have a recording contract?” At Adam’s nod his hands flew up in the air in a flail, “Holy shit! This calls for good booze, none of this four dollar shit! Kris, it’s your turn, go woo the crowd with your skills while I got get us something to drink!”
With a shrug Kris stood at the same time the Neil did, “I guess I’m up!” He smiled at Adam, a bit shyly, before he made his way up to the stage.
“You know, he’s had a crush on you since forever,” Daniel said as he finished off his beer and started on the one Kris had left on the table.
Adam sputtered, the sip he was taking making a valiant effort to come out his nose. “What?”
“Yeah,” Daniel belched, ignoring Adam’s wince. “He’s been kinda in love with you since that first summer after Dad married Sandra and moved us out here. But it didn’t really start being obvious until after he came back from that trip to LA and heard you sing. It was like you hung the moon and stars for him. And fuck, I’m drunk. Please don’t tell Kris that I told you that he likes you! How did I get so drunk already?”
Adam tuned out Daniel’s mutterings because by that time Kris had finally made his way onto the stage and was standing a bit shyly at the mic. “Hey everyone. I’m going to be singing Falling Slowly from the movie Once.”
The memories Adam had of Kris singing really paled in comparison to the man singing in front of him then. Sure, his mouth was crooked and he strained for the high notes, but fuck, if he wasn’t living, breathing, musical porn on stage. He had a husky tone on the bottom with top notes that were plaintive and clear. God, Adam just wanted to bite at his neck, the tendons and veins prominent as he performed. And oh god, Adam realized while watching Kris, his brown eyes flickering at Adam every few lines, he was singing to him. He was singing a love song, a song about falling in love, to Adam.
When Kris finished, the applause was boisterous and Adam had to stand with everyone else to give him an ovation for the performance. As Kris made his way back to the table he and Adam locked eyes and Adam was barely able to breathe at the look in Kris’ eyes. “Kris,” Adam started as he got to the table only to be knocked over by Neil back into his seat.
“Johnny Blue bitches! Early Christmas gift to you all, don’t expect anything else. Kris you were fantastic! Now drink!” Neil held up the bottle and passed the glasses around, the moment between Adam and Kris broken.
Thursday was quiet for Adam as he recovered from the hangover of the night before. He lazed about in bed before dragging himself into the shower to clean off the drunk sweat from the night before. The water was blessedly hot and soothed the muscles that had tightened up from Adam’s motionless sleep and hangover pains. For a few minutes his brain was silent as he wallowed in the hot water that beat against his face and body and the steam that surrounded him. Adam hummed a few notes from a song before suddenly the full song came to him and he realized that he had been humming Falling Slowly. Memories from the night before crashed into him and suddenly the relaxing shower wasn’t relaxing anymore.
“Fuck,” Adam said loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles.
Kris had all but came out and said he was in love or falling in love or close to something like love with Adam via song last night. Hell, Daniel in his drunken stupor had said that Kris was in love with him. The rest of the night Kris had ended up always in Adam’s space and Adam had soaked it up like a sponge. The drinks that Neil had bought everyone just made it easier for Adam to lean back into Kris’ warmth and teasingly tug on his ears.
Adam had the distinct memory of Neil pulling him away from leaning in to kiss an unaware Kris. “Dude, no.”
He huffed at his brother, a drunk pout pushing his bottom lip out, “Why not? Neil, he’s...”
“Yes, I know,” Neil said, a soft frown turning the corners of his lips down. “But Adam, you are both drunk right now, and if something happened it would ruin it for both of you. Wait. Wait until you are both sober.”
He remembered muttering “Fine,” back at Neil before he turned away and pulled Kris and Daniel into hugs.
Now he had to reconcile the fact that he had spent a good portion of his adolescence and early adult life pining after one brother only to suddenly find himself wanting the other. Maybe not all that suddenly, a quiet voice in the back of his mind whispered as Adam finally pulled himself out of the shower and began to dry off. The suit he was going to wear the next evening for the gala was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, the steam working out wrinkles from it being packed.
After drying off Adam dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his mind caught in a loop as he tried to reconcile his feelings about Kris and Brad. He wandered out the door to his rooms onto the walkway that hung over the garage. The driveway and courtyard were full of caterers, florists, and last minute details being argued over. He leaned against the railing as he watched as a large winter display was carried in pieces to the large patio where the dancing was to happen on Friday evening. Heat lamps were being set up for when the night turned cool and Adam was reminded of the rooftop bars in LA where he and his friends would spend some evenings.
Homesickness hitting him hard, he pulled out his phone to send a quick text to Scarlett, “Missing you like crazy. How is my god-son doing?”
As he waiting for a reply Adam saw Brad limp out of the main house, Sean helping him to walk. Sean leaned down and kissed Brad’s temple, Brad’s eyes closing in obvious happiness and pleasure at the gesture. When he opened his eyes, the smile that he gave Sean made Adam’s heart give a lurch. And not of jealousy that the adoring look of love on Brad’s face wasn’t towards him, but that Adam knew in his heart of hearts that Brad truly loved Sean. The feeling of hurt that Adam expected to feel never came as he watched the two continue on their walk, all he felt was a contentment and happiness for Brad.
The forgotten phone in his hand buzzed with a new message, “Missing you too, love! And Riff says hi to his god-father!”
Adam stood at the fringes of the party watching the dancers spin around; the women looked like sparkling winter butterflies and the men in dark suits, their bow ties and waistcoats bringing bursts of color. The band was playing a jazz version of a Christmas carol and everyone had smiles on their faces, enjoying the moment of gaiety.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and as Adam fished it out Neil wandered over, for once dressed in a suit like all the other male party goers. “You’re not wishing you were up in your tree, pinning over yon Brad?” he motioned with a tilt of his head at Brad who was very carefully sitting, his eyes on Sean who was obviously telling a story by the way his hands moved.
“Nope, just enjoying watching everyone,” Adam said as he thumbed the screen awake on his phone. It was a picture of Danielle and Tommy together at Adam and his apartment; they were both making a face at the camera, the caption underneath saying “Merry All Inclusive Winter Holiday!”
He smiled and put his phone away, not replying back. “Have you seen Kris yet?”
Neil shook his head, “Not yet, but knowing him, he will be late. The boy has been putting in more hours getting the merger set up than is healthy.”
“Okay,” Adam gave Neil his full attention, “How serious is Kris about heading up Allen Enterprises? I mean, tell me straight, is this what he really wants to do?”
Neil forced his breath out between his teeth before he replied, “I don’t know. For the past three months he was been working himself like crazy but at the same time he will go off with his guitar at the drop of a hat and be gone for hours. He hasn’t told me much of anything recently, so I don’t know.”
“Maybe the holidays have him stressed. I just hope that he...” Adam broke off what he was saying, his eyes catching on Kris coming up the walkway. He was in a dark gray striped suit, black details trimming the lapels and collar. Adam barely noticed Neil muttering beside him as he walked towards Kris who was coming right to him as well.
“You look,” Kris took a breath as he looked Adam up and down, “you look amazing.”
Adam just had to grin, “Only half as amazing as you.” They both paused for a moment before sputtering in laughter. “I’m so sorry, that was such a horrible line, but you do look fantastic Kris.”
Kris blushed and ducked his head, “Thanks.”
The party goers all seemed to be just orbiting around them, almost as if they were in their own bubble of space. Adam held out his hand to Kris, “Dance with me?”
He felt guitar calloused fingers slip over his fingers before they grasped his hand. “Yes,” Kris murmured allowing Adam to pull him onto the dance floor.
For Adam, it felt like time slowed down and sped up at the same time. Everyone around them was going so fast, but he and Kris, they were moving through time at a slower pace, Adam reveling in every moment that Kris was in his arms. It was like they were made for one another, with a perfect spot between Adam’s shoulder and head just for Kris. He could feel Kris’ soft exhalations on the skin of his neck causing goose bumps to tingle across the back of his arms and making the hair on his neck stand on end. He just barely held back a shiver as Kris settled even more into his arms.
“You sang to me on Wednesday. No one has ever done that before,” Adam whispered to Kris as they danced.
“Really?” Kris asked, his head resting fully against Adam’s shoulder.
“Nope. You always end up doing things for me that no one else has. You saved me, you supported me just by being there, and now you’ve sung for me.” Adam looked up and grinned as he saw where their dancing was leading. Moving Kris into a soft turn he slowed them down to a barely moving sway. “Look up Kris.”
Kris fluttered his eyes open, Adam hadn’t even noticed that Kris had closed his eyes, and looked up, barely moving his head from Adam’s shoulder -- Adam could have sworn that the skin of his shoulder was burning hot under his suit from the heat of Kris’ skin. Kris turned pink, the flush starting in his cheeks before spreading down his neck and under his shirt, when he saw the mistletoe that they were now standing under.
Adam put just a little bit of distance between their bodies, forcing Kris to move his head off of Adam shoulder. With a gentle finger under Kris’ chin, he lifted his face up so that Adam could meet his lips in a kiss. As their lips touched, Adam gave a sharp inhale and the softness and how right it felt. The hand that had been under Kris’ chin moved back to grip his neck as the other slid under Kris’ jacket to clench at his waist. Kris’ own hands came up, framing Adam’s face as both their mouths opened, their kiss slowly deepening. Using the tip of his tongue, Adam caressed the seam of Kris’ lips, asking for entry into his mouth. More a rumble from his chest than a full groan heralded Kris opening his mouth to welcome Adam’s tongue.
Kris tasted like crisp, clean water, tart grapefruit, and something that was just uniquely Kris; Adam couldn’t get enough of the tastes. But he also had enough presence of mind to realize that where they were was not the place to be making out like teenagers. He pulled back from Kris’ mouth, both of them panting for air, “Come upstairs with me.”
He waited, anxiety bleeding into his face as Kris looked into his eyes while biting softly at his bottom lip. Adam very nearly leaned back in to nip at the lip when Kris gave a startled chuckle before answering, “Yes.”
Honestly, all that Adam remembered of their walk back to Adam’s rooms was Neil giving them an enthusiastic thumbs up and Brad smiling after them. Once they reached his rooms buttons had been undone, ties were hanging loose around necks, and Adam was pushing Kris’ jacket down off of his shoulders. He skimmed his hands from shoulder to wrist, gripping the fine boned joints and bringing Kris hands up to kiss at his fingertips and palms. Kris moaned and shook Adam’s hands from his wrists as he began to mutter “Off, off!” when he started pushing at Adam’s own jacket.
By the time they tumbled onto Adam’s bed they were frantically kissing and both were without socks and shoes, jackets, and Kris was without his pants. His shirt was caught around his wrists, making him break away from Adam’s lips with a bit back growl of frustration as he pulled off cufflinks and tossed the shirt away. Kris stopped once the shirt was gone and just stared at Adam who was staring right back.
“God,” Kris murmured, “You are amazing.” Adam flushed at the compliment and took the time to unbutton his own shirt and toss it away from the bed. He watched as Kris’ mouth dropped open and his eyelids slip almost closed as he looked up and down Adam’s body. Kris’ open perusal and desire was reflected in his eyes and the growing bulge at the front of his slacks. Adam’s own pants strained at the zipper from his erection.
There was another flurry of movement as Adam and Kris collided in a kiss again, both working to remove one another’s pants. With a laugh, Adam knocked Kris’ fumbling hands aside to work the zipper of his pants down and then Kris’. Kris kissed across Adam’s shoulders before he lay back on the bed, lifting his hips to work his slacks down. He hesitated for a moment before he reached up and drew his boxers down to his ankles, kicking them off with a flick of a foot. Adam watched as Kris’ blush spread across his chest as Adam looked him up and down.
“You are beautiful Kris,” Adam said as he leaned down to kiss a pert nipple. A moan escaped Kris’ lips as Adam dragged his tongue across the tight bud. Adam stroked his hands down Kris’ sides as he laved first one nipple and then the other. His fingers traced the ridges made by muscles and dipped into the indentation of Kris’ bellybutton, teasing the sensitive skin before moving down, both hands gripping at Kris’ hips. Tightening his grip on them, Adam dragged his tongue down the center of Kris’ chest and abdomen until his chin bumped into Kris’ erect cock. He felt the wet tip slip against his skin as he continued to lick at Kris.
Kris thrashed his head back and forth against the bedding, making no effort to stifle the moans leaving his lips. His hands flailed for a moment before they landed in Adam’s thick hair, fingers wrapping in the dark strands and gripping just enough to give Adam a thrill. The insistent hands began to try to push Adam downward, Kris whining when Adam didn’t move at the pushes.
“Please, Adam,” he moaned. “Please suck me.”
Adam grinned and nipped at the skin under his lips, “My pleasure.” His hands slid down to Kris’ thighs, gently pushing them open so he could settle between them comfortably. Once settled he brought one hand up to take hold of Kris who was hot and firm in his hand. Pre-come was beading at the tip of Kris’ erection, lines of the slick fluid already helping to smooth Adam’s way. He ran the thumb of his hand over the tip, smearing the liquid and making Kris moan at the motion. Slowly Adam lowered his head to Kris’ groin and just smelled the thick musk of Kris’ sex and arousal, it was intoxicating.
He was so caught up in inhaling the scent that he almost missed Kris’ pleading moans. “Adam, please! Please!”
Looking up he saw Kris’ lust blown eyes looking down at him, his stomach muscles trembling as he worked to hold himself up. Quirking a quick grin up at him, Adam bent his head and engulfed the cock in his hand. As he began to run his tongue over the thick vein on the underside he felt Kris collapse back, the hands in his hair tightening for a moment, the sting making his eyes water, before they flew up. He glanced up and saw that Kris was gripping at his own hair as Adam began to bob up and down on the cock in his mouth. When his lips touched his hand, he pulled it away to start stroking over Kris’ balls as the other hand gripped Kris’ hip tightly, keeping him anchored down.
Kris was shuddering underneath him, keening cries escaping his mouth as Adam relaxed his throat and swallowed Kris all the way down. Adam swallowed Kris one more time before he pulled off of Kris and moved up the bed to kiss his bite swollen lips. Clutching hands gripped at his shoulders, the blunt fingertips digging in, as Adam felt Kris wrap his legs around Adam’s hips, bringing his groin flush with Adam’s.
Gasping Kris pulled back from the kiss, “You’re still wearing pants!”
Adam couldn’t help but chuckle at the indignant tone. “Easily fixed,” he said as his leaned up a bit, and wriggled his slacks and briefs down with the help of Kris’ feet.
Both moaned when their naked flesh rubbed against one another, Adam rutting down against Kris who just moaned and arched his back at the pleasure. Adam thrust down a few more times, their sweat and pre-come making the glide of their cocks against one another smooth and slick.
“Kris,” Adam moaned and kissed the hinge of Kris’ jaw, “I want to fuck you.”
He felt Kris shudder beneath him, his whole body quivering before suddenly going lax. “Yes,” Kris said, his voice husky and tight with arousal.
With another kiss against Kris’ jaw, Adam leaned over and fumbled at the drawer to his bedside table. Pulling out the lube and strip of condoms he slid it closed again and propped himself up between Kris’ legs. “How do you want to be, baby? On your back or on your belly?”
Kris looked at Adam, his eyes darting up and down as he thought, “I want to see you.” His hand came up and caressed the side of Adam’s face. Adam turned into the touch as Kris spoke again, “I want to watch you when you come inside me.”
Adam bit at the hand touching his face as he groaned, “Baby, you keep saying stuff like that and I’m not going to make it inside you before I come.” Kris just grinned, obviously pleased with himself.
Laughing, Adam kissed Kris’ hand before he sat up more, Kris’ hand falling down beside his body as Adam moved back, dropping the supplies within easy reach. He then gripped Kris’ thighs and pushed them back, bending Kris so that Adam could open him up. Kris brought his hands forward to grip at the backs of his thighs, helping Adam to keep him open. Adam smiled at Kris before he reached over and picked up the lube again, quickly flicking the top open to dribble some of the slick fluid right down Kris’ cleft and also onto his fingers.
He closed the top again before he began to rub two fingers around Kris’ opening, warming the muscles and the lube before he dipped just the tip of one finger inside of Kris. Kris gave a soft moan as Adam slowly began to sink the one finger into him. He was hot and tight inside, the muscles rippling around Adam’s finger. Pulling the digit back, Adam began to thrust it in and out of Kris, slowly opening him before he added another. Kris tightened against him briefly before he relaxed against the two fingers sliding into him.
“You are doing so well Kris,” Adam crooned. “Fuck, you are so hot inside, so tight. I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you.” He scissored his fingers apart, stretching the tight muscles before he pulled his fingers back and fumbled with the lube again. With a huff he poured a puddle onto Kris’ belly, Kris’ stomach sucking in at the cool temperature with a gasp. Adam ran three fingers through the puddle before bringing them back to Kris’ ass and teasing them inside of him.
Kris gasped at the push of the three fingers before he began to push back against them, forcing them inside even faster. As Adam began to thrust into him Kris began to rock back, fucking himself on Adam’s fingers. “Oh god, Adam!” Kris cried out. “Oh, fuck... I’m ready, I’m ready, fuck!”
Adam pulled his fingers from Kris’ body, a groan leaving Kris’ lips as he did so, and had to stop for a moment using his clean hand to grip at his cock to keep himself from coming as he watched Kris’ ass try to close against nothing. Once he was pulled back from the brink, Adam wiped his lube covered hand with the corner of the sheet and grabbed at the strip of condoms before tearing one open with fumbling fingers. Quickly, he rolled the condom down over himself and groaned. He looked up and watched Kris follow his fingers as he stroked his hand up and down himself a few times.
Kris licked his lips before he looked up and saw that Adam had been watching him. Adam would have thought that Kris would have blushed at being caught staring, but Kris just gave a soft grin before he let go of his right thigh to run the fingers of his right hand through the lube on his stomach. He sat up and reached for Adam’s erection, running lube slick fingers over the latex covered flesh. With a wicked grin Kris ran his fingers down the straining flesh to tease at Adam’s tight balls.
“Oh god, Kris!” Adam cried with an incredulous laugh as he knocked Kris’ hand away and moved up into the vee of Kris’ thighs.
The bright smile that crossed Kris’ face made Adam smile right back at him. “Come on, Adam, I’m ready,” Kris said, letting his left leg go to wrap his legs back around Adam, Adam helping him get them situated before he ran a hand over Kris’ hip.
Taking his own cock in hand, Adam teased Kris’ opening with the tip before he began to slowly push inside. Kris tossed his head back in a sharp motion, his thighs quivering against Adam’s waist as the thick length of Adam pushed inside of him. Adam could feel Kris’ inner muscles ripple around him as he paused, only an inch or so inside of Kris. He ran a hand up and down the center of Kris’ chest, “Let me know when you are ready.”
Kris breathed deeply for a few seconds before he groaned, his body slowly relaxing against Adam’s again. “You are huge. Shit,” he gasped as his relaxing muscles let Adam sink in a little bit more. “Okay, okay... I’m ready.”
Adam nodded absently before he pushed all the way inside of Kris, not pausing until he was flush against him. Kris was keening underneath him, his cock red and straining, his stomach now covered in his own pre-come from his leaking cock. Adam took a quick breath before he tightly gripped both of Kris’ hips in his hands before he began to slide back. Not even halfway out he thrust sharply back into Kris, the motion making Kris shout. Kris’ hands flew up to grab at Adam’s shoulders, as Adam began a harsh, deep rhythm inside of Kris. Swiveling his hips, Adam changed the angle of his thrusts and knew he had hit Kris’ prostate when the younger man’s back bowed into an arch, his body moving back into Adam’s thrusts.
Each thrust was kept at that angle to hit Kris’ sweet spot, making him cry out in pleasure and writhe against Adam. All of Kris’ inhibitions seemed to disappear as Adam continued to pound into him, his thrusts becoming harder and harder as Kris continued to moan and shake. Still thrusting deeply into Kris, Adam leaned forward and caught Kris’ lips in a messy kiss. They were panting against each other’s mouths, Adam’s sweat dripping off of his face and on to Kris. Kris tightened his thighs around Adam and moaned.
“Adam, please. Please!” Kris moaned and shook as Adam slowed his thrusts down to a less frantic pace.
“Oh baby,” Adam said, licking into Kris’ mouth, tongue chasing Kris’ for a moment before he pulled back. “You feel so good inside. I could stay inside you for hours. For days.”
“Adam!” Kris shouted, his eyes screwing closed in pleasure.
Husking out a laugh, Adam began to move sharply inside of Kris again, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. He let go of Kris’ left hip to snake his right hand between their bodies to wrap around Kris’ leaking cock. Kris shuddered as Adam began to stroke Kris in time with his thrusts inside of him. It didn’t take but a few more deep thrusts of Adam’s hips and strokes of his hand over Kris’ cock before Kris froze, his body arching in pleasure as he came in hot spurts over Adam’s hand and onto his stomach and chest. His body stayed arched in pleasure as Adam continued to thrust into him, his inner muscles milking Adam’s cock as he worked him through his orgasm. When the last of his come dribbled out, Kris’ body collapsed back down onto the bed.
The hand sticky with come left Kris’ cock to grip his hip again as Adam tilted his lax body and began a harsh rhythm into the spent man. Kris blinked bleary eyes up at Adam and moaned as his body was jarred with the thrusting. He raised a trembling and weak hand to touch the side of Adam’s face but gave a sharp moan as Adam thrust into him again and again. Adam knew he was hitting Kris’ sensitive prostate and he felt a sharp satisfaction as he saw Kris’ spent cock twitch with each thrust.
“Adam,” Kris cried out, his body trembling in what Adam knew had to be pained pleasure. With a final thrust and groan Adam felt himself lose control and begin to come in spine tingling bursts. His thrusts tapered off before finally stopping, his whole body shaking in the aftermath.
Adam bussed a soft kiss against Kris’ temple, the exhausted man barely giving a grumble as Adam reached down, holding the base of the condom, and slid out of his body. He quickly pulled the come filled condom from his softening erection and tied it off, tossing it into the trash beside the bed. Slipping from the bed, Adam went into the bathroom and ran the water in the sink to warm as he went in search of a clean washcloth. He wet his own washcloth and quickly wiped himself down with the lukewarm water, cleaning the lube and come from his body. By the time he had finished cleaning himself the water was warm, almost hot, and he tossed his washcloth into the shower before picking up the clean one and running it under the water. Squeezing out the excess water, he turned the faucet off and came back to the bed where Kris was splayed out.
Gently he ran the washcloth over Kris’s skin, starting with his face, bathing his forehead before moving down his chest, cleaning the soft skin of sweat, lube, and come. Kris arched into the movement of the cloth as Adam cleaned him. When Adam ran the cloth over his cock and balls he moaned and shifted slightly away. Adam chuckled before he moved the cloth to wipe over Kris’ thighs and then his opening, those motions Kris actually moved into with a moan, the ministrations obviously feeling good.
Tossing the soiled washcloth towards the bathroom, Adam turned off the lights in the room before getting into the bed and pulling the covers over him and Kris. Adam gathered Kris into his arms, spooning in behind him, his arm tight around Kris chest and legs tangled together. He sighed and let his eyes drift closed as he kissed the nape of Kris’ neck, sleep tugging at him.
Adam was almost asleep when he heard a soft whisper from Kris, “I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you, but you only ever saw Brad. Now you see me and I wish it was because you weren’t settling on the closest thing to what you have always wanted but couldn’t have.” After the declaration Kris sank even farther into relaxation and sleep. It took Adam much longer to relax again into sleep.
When Adam woke the next morning though, it was to his phone ringing with Tommy’s ringtone and Kris gone. The only real indication that he had been there was a piece of paper with a heart scribbled on it and left on the pillow next to Adam.
Katy wasn’t at her desk when Adam arrived at Kris’ office. He had quickly showered and dressed once he realized Kris was gone from his bed, and began to search for him. The main house was quiet as he searched, most people still in bed recovering from the night before -- Adam could even hear a few pained moans from the hangovers, plus one that was definitely not from pain. That one had come from Brad’s room and it only made him smile. With Kris not in the main house or anywhere on the grounds that Adam could think of, he made his way into the city.
Acting bolder than he felt, Adam pushed open the doors to Kris’s office, “Kris? Are you here?” The office was just as empty as the rest of the building, Saturday after Christmas as it was. Nothing was different or out of place from the last time Adam had visited the office.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he slumped down onto the couch. As he rubbed his has hands over his face, breath escaping harshly, he saw an envelope on the low table in front of the couch. “You’re new,” he said while sitting up and reaching for the envelope.
It was a plane ticket. One way, Dallas to LA, in Brad’s name and he just knew that Kris was trying to do something stupid.
“He’s been in love with you since he was sixteen and just figuring out that boys were pretty too,” Katy said from the doorway.
Adam gave a self-deprecating laugh, “So I’m learning.” He turned to look up at her, “Where is he?”
Katy moved into the room and sat down next to Adam, her hand plucking the ticket out of his hands. As she turned it over, playing with the flap to the envelope, she began to talk. “We dated for a bit, you know?” Adam only shook his head in reply and Katy laughed softly, “It was in high school, just before his dad and Sandra got married. When he moved out here we tried staying together, tried long distance, but we weren’t even 16. It wasn’t going to really work, and by then, he had met you.
“Whenever we talked, you were all he could talk about. I mean, it really was Adam this and Adam that. Adam said this, Adam did that.” She smiled at him, “You are kinda hard to compete with.” At his wide eyed look, Katy reached out and laid her hand over top his, “Adam, he even went out to LA to see you perform when Neil told him about your shows.”
“Yeah,” Adam said, “I know. He said he came to one.”
Katy laugh, “One? More like fifteen! He would make any excuse he could to fly out to LA, as long as it was during a weekend you were performing.”
They sat in silence for a moment as Adam absorbed what Katy had told him. Kris really did love him, enough to try and give him something that he didn’t want anymore. And if Adam was being honest with himself, probably never really did want. Brad had become the unattainable goal, something to strive for, even if he knew that he never actually wanted it to happen. Because, if Adam really did want Brad, he would have never kissed Kris that first night back. He would have never kept Kris’ letter and read it every moment he knew he needed to know someone cared. All the boys, they would have been measured against Brad, but in the end, they were really measured against Kris. And oh, did they ever come up wanting.
“Katy,” Adam squeezed her fingers, “I need you to change the name on this ticket.” He flicked the ticket in her other hand. “It’s time for me to go after what I actually want.”
She grinned up at him and pulled him into a hug, “On it. Oh, and try the lily pond, it is a favorite place of his.”
“You know,” Adam said as he saw Kris sitting at the edge of the lily pond, fingers dipping in the water, “Your secretary is a pistol.”
Kris laughed as he drew himself up to stand. “Yeah, but you have to love her.”
Adam nodded, “Yeah, you kinda do.”
They stood facing each other before Adam’s face broke into a soft smile. He reached his hand out and took Kris’ in his own, “Hi.”
“Hi,” Kris squeezed Adam’s fingers.
With a soft tug, Adam pulled Kris towards the bench, “Sit with me for a bit. We didn’t get to talk this morning.”
As they sat, Kris rubbed his free hand over the back of his head, “I’m sorry about that. I had some last minute details that came up.”
“That!” Adam exclaimed, “That is one of the things we need to talk about, Kris! You working so much and doing something that you really don’t love. You should be making music and not tied to the machine that is Allen Enterprises. Kris,” Adam practically whined, “You should be in LA. With me.”
“I know,” Kris said, a sheepish smile crossing his face.
Adam looked startled, “You... you know?” He blinked, confusion clear on his face, “How...I mean... what?”
“Well,” Kris started while letting his fingers play with the rings on the hand Adam had wrapped around his. “Well, so... After that lunch we had, the one where we got Ethiopian... I, uh, I realized that you were right. I mean, I already knew that I wasn’t happy where I was and that I wanted to be making music instead, but I had gotten so caught up in thinking that I had to be the one to take over. And well, it got me thinking---What if Daniel actually did want to do something and me just jumping in and over him never gave him the chance?
“So, I asked. And would you believe it, he actually wants to do it? He wants to help Dad run Allen Enterprises. All this time,” Kris shook his head ruefully, “if he had just spoken up... I wasted so much time Adam, trying to be something I wasn’t.” Kris was quiet for a moment before he shook his head to clear his thoughts, “Anyway, I’ve been spending the last few days transferring everything over to Daniel and getting him ready to pick up where I left off. He actually has some really great ideas that will really grow the company.”
Adam smiled at Kris, “What do you plan on doing?”
A blush spread across Kris’ face. “Well, I’m hoping I can do one thing, but it kinda depends on you.”
The blush brought back memories from the night before and Adam could feel himself hardening at the thoughts. “What about me?” Adam asked, his voice dropping to the bottom of his register.
Kris’ face turned a darker red, “Adam...” He turned his face down, looking away from Adam.
Adam lifted his free hand and crooked his finger underneath Kris’ chin, bringing his face back up to look at him. “Does it depend on me loving you, because I already do. I have for a while now, I just hadn’t realized it yet.”
Tears began to fill Kris’ brown eyes, “You do?”
“Yeah,” Adam said, his thumb coming up to rub a tear that had escaped down Kris’ cheek away, “I really do. Come to LA with me. Katy is-”
“Has changed the ticket to my name,” Kris interrupted. “She called me.”
Adam had to laugh, “Of course she did. That girl loves you a lot.” He looked at Kris, his thumb still stroking across his cheek. “So, you’ll come?”
“Yes, I’ll come to LA with you,” Kris said, his face shining with happiness.
The kiss the two of them shared was sweet and rather chaste, but for all the passion that they obviously had for one another, neither of them needed for it to be anything more than what it was. A declaration.
“I love you, too,” Kris whispered against Adam’s lips as they held one another. Adam smiled into the kiss and pulled Kris tighter to him.
Epilogue, 2009, New Year’s Eve
“Okay,” Adam shouted over the loud music the club was playing, “Introductions! Kris, before you we have Terrance, Sasha, Ashley, Alisan, Lee, Sutan, Scarlett, Tommy, and Danielle. The last two you met at the apartment. Everyone, this is Kris, my boyfriend! Play nice with him, I don’t want him broken.”
Everyone laughed and began to talk. Kris was quickly pulled into a conversation with Tommy about music as Adam was drawn into a debate between Alisan and Danielle about something he didn’t really want to know about. Ashley soon came over to Kris and Tommy, adding a few comments here and there about specific guitars that they were debating over.
Since Christmas, Kris had been working on fully transferring everything he was doing to Daniel and a few other managers until Daniel could take the full load. Daniel was picking up on things really quickly when Kris and Adam had to fly to LA. Kris wasn’t moving out there right away, but he was staying for a few weeks to start looking for a job and to begin shopping his demos around. That and it was a chance for him to spend time with Adam and for Adam to show him his LA.
Kris had been packing his bags back in Dallas when a soft knock had interrupted his folding. When he looked up he saw his step-brother hovering in the doorway. The raised brow he gave Brad made the other man snort and flounce in the room and sit on the edge of the bed, making the suitcase on it wobble.
Brad took a shirt from the pile and began to fold it, “Did you ever wonder why I never made a move on Adam that summer when I always knew he was interested?”
The shirt that Kris had been folding was put down as he turned to look at Brad fully, “I never really thought about it. I guess I thought you weren’t interested in him.”
“Oh, I would have dated him in a heartbeat, even before he changed his look,” Brad said, unfolding and refolding the shirt.
“Then why didn’t you?” Kris asked, his heart beating faster.
“Because,” Brad said, the shirt dropping as he turned and looked at Kris, “Because I saw the look on your face when you first met him and every other time you saw or talked to him over that summer. I had been thinking about asking him out, but then I knew it would never be close to what you and he would have. Kris, you two are perfect for one another. But that doesn’t mean I won’t beat one of you up if either of you guys hurt the other.” At Kris’ incredulous look he sighed, “Fine, I’ll get Sean to beat on you!”
Kris laughed and threw his arms around his step-brother, Brad returning the hug just a fiercely. “You are an awesome brother.”
Brad gave a watery laugh, “And don’t you forget it! Now, let’s get you packed!”
The festivities at Freddies were raucous and loud, Kris had to escape outside to the back patio close to midnight, his ears ringing. He leaned against the railing and took a deep breath of air, calming his mind from the stimulation of the party. Familiar warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him against a firm chest.
“I thought I had lost you,” Adam said quietly in his ear as he nuzzled against the sensitive skin.
“Nope,” Kris said as he brought his hands up to grip Adam’s forearms, “Just trying to not kill my ears.”
They stayed quietly wrapped together for a while when the countdown inside began. Neither moved as the partiers got louder and louder with their shouting. When they reached one and began shouting “Happy New Year!” Adam just pulled Kris tighter against him.
“Happy New Year, Adam,” Kris said, tilting his head back to look up at him.
Adam smiled down at Kris and leaned forward, laying a lingering kiss on Kris’ lips, “Happy New year, baby."
Master Post| Part One| Part Two|Part Three
Fandom: American Idol S8
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Genre: Romance Movie AU
Word Count: 22,918
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Strong Sexual Content
Master Post| Part One| Part Two|Part Three
“Oh god, I think my ears are bleeding,” Neil whined as he thumped the beers in his hand onto the table. He sat down hard next to Adam, the older brother taking one of the beers while laughing. “No, seriously Adam, my ears are bleeding and it is all because of your brother!” Neil turned and pointed at Kris who held his hands up in surrender.
“Hey, don’t blame me for Daniel’s inability to carry a tune during karaoke. Normally he’s okay, but actually give him a mic and a monitor and he fails.” Kris winced as Daniel hit a sour note, “Fails hardcore.”
Adam laughed and shook his head, “Neil, you have no room to complain about Daniel’s singing when I know while you may rock a piano, you can’t carry a tune in a bucket.”
Kris and Adam laughed at the put upon look on Neil’s face as Daniel took his final bows and came back to the table. He grabbed the remaining beer and sat next to Kris, “So, Adam, when are you going to go up and sing for us? I keep hearing from Kris about how amazing you are. Especially doing that One Republic song.”
“Wait, what?” Adam asked, his beer hitting the table with a thud as he sat forward. “Kris, you saw me out in LA?”
“Um,” Kris took a quick sip of beer in an obvious stall. “I was out there for my dad and well, Neil told me about your regular show so I stopped in and well… You are amazing!” He grinned up at Adam, “Seriously man, you deserve that fucking contract.”
“Contract?” Neil shouted. “Contract! You have a recording contract?” At Adam’s nod his hands flew up in the air in a flail, “Holy shit! This calls for good booze, none of this four dollar shit! Kris, it’s your turn, go woo the crowd with your skills while I got get us something to drink!”
With a shrug Kris stood at the same time the Neil did, “I guess I’m up!” He smiled at Adam, a bit shyly, before he made his way up to the stage.
“You know, he’s had a crush on you since forever,” Daniel said as he finished off his beer and started on the one Kris had left on the table.
Adam sputtered, the sip he was taking making a valiant effort to come out his nose. “What?”
“Yeah,” Daniel belched, ignoring Adam’s wince. “He’s been kinda in love with you since that first summer after Dad married Sandra and moved us out here. But it didn’t really start being obvious until after he came back from that trip to LA and heard you sing. It was like you hung the moon and stars for him. And fuck, I’m drunk. Please don’t tell Kris that I told you that he likes you! How did I get so drunk already?”
Adam tuned out Daniel’s mutterings because by that time Kris had finally made his way onto the stage and was standing a bit shyly at the mic. “Hey everyone. I’m going to be singing Falling Slowly from the movie Once.”
The memories Adam had of Kris singing really paled in comparison to the man singing in front of him then. Sure, his mouth was crooked and he strained for the high notes, but fuck, if he wasn’t living, breathing, musical porn on stage. He had a husky tone on the bottom with top notes that were plaintive and clear. God, Adam just wanted to bite at his neck, the tendons and veins prominent as he performed. And oh god, Adam realized while watching Kris, his brown eyes flickering at Adam every few lines, he was singing to him. He was singing a love song, a song about falling in love, to Adam.
When Kris finished, the applause was boisterous and Adam had to stand with everyone else to give him an ovation for the performance. As Kris made his way back to the table he and Adam locked eyes and Adam was barely able to breathe at the look in Kris’ eyes. “Kris,” Adam started as he got to the table only to be knocked over by Neil back into his seat.
“Johnny Blue bitches! Early Christmas gift to you all, don’t expect anything else. Kris you were fantastic! Now drink!” Neil held up the bottle and passed the glasses around, the moment between Adam and Kris broken.
Thursday was quiet for Adam as he recovered from the hangover of the night before. He lazed about in bed before dragging himself into the shower to clean off the drunk sweat from the night before. The water was blessedly hot and soothed the muscles that had tightened up from Adam’s motionless sleep and hangover pains. For a few minutes his brain was silent as he wallowed in the hot water that beat against his face and body and the steam that surrounded him. Adam hummed a few notes from a song before suddenly the full song came to him and he realized that he had been humming Falling Slowly. Memories from the night before crashed into him and suddenly the relaxing shower wasn’t relaxing anymore.
“Fuck,” Adam said loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles.
Kris had all but came out and said he was in love or falling in love or close to something like love with Adam via song last night. Hell, Daniel in his drunken stupor had said that Kris was in love with him. The rest of the night Kris had ended up always in Adam’s space and Adam had soaked it up like a sponge. The drinks that Neil had bought everyone just made it easier for Adam to lean back into Kris’ warmth and teasingly tug on his ears.
Adam had the distinct memory of Neil pulling him away from leaning in to kiss an unaware Kris. “Dude, no.”
He huffed at his brother, a drunk pout pushing his bottom lip out, “Why not? Neil, he’s...”
“Yes, I know,” Neil said, a soft frown turning the corners of his lips down. “But Adam, you are both drunk right now, and if something happened it would ruin it for both of you. Wait. Wait until you are both sober.”
He remembered muttering “Fine,” back at Neil before he turned away and pulled Kris and Daniel into hugs.
Now he had to reconcile the fact that he had spent a good portion of his adolescence and early adult life pining after one brother only to suddenly find himself wanting the other. Maybe not all that suddenly, a quiet voice in the back of his mind whispered as Adam finally pulled himself out of the shower and began to dry off. The suit he was going to wear the next evening for the gala was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, the steam working out wrinkles from it being packed.
After drying off Adam dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his mind caught in a loop as he tried to reconcile his feelings about Kris and Brad. He wandered out the door to his rooms onto the walkway that hung over the garage. The driveway and courtyard were full of caterers, florists, and last minute details being argued over. He leaned against the railing as he watched as a large winter display was carried in pieces to the large patio where the dancing was to happen on Friday evening. Heat lamps were being set up for when the night turned cool and Adam was reminded of the rooftop bars in LA where he and his friends would spend some evenings.
Homesickness hitting him hard, he pulled out his phone to send a quick text to Scarlett, “Missing you like crazy. How is my god-son doing?”
As he waiting for a reply Adam saw Brad limp out of the main house, Sean helping him to walk. Sean leaned down and kissed Brad’s temple, Brad’s eyes closing in obvious happiness and pleasure at the gesture. When he opened his eyes, the smile that he gave Sean made Adam’s heart give a lurch. And not of jealousy that the adoring look of love on Brad’s face wasn’t towards him, but that Adam knew in his heart of hearts that Brad truly loved Sean. The feeling of hurt that Adam expected to feel never came as he watched the two continue on their walk, all he felt was a contentment and happiness for Brad.
The forgotten phone in his hand buzzed with a new message, “Missing you too, love! And Riff says hi to his god-father!”
Adam stood at the fringes of the party watching the dancers spin around; the women looked like sparkling winter butterflies and the men in dark suits, their bow ties and waistcoats bringing bursts of color. The band was playing a jazz version of a Christmas carol and everyone had smiles on their faces, enjoying the moment of gaiety.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and as Adam fished it out Neil wandered over, for once dressed in a suit like all the other male party goers. “You’re not wishing you were up in your tree, pinning over yon Brad?” he motioned with a tilt of his head at Brad who was very carefully sitting, his eyes on Sean who was obviously telling a story by the way his hands moved.
“Nope, just enjoying watching everyone,” Adam said as he thumbed the screen awake on his phone. It was a picture of Danielle and Tommy together at Adam and his apartment; they were both making a face at the camera, the caption underneath saying “Merry All Inclusive Winter Holiday!”
He smiled and put his phone away, not replying back. “Have you seen Kris yet?”
Neil shook his head, “Not yet, but knowing him, he will be late. The boy has been putting in more hours getting the merger set up than is healthy.”
“Okay,” Adam gave Neil his full attention, “How serious is Kris about heading up Allen Enterprises? I mean, tell me straight, is this what he really wants to do?”
Neil forced his breath out between his teeth before he replied, “I don’t know. For the past three months he was been working himself like crazy but at the same time he will go off with his guitar at the drop of a hat and be gone for hours. He hasn’t told me much of anything recently, so I don’t know.”
“Maybe the holidays have him stressed. I just hope that he...” Adam broke off what he was saying, his eyes catching on Kris coming up the walkway. He was in a dark gray striped suit, black details trimming the lapels and collar. Adam barely noticed Neil muttering beside him as he walked towards Kris who was coming right to him as well.
“You look,” Kris took a breath as he looked Adam up and down, “you look amazing.”
Adam just had to grin, “Only half as amazing as you.” They both paused for a moment before sputtering in laughter. “I’m so sorry, that was such a horrible line, but you do look fantastic Kris.”
Kris blushed and ducked his head, “Thanks.”
The party goers all seemed to be just orbiting around them, almost as if they were in their own bubble of space. Adam held out his hand to Kris, “Dance with me?”
He felt guitar calloused fingers slip over his fingers before they grasped his hand. “Yes,” Kris murmured allowing Adam to pull him onto the dance floor.
For Adam, it felt like time slowed down and sped up at the same time. Everyone around them was going so fast, but he and Kris, they were moving through time at a slower pace, Adam reveling in every moment that Kris was in his arms. It was like they were made for one another, with a perfect spot between Adam’s shoulder and head just for Kris. He could feel Kris’ soft exhalations on the skin of his neck causing goose bumps to tingle across the back of his arms and making the hair on his neck stand on end. He just barely held back a shiver as Kris settled even more into his arms.
“You sang to me on Wednesday. No one has ever done that before,” Adam whispered to Kris as they danced.
“Really?” Kris asked, his head resting fully against Adam’s shoulder.
“Nope. You always end up doing things for me that no one else has. You saved me, you supported me just by being there, and now you’ve sung for me.” Adam looked up and grinned as he saw where their dancing was leading. Moving Kris into a soft turn he slowed them down to a barely moving sway. “Look up Kris.”
Kris fluttered his eyes open, Adam hadn’t even noticed that Kris had closed his eyes, and looked up, barely moving his head from Adam’s shoulder -- Adam could have sworn that the skin of his shoulder was burning hot under his suit from the heat of Kris’ skin. Kris turned pink, the flush starting in his cheeks before spreading down his neck and under his shirt, when he saw the mistletoe that they were now standing under.
Adam put just a little bit of distance between their bodies, forcing Kris to move his head off of Adam shoulder. With a gentle finger under Kris’ chin, he lifted his face up so that Adam could meet his lips in a kiss. As their lips touched, Adam gave a sharp inhale and the softness and how right it felt. The hand that had been under Kris’ chin moved back to grip his neck as the other slid under Kris’ jacket to clench at his waist. Kris’ own hands came up, framing Adam’s face as both their mouths opened, their kiss slowly deepening. Using the tip of his tongue, Adam caressed the seam of Kris’ lips, asking for entry into his mouth. More a rumble from his chest than a full groan heralded Kris opening his mouth to welcome Adam’s tongue.
Kris tasted like crisp, clean water, tart grapefruit, and something that was just uniquely Kris; Adam couldn’t get enough of the tastes. But he also had enough presence of mind to realize that where they were was not the place to be making out like teenagers. He pulled back from Kris’ mouth, both of them panting for air, “Come upstairs with me.”
He waited, anxiety bleeding into his face as Kris looked into his eyes while biting softly at his bottom lip. Adam very nearly leaned back in to nip at the lip when Kris gave a startled chuckle before answering, “Yes.”
Honestly, all that Adam remembered of their walk back to Adam’s rooms was Neil giving them an enthusiastic thumbs up and Brad smiling after them. Once they reached his rooms buttons had been undone, ties were hanging loose around necks, and Adam was pushing Kris’ jacket down off of his shoulders. He skimmed his hands from shoulder to wrist, gripping the fine boned joints and bringing Kris hands up to kiss at his fingertips and palms. Kris moaned and shook Adam’s hands from his wrists as he began to mutter “Off, off!” when he started pushing at Adam’s own jacket.
By the time they tumbled onto Adam’s bed they were frantically kissing and both were without socks and shoes, jackets, and Kris was without his pants. His shirt was caught around his wrists, making him break away from Adam’s lips with a bit back growl of frustration as he pulled off cufflinks and tossed the shirt away. Kris stopped once the shirt was gone and just stared at Adam who was staring right back.
“God,” Kris murmured, “You are amazing.” Adam flushed at the compliment and took the time to unbutton his own shirt and toss it away from the bed. He watched as Kris’ mouth dropped open and his eyelids slip almost closed as he looked up and down Adam’s body. Kris’ open perusal and desire was reflected in his eyes and the growing bulge at the front of his slacks. Adam’s own pants strained at the zipper from his erection.
There was another flurry of movement as Adam and Kris collided in a kiss again, both working to remove one another’s pants. With a laugh, Adam knocked Kris’ fumbling hands aside to work the zipper of his pants down and then Kris’. Kris kissed across Adam’s shoulders before he lay back on the bed, lifting his hips to work his slacks down. He hesitated for a moment before he reached up and drew his boxers down to his ankles, kicking them off with a flick of a foot. Adam watched as Kris’ blush spread across his chest as Adam looked him up and down.
“You are beautiful Kris,” Adam said as he leaned down to kiss a pert nipple. A moan escaped Kris’ lips as Adam dragged his tongue across the tight bud. Adam stroked his hands down Kris’ sides as he laved first one nipple and then the other. His fingers traced the ridges made by muscles and dipped into the indentation of Kris’ bellybutton, teasing the sensitive skin before moving down, both hands gripping at Kris’ hips. Tightening his grip on them, Adam dragged his tongue down the center of Kris’ chest and abdomen until his chin bumped into Kris’ erect cock. He felt the wet tip slip against his skin as he continued to lick at Kris.
Kris thrashed his head back and forth against the bedding, making no effort to stifle the moans leaving his lips. His hands flailed for a moment before they landed in Adam’s thick hair, fingers wrapping in the dark strands and gripping just enough to give Adam a thrill. The insistent hands began to try to push Adam downward, Kris whining when Adam didn’t move at the pushes.
“Please, Adam,” he moaned. “Please suck me.”
Adam grinned and nipped at the skin under his lips, “My pleasure.” His hands slid down to Kris’ thighs, gently pushing them open so he could settle between them comfortably. Once settled he brought one hand up to take hold of Kris who was hot and firm in his hand. Pre-come was beading at the tip of Kris’ erection, lines of the slick fluid already helping to smooth Adam’s way. He ran the thumb of his hand over the tip, smearing the liquid and making Kris moan at the motion. Slowly Adam lowered his head to Kris’ groin and just smelled the thick musk of Kris’ sex and arousal, it was intoxicating.
He was so caught up in inhaling the scent that he almost missed Kris’ pleading moans. “Adam, please! Please!”
Looking up he saw Kris’ lust blown eyes looking down at him, his stomach muscles trembling as he worked to hold himself up. Quirking a quick grin up at him, Adam bent his head and engulfed the cock in his hand. As he began to run his tongue over the thick vein on the underside he felt Kris collapse back, the hands in his hair tightening for a moment, the sting making his eyes water, before they flew up. He glanced up and saw that Kris was gripping at his own hair as Adam began to bob up and down on the cock in his mouth. When his lips touched his hand, he pulled it away to start stroking over Kris’ balls as the other hand gripped Kris’ hip tightly, keeping him anchored down.
Kris was shuddering underneath him, keening cries escaping his mouth as Adam relaxed his throat and swallowed Kris all the way down. Adam swallowed Kris one more time before he pulled off of Kris and moved up the bed to kiss his bite swollen lips. Clutching hands gripped at his shoulders, the blunt fingertips digging in, as Adam felt Kris wrap his legs around Adam’s hips, bringing his groin flush with Adam’s.
Gasping Kris pulled back from the kiss, “You’re still wearing pants!”
Adam couldn’t help but chuckle at the indignant tone. “Easily fixed,” he said as his leaned up a bit, and wriggled his slacks and briefs down with the help of Kris’ feet.
Both moaned when their naked flesh rubbed against one another, Adam rutting down against Kris who just moaned and arched his back at the pleasure. Adam thrust down a few more times, their sweat and pre-come making the glide of their cocks against one another smooth and slick.
“Kris,” Adam moaned and kissed the hinge of Kris’ jaw, “I want to fuck you.”
He felt Kris shudder beneath him, his whole body quivering before suddenly going lax. “Yes,” Kris said, his voice husky and tight with arousal.
With another kiss against Kris’ jaw, Adam leaned over and fumbled at the drawer to his bedside table. Pulling out the lube and strip of condoms he slid it closed again and propped himself up between Kris’ legs. “How do you want to be, baby? On your back or on your belly?”
Kris looked at Adam, his eyes darting up and down as he thought, “I want to see you.” His hand came up and caressed the side of Adam’s face. Adam turned into the touch as Kris spoke again, “I want to watch you when you come inside me.”
Adam bit at the hand touching his face as he groaned, “Baby, you keep saying stuff like that and I’m not going to make it inside you before I come.” Kris just grinned, obviously pleased with himself.
Laughing, Adam kissed Kris’ hand before he sat up more, Kris’ hand falling down beside his body as Adam moved back, dropping the supplies within easy reach. He then gripped Kris’ thighs and pushed them back, bending Kris so that Adam could open him up. Kris brought his hands forward to grip at the backs of his thighs, helping Adam to keep him open. Adam smiled at Kris before he reached over and picked up the lube again, quickly flicking the top open to dribble some of the slick fluid right down Kris’ cleft and also onto his fingers.
He closed the top again before he began to rub two fingers around Kris’ opening, warming the muscles and the lube before he dipped just the tip of one finger inside of Kris. Kris gave a soft moan as Adam slowly began to sink the one finger into him. He was hot and tight inside, the muscles rippling around Adam’s finger. Pulling the digit back, Adam began to thrust it in and out of Kris, slowly opening him before he added another. Kris tightened against him briefly before he relaxed against the two fingers sliding into him.
“You are doing so well Kris,” Adam crooned. “Fuck, you are so hot inside, so tight. I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you.” He scissored his fingers apart, stretching the tight muscles before he pulled his fingers back and fumbled with the lube again. With a huff he poured a puddle onto Kris’ belly, Kris’ stomach sucking in at the cool temperature with a gasp. Adam ran three fingers through the puddle before bringing them back to Kris’ ass and teasing them inside of him.
Kris gasped at the push of the three fingers before he began to push back against them, forcing them inside even faster. As Adam began to thrust into him Kris began to rock back, fucking himself on Adam’s fingers. “Oh god, Adam!” Kris cried out. “Oh, fuck... I’m ready, I’m ready, fuck!”
Adam pulled his fingers from Kris’ body, a groan leaving Kris’ lips as he did so, and had to stop for a moment using his clean hand to grip at his cock to keep himself from coming as he watched Kris’ ass try to close against nothing. Once he was pulled back from the brink, Adam wiped his lube covered hand with the corner of the sheet and grabbed at the strip of condoms before tearing one open with fumbling fingers. Quickly, he rolled the condom down over himself and groaned. He looked up and watched Kris follow his fingers as he stroked his hand up and down himself a few times.
Kris licked his lips before he looked up and saw that Adam had been watching him. Adam would have thought that Kris would have blushed at being caught staring, but Kris just gave a soft grin before he let go of his right thigh to run the fingers of his right hand through the lube on his stomach. He sat up and reached for Adam’s erection, running lube slick fingers over the latex covered flesh. With a wicked grin Kris ran his fingers down the straining flesh to tease at Adam’s tight balls.
“Oh god, Kris!” Adam cried with an incredulous laugh as he knocked Kris’ hand away and moved up into the vee of Kris’ thighs.
The bright smile that crossed Kris’ face made Adam smile right back at him. “Come on, Adam, I’m ready,” Kris said, letting his left leg go to wrap his legs back around Adam, Adam helping him get them situated before he ran a hand over Kris’ hip.
Taking his own cock in hand, Adam teased Kris’ opening with the tip before he began to slowly push inside. Kris tossed his head back in a sharp motion, his thighs quivering against Adam’s waist as the thick length of Adam pushed inside of him. Adam could feel Kris’ inner muscles ripple around him as he paused, only an inch or so inside of Kris. He ran a hand up and down the center of Kris’ chest, “Let me know when you are ready.”
Kris breathed deeply for a few seconds before he groaned, his body slowly relaxing against Adam’s again. “You are huge. Shit,” he gasped as his relaxing muscles let Adam sink in a little bit more. “Okay, okay... I’m ready.”
Adam nodded absently before he pushed all the way inside of Kris, not pausing until he was flush against him. Kris was keening underneath him, his cock red and straining, his stomach now covered in his own pre-come from his leaking cock. Adam took a quick breath before he tightly gripped both of Kris’ hips in his hands before he began to slide back. Not even halfway out he thrust sharply back into Kris, the motion making Kris shout. Kris’ hands flew up to grab at Adam’s shoulders, as Adam began a harsh, deep rhythm inside of Kris. Swiveling his hips, Adam changed the angle of his thrusts and knew he had hit Kris’ prostate when the younger man’s back bowed into an arch, his body moving back into Adam’s thrusts.
Each thrust was kept at that angle to hit Kris’ sweet spot, making him cry out in pleasure and writhe against Adam. All of Kris’ inhibitions seemed to disappear as Adam continued to pound into him, his thrusts becoming harder and harder as Kris continued to moan and shake. Still thrusting deeply into Kris, Adam leaned forward and caught Kris’ lips in a messy kiss. They were panting against each other’s mouths, Adam’s sweat dripping off of his face and on to Kris. Kris tightened his thighs around Adam and moaned.
“Adam, please. Please!” Kris moaned and shook as Adam slowed his thrusts down to a less frantic pace.
“Oh baby,” Adam said, licking into Kris’ mouth, tongue chasing Kris’ for a moment before he pulled back. “You feel so good inside. I could stay inside you for hours. For days.”
“Adam!” Kris shouted, his eyes screwing closed in pleasure.
Husking out a laugh, Adam began to move sharply inside of Kris again, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. He let go of Kris’ left hip to snake his right hand between their bodies to wrap around Kris’ leaking cock. Kris shuddered as Adam began to stroke Kris in time with his thrusts inside of him. It didn’t take but a few more deep thrusts of Adam’s hips and strokes of his hand over Kris’ cock before Kris froze, his body arching in pleasure as he came in hot spurts over Adam’s hand and onto his stomach and chest. His body stayed arched in pleasure as Adam continued to thrust into him, his inner muscles milking Adam’s cock as he worked him through his orgasm. When the last of his come dribbled out, Kris’ body collapsed back down onto the bed.
The hand sticky with come left Kris’ cock to grip his hip again as Adam tilted his lax body and began a harsh rhythm into the spent man. Kris blinked bleary eyes up at Adam and moaned as his body was jarred with the thrusting. He raised a trembling and weak hand to touch the side of Adam’s face but gave a sharp moan as Adam thrust into him again and again. Adam knew he was hitting Kris’ sensitive prostate and he felt a sharp satisfaction as he saw Kris’ spent cock twitch with each thrust.
“Adam,” Kris cried out, his body trembling in what Adam knew had to be pained pleasure. With a final thrust and groan Adam felt himself lose control and begin to come in spine tingling bursts. His thrusts tapered off before finally stopping, his whole body shaking in the aftermath.
Adam bussed a soft kiss against Kris’ temple, the exhausted man barely giving a grumble as Adam reached down, holding the base of the condom, and slid out of his body. He quickly pulled the come filled condom from his softening erection and tied it off, tossing it into the trash beside the bed. Slipping from the bed, Adam went into the bathroom and ran the water in the sink to warm as he went in search of a clean washcloth. He wet his own washcloth and quickly wiped himself down with the lukewarm water, cleaning the lube and come from his body. By the time he had finished cleaning himself the water was warm, almost hot, and he tossed his washcloth into the shower before picking up the clean one and running it under the water. Squeezing out the excess water, he turned the faucet off and came back to the bed where Kris was splayed out.
Gently he ran the washcloth over Kris’s skin, starting with his face, bathing his forehead before moving down his chest, cleaning the soft skin of sweat, lube, and come. Kris arched into the movement of the cloth as Adam cleaned him. When Adam ran the cloth over his cock and balls he moaned and shifted slightly away. Adam chuckled before he moved the cloth to wipe over Kris’ thighs and then his opening, those motions Kris actually moved into with a moan, the ministrations obviously feeling good.
Tossing the soiled washcloth towards the bathroom, Adam turned off the lights in the room before getting into the bed and pulling the covers over him and Kris. Adam gathered Kris into his arms, spooning in behind him, his arm tight around Kris chest and legs tangled together. He sighed and let his eyes drift closed as he kissed the nape of Kris’ neck, sleep tugging at him.
Adam was almost asleep when he heard a soft whisper from Kris, “I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you, but you only ever saw Brad. Now you see me and I wish it was because you weren’t settling on the closest thing to what you have always wanted but couldn’t have.” After the declaration Kris sank even farther into relaxation and sleep. It took Adam much longer to relax again into sleep.
When Adam woke the next morning though, it was to his phone ringing with Tommy’s ringtone and Kris gone. The only real indication that he had been there was a piece of paper with a heart scribbled on it and left on the pillow next to Adam.
Katy wasn’t at her desk when Adam arrived at Kris’ office. He had quickly showered and dressed once he realized Kris was gone from his bed, and began to search for him. The main house was quiet as he searched, most people still in bed recovering from the night before -- Adam could even hear a few pained moans from the hangovers, plus one that was definitely not from pain. That one had come from Brad’s room and it only made him smile. With Kris not in the main house or anywhere on the grounds that Adam could think of, he made his way into the city.
Acting bolder than he felt, Adam pushed open the doors to Kris’s office, “Kris? Are you here?” The office was just as empty as the rest of the building, Saturday after Christmas as it was. Nothing was different or out of place from the last time Adam had visited the office.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he slumped down onto the couch. As he rubbed his has hands over his face, breath escaping harshly, he saw an envelope on the low table in front of the couch. “You’re new,” he said while sitting up and reaching for the envelope.
It was a plane ticket. One way, Dallas to LA, in Brad’s name and he just knew that Kris was trying to do something stupid.
“He’s been in love with you since he was sixteen and just figuring out that boys were pretty too,” Katy said from the doorway.
Adam gave a self-deprecating laugh, “So I’m learning.” He turned to look up at her, “Where is he?”
Katy moved into the room and sat down next to Adam, her hand plucking the ticket out of his hands. As she turned it over, playing with the flap to the envelope, she began to talk. “We dated for a bit, you know?” Adam only shook his head in reply and Katy laughed softly, “It was in high school, just before his dad and Sandra got married. When he moved out here we tried staying together, tried long distance, but we weren’t even 16. It wasn’t going to really work, and by then, he had met you.
“Whenever we talked, you were all he could talk about. I mean, it really was Adam this and Adam that. Adam said this, Adam did that.” She smiled at him, “You are kinda hard to compete with.” At his wide eyed look, Katy reached out and laid her hand over top his, “Adam, he even went out to LA to see you perform when Neil told him about your shows.”
“Yeah,” Adam said, “I know. He said he came to one.”
Katy laugh, “One? More like fifteen! He would make any excuse he could to fly out to LA, as long as it was during a weekend you were performing.”
They sat in silence for a moment as Adam absorbed what Katy had told him. Kris really did love him, enough to try and give him something that he didn’t want anymore. And if Adam was being honest with himself, probably never really did want. Brad had become the unattainable goal, something to strive for, even if he knew that he never actually wanted it to happen. Because, if Adam really did want Brad, he would have never kissed Kris that first night back. He would have never kept Kris’ letter and read it every moment he knew he needed to know someone cared. All the boys, they would have been measured against Brad, but in the end, they were really measured against Kris. And oh, did they ever come up wanting.
“Katy,” Adam squeezed her fingers, “I need you to change the name on this ticket.” He flicked the ticket in her other hand. “It’s time for me to go after what I actually want.”
She grinned up at him and pulled him into a hug, “On it. Oh, and try the lily pond, it is a favorite place of his.”
“You know,” Adam said as he saw Kris sitting at the edge of the lily pond, fingers dipping in the water, “Your secretary is a pistol.”
Kris laughed as he drew himself up to stand. “Yeah, but you have to love her.”
Adam nodded, “Yeah, you kinda do.”
They stood facing each other before Adam’s face broke into a soft smile. He reached his hand out and took Kris’ in his own, “Hi.”
“Hi,” Kris squeezed Adam’s fingers.
With a soft tug, Adam pulled Kris towards the bench, “Sit with me for a bit. We didn’t get to talk this morning.”
As they sat, Kris rubbed his free hand over the back of his head, “I’m sorry about that. I had some last minute details that came up.”
“That!” Adam exclaimed, “That is one of the things we need to talk about, Kris! You working so much and doing something that you really don’t love. You should be making music and not tied to the machine that is Allen Enterprises. Kris,” Adam practically whined, “You should be in LA. With me.”
“I know,” Kris said, a sheepish smile crossing his face.
Adam looked startled, “You... you know?” He blinked, confusion clear on his face, “How...I mean... what?”
“Well,” Kris started while letting his fingers play with the rings on the hand Adam had wrapped around his. “Well, so... After that lunch we had, the one where we got Ethiopian... I, uh, I realized that you were right. I mean, I already knew that I wasn’t happy where I was and that I wanted to be making music instead, but I had gotten so caught up in thinking that I had to be the one to take over. And well, it got me thinking---What if Daniel actually did want to do something and me just jumping in and over him never gave him the chance?
“So, I asked. And would you believe it, he actually wants to do it? He wants to help Dad run Allen Enterprises. All this time,” Kris shook his head ruefully, “if he had just spoken up... I wasted so much time Adam, trying to be something I wasn’t.” Kris was quiet for a moment before he shook his head to clear his thoughts, “Anyway, I’ve been spending the last few days transferring everything over to Daniel and getting him ready to pick up where I left off. He actually has some really great ideas that will really grow the company.”
Adam smiled at Kris, “What do you plan on doing?”
A blush spread across Kris’ face. “Well, I’m hoping I can do one thing, but it kinda depends on you.”
The blush brought back memories from the night before and Adam could feel himself hardening at the thoughts. “What about me?” Adam asked, his voice dropping to the bottom of his register.
Kris’ face turned a darker red, “Adam...” He turned his face down, looking away from Adam.
Adam lifted his free hand and crooked his finger underneath Kris’ chin, bringing his face back up to look at him. “Does it depend on me loving you, because I already do. I have for a while now, I just hadn’t realized it yet.”
Tears began to fill Kris’ brown eyes, “You do?”
“Yeah,” Adam said, his thumb coming up to rub a tear that had escaped down Kris’ cheek away, “I really do. Come to LA with me. Katy is-”
“Has changed the ticket to my name,” Kris interrupted. “She called me.”
Adam had to laugh, “Of course she did. That girl loves you a lot.” He looked at Kris, his thumb still stroking across his cheek. “So, you’ll come?”
“Yes, I’ll come to LA with you,” Kris said, his face shining with happiness.
The kiss the two of them shared was sweet and rather chaste, but for all the passion that they obviously had for one another, neither of them needed for it to be anything more than what it was. A declaration.
“I love you, too,” Kris whispered against Adam’s lips as they held one another. Adam smiled into the kiss and pulled Kris tighter to him.
Epilogue, 2009, New Year’s Eve
“Okay,” Adam shouted over the loud music the club was playing, “Introductions! Kris, before you we have Terrance, Sasha, Ashley, Alisan, Lee, Sutan, Scarlett, Tommy, and Danielle. The last two you met at the apartment. Everyone, this is Kris, my boyfriend! Play nice with him, I don’t want him broken.”
Everyone laughed and began to talk. Kris was quickly pulled into a conversation with Tommy about music as Adam was drawn into a debate between Alisan and Danielle about something he didn’t really want to know about. Ashley soon came over to Kris and Tommy, adding a few comments here and there about specific guitars that they were debating over.
Since Christmas, Kris had been working on fully transferring everything he was doing to Daniel and a few other managers until Daniel could take the full load. Daniel was picking up on things really quickly when Kris and Adam had to fly to LA. Kris wasn’t moving out there right away, but he was staying for a few weeks to start looking for a job and to begin shopping his demos around. That and it was a chance for him to spend time with Adam and for Adam to show him his LA.
Kris had been packing his bags back in Dallas when a soft knock had interrupted his folding. When he looked up he saw his step-brother hovering in the doorway. The raised brow he gave Brad made the other man snort and flounce in the room and sit on the edge of the bed, making the suitcase on it wobble.
Brad took a shirt from the pile and began to fold it, “Did you ever wonder why I never made a move on Adam that summer when I always knew he was interested?”
The shirt that Kris had been folding was put down as he turned to look at Brad fully, “I never really thought about it. I guess I thought you weren’t interested in him.”
“Oh, I would have dated him in a heartbeat, even before he changed his look,” Brad said, unfolding and refolding the shirt.
“Then why didn’t you?” Kris asked, his heart beating faster.
“Because,” Brad said, the shirt dropping as he turned and looked at Kris, “Because I saw the look on your face when you first met him and every other time you saw or talked to him over that summer. I had been thinking about asking him out, but then I knew it would never be close to what you and he would have. Kris, you two are perfect for one another. But that doesn’t mean I won’t beat one of you up if either of you guys hurt the other.” At Kris’ incredulous look he sighed, “Fine, I’ll get Sean to beat on you!”
Kris laughed and threw his arms around his step-brother, Brad returning the hug just a fiercely. “You are an awesome brother.”
Brad gave a watery laugh, “And don’t you forget it! Now, let’s get you packed!”
The festivities at Freddies were raucous and loud, Kris had to escape outside to the back patio close to midnight, his ears ringing. He leaned against the railing and took a deep breath of air, calming his mind from the stimulation of the party. Familiar warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him against a firm chest.
“I thought I had lost you,” Adam said quietly in his ear as he nuzzled against the sensitive skin.
“Nope,” Kris said as he brought his hands up to grip Adam’s forearms, “Just trying to not kill my ears.”
They stayed quietly wrapped together for a while when the countdown inside began. Neither moved as the partiers got louder and louder with their shouting. When they reached one and began shouting “Happy New Year!” Adam just pulled Kris tighter against him.
“Happy New Year, Adam,” Kris said, tilting his head back to look up at him.
Adam smiled down at Kris and leaned forward, laying a lingering kiss on Kris’ lips, “Happy New year, baby."
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