Working My Strut | NC-17 | Adam Lambert/Brad Bell
Working My Strut | pretty well NC-17, tbh | Adam Lambert/Brad Bell | 1,307 | Sexy times during the "If I Had You" video shoot | Beta'd by stellazina
Rehearsals started after lunch, running through each scene, where certain people would be placed. An hour before sunset they break to have dinner, and for Adam to shoot the opening scene, and then everyone is rushing around, getting changed into their “costumes”, putting make up on. It only takes Brad a few minutes to change out of the loose dance-tank top and sweaty tights he was practicing in and into the leather pants and vest he’s wearing for the shoot. Brad spies Adam watching him from the door of his trailer as he leaves the changing area. As he wanders around the camp, Brad can feel Adam’s eyes on his body and he makes a convoluted beeline toward the forest. Brad pauses a few trees in, waiting to make sure Adam is following him, knows he is. Once he’s sure Adam is behind him a few paces, Brad continues a bit further into the forest until the sounds of the video shoot are a distant whisper, then ducks behind a tree, leaning against the trunk.
Adam almost misses him, walking past the tree a few steps, but Brad reaches out and grabs his arm. Adam would’ve stumbled, but he’s still got the flat boots on from the opening scene, he hasn’t changed into the platforms yet. He turns toward Brad, regaining his footing on the loose soil, and backs him up against the tree. The foliage above them cuts out most of the fading sunlight, but Adam can still see the pale flush beginning on Brad’s chest. He smirks, remembering how Brad had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, getting off on the fear of getting caught almost more than the actual sex.
Brad’s breath hitches as Adam crowds him further, shoulder blades scratching against the rough bark on the tree where they aren’t covered by the tan coloured vest. They’re pressed together from knee to chest now and Adam can feel where Brad is already hard in his pants, rolling his hips in a tease. Brad’s been turned on practically since they started rehearsing when Adam requested that he always be no further than 10 feet from him. The proximity to his old flame, the atmosphere, and the pure sexual charge that Adam emitted when performing means that Brad’s been horny as hell since 2 o’clock and it was nearing 7pm now.
It seems like minutes pass that they stare into each other’s eyes, brilliant blue to chocolate brown, but in reality it’s mere seconds before Adam is crushing his lips against Brads, kissing him brutally. The hand Brad still has around Adam’s wrist tightens as Adam palms roughly over his exposed hip, and his other hand comes up to tangle in Adam’s hair, the move aborted when Adam jerks back, grabbing Brad’s wrist.
“That shit took forever to spray up, no touching. In fact…” Adam twists his other hand out of Brad’s grip, reversing the positions of their hands as he raises them above Brad’s head. Adam leans in to nip at Brad’s kiss-swollen lips as he switches to hold both of Brad’s wrists in his left hand, easily keeping Brad pinned to the trunk, free hand trailing lightly over Brad’s arm, chest, and stopping above the waistband of his pants, petting across the skin there.
Brad squirmed, trying to get Adam’s hand where he wanted it, but stretched out like he was, Brad could barely get any leverage to move properly. Adam taunted Brad, dipping his fingers ever so slightly down the front of Brad’s pants when he felt the crinkly edges of two plastic packets.
“Oh, really? You think I’m easy or something boy?” Adam teased as he slid the zip down, freeing Brad’s erection and catching the lube and condom packets before they could fall to the forest floor.
“Not you,” Brad gasped out, aching for some kind of release, now without even the pressure his pants had been supplying to his cock, “Me.”
Adam’s eyes are smouldering as he holds the condom packet up to Brad’s mouth and pulls their joined hands away from the tree slightly, “Hold this, and turn around.”
Brad tilts his head forward to grab the foil square between his teeth and turns on the spot, feet slipping in the dirt, but Adam holds him up, manhandles him into position.
“Spread your legs,” Adam kicks slightly at the heels on Brad’s boots until they’re shoulder width apart before he uses his free hand to bend him at the hips, placing their raised hands back against the tree. Brad’s pants have been sliding lower with the moment, ass cheeks peeking out the top of the dark leather, and Adam uses his free hand to push them down further.
Adam tears the lube open with his teeth, grimacing as a bit gets in his mouth. He drizzles the cool liquid down between Brad’s cheeks before dropping the packet beside their feet and smearing two fingers through the mess he’s made. Adam slides one finger home before quickly coming back with the second, remembering how pliant and loose Brad is when he’s practically gagging for it. Judging by the whimpers slipping through his clenched teeth, and the way he’s rocking back into Adam’s hand, Brad is desperate. Adam thrusts his fingers a few more times, scissoring them and brushing over Brad’s prostate just slightly enough for him to feel it. He withdraws his fingers, to Brad’s frustration and reaches his hand around to Brad’s front, seeking the condom. They tear the packet open together and Adam takes it, slipping the condom out with one hand and drops the foil packet.
After rolling the latex down his cock, Adam fists himself a few times before lining up and beginning to push past the tight ring of muscle. “Oh fuck,” Brad chokes out as the head pops in, “Fuck, c’mon.” He tries to push his ass back, impale himself on Adam’s cock, but his stretched out position forbid the movement. Then, just as he is about to start cursing Adam out for real, Adam cups his hand over Brad’s hip, smearing extra lube, and sliding smoothly in to the hilt.
Brad gasps, throwing his head back and almost knocking Adam out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Adam,” a litany of swears fall from Brad’s mouth as Adam waits for him to adjust to Adam’s girth again. Adam pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, and then slams back in, ripping a moan from Brad’s throat.
The sex was rough and dirty, Adam bringing Brad right to the edge with cock, nailing his prostate on every other thrust, before he even thought about curling his hand around to jack Brad’s leaking penis quickly. Brad’s orgasm tears through so hard it’s all he can to do gasp through it as his cum shoots out on to the tree in front of them, trying to pull air into his lungs as his body shudders against Adam’s. Adam groans behind him, sinking his teeth into Brad’s shoulder as he thrusts shallowly into the extra stimulation of Brad’s undulating hole, coming within moments of Brad.
They stand there for a minute, chests heaving as they catch their breath before Adam kisses the bite mark he’s made on Brad’s shoulder and lowers their arms slowly, rubbing feeling back into Brad’s wrists. He waits another moment before withdrawing carefully, but Brad hisses anyway, sensitive. Adam slides the used condom off, dropping it on the ground and making a note to pick the rubbish up before they leave, as he tucks himself back into the tight pants he’s wearing for the video shoot and Brad does the same before turning around.
“So,” Adam starts, but Brad shakes his head, putting a finger to his lips before leaning in to kiss them gently.
“Not right now, we’ve gotta go make you famous.”
Rehearsals started after lunch, running through each scene, where certain people would be placed. An hour before sunset they break to have dinner, and for Adam to shoot the opening scene, and then everyone is rushing around, getting changed into their “costumes”, putting make up on. It only takes Brad a few minutes to change out of the loose dance-tank top and sweaty tights he was practicing in and into the leather pants and vest he’s wearing for the shoot. Brad spies Adam watching him from the door of his trailer as he leaves the changing area. As he wanders around the camp, Brad can feel Adam’s eyes on his body and he makes a convoluted beeline toward the forest. Brad pauses a few trees in, waiting to make sure Adam is following him, knows he is. Once he’s sure Adam is behind him a few paces, Brad continues a bit further into the forest until the sounds of the video shoot are a distant whisper, then ducks behind a tree, leaning against the trunk.
Adam almost misses him, walking past the tree a few steps, but Brad reaches out and grabs his arm. Adam would’ve stumbled, but he’s still got the flat boots on from the opening scene, he hasn’t changed into the platforms yet. He turns toward Brad, regaining his footing on the loose soil, and backs him up against the tree. The foliage above them cuts out most of the fading sunlight, but Adam can still see the pale flush beginning on Brad’s chest. He smirks, remembering how Brad had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, getting off on the fear of getting caught almost more than the actual sex.
Brad’s breath hitches as Adam crowds him further, shoulder blades scratching against the rough bark on the tree where they aren’t covered by the tan coloured vest. They’re pressed together from knee to chest now and Adam can feel where Brad is already hard in his pants, rolling his hips in a tease. Brad’s been turned on practically since they started rehearsing when Adam requested that he always be no further than 10 feet from him. The proximity to his old flame, the atmosphere, and the pure sexual charge that Adam emitted when performing means that Brad’s been horny as hell since 2 o’clock and it was nearing 7pm now.
It seems like minutes pass that they stare into each other’s eyes, brilliant blue to chocolate brown, but in reality it’s mere seconds before Adam is crushing his lips against Brads, kissing him brutally. The hand Brad still has around Adam’s wrist tightens as Adam palms roughly over his exposed hip, and his other hand comes up to tangle in Adam’s hair, the move aborted when Adam jerks back, grabbing Brad’s wrist.
“That shit took forever to spray up, no touching. In fact…” Adam twists his other hand out of Brad’s grip, reversing the positions of their hands as he raises them above Brad’s head. Adam leans in to nip at Brad’s kiss-swollen lips as he switches to hold both of Brad’s wrists in his left hand, easily keeping Brad pinned to the trunk, free hand trailing lightly over Brad’s arm, chest, and stopping above the waistband of his pants, petting across the skin there.
Brad squirmed, trying to get Adam’s hand where he wanted it, but stretched out like he was, Brad could barely get any leverage to move properly. Adam taunted Brad, dipping his fingers ever so slightly down the front of Brad’s pants when he felt the crinkly edges of two plastic packets.
“Oh, really? You think I’m easy or something boy?” Adam teased as he slid the zip down, freeing Brad’s erection and catching the lube and condom packets before they could fall to the forest floor.
“Not you,” Brad gasped out, aching for some kind of release, now without even the pressure his pants had been supplying to his cock, “Me.”
Adam’s eyes are smouldering as he holds the condom packet up to Brad’s mouth and pulls their joined hands away from the tree slightly, “Hold this, and turn around.”
Brad tilts his head forward to grab the foil square between his teeth and turns on the spot, feet slipping in the dirt, but Adam holds him up, manhandles him into position.
“Spread your legs,” Adam kicks slightly at the heels on Brad’s boots until they’re shoulder width apart before he uses his free hand to bend him at the hips, placing their raised hands back against the tree. Brad’s pants have been sliding lower with the moment, ass cheeks peeking out the top of the dark leather, and Adam uses his free hand to push them down further.
Adam tears the lube open with his teeth, grimacing as a bit gets in his mouth. He drizzles the cool liquid down between Brad’s cheeks before dropping the packet beside their feet and smearing two fingers through the mess he’s made. Adam slides one finger home before quickly coming back with the second, remembering how pliant and loose Brad is when he’s practically gagging for it. Judging by the whimpers slipping through his clenched teeth, and the way he’s rocking back into Adam’s hand, Brad is desperate. Adam thrusts his fingers a few more times, scissoring them and brushing over Brad’s prostate just slightly enough for him to feel it. He withdraws his fingers, to Brad’s frustration and reaches his hand around to Brad’s front, seeking the condom. They tear the packet open together and Adam takes it, slipping the condom out with one hand and drops the foil packet.
After rolling the latex down his cock, Adam fists himself a few times before lining up and beginning to push past the tight ring of muscle. “Oh fuck,” Brad chokes out as the head pops in, “Fuck, c’mon.” He tries to push his ass back, impale himself on Adam’s cock, but his stretched out position forbid the movement. Then, just as he is about to start cursing Adam out for real, Adam cups his hand over Brad’s hip, smearing extra lube, and sliding smoothly in to the hilt.
Brad gasps, throwing his head back and almost knocking Adam out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Adam,” a litany of swears fall from Brad’s mouth as Adam waits for him to adjust to Adam’s girth again. Adam pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, and then slams back in, ripping a moan from Brad’s throat.
The sex was rough and dirty, Adam bringing Brad right to the edge with cock, nailing his prostate on every other thrust, before he even thought about curling his hand around to jack Brad’s leaking penis quickly. Brad’s orgasm tears through so hard it’s all he can to do gasp through it as his cum shoots out on to the tree in front of them, trying to pull air into his lungs as his body shudders against Adam’s. Adam groans behind him, sinking his teeth into Brad’s shoulder as he thrusts shallowly into the extra stimulation of Brad’s undulating hole, coming within moments of Brad.
They stand there for a minute, chests heaving as they catch their breath before Adam kisses the bite mark he’s made on Brad’s shoulder and lowers their arms slowly, rubbing feeling back into Brad’s wrists. He waits another moment before withdrawing carefully, but Brad hisses anyway, sensitive. Adam slides the used condom off, dropping it on the ground and making a note to pick the rubbish up before they leave, as he tucks himself back into the tight pants he’s wearing for the video shoot and Brad does the same before turning around.
“So,” Adam starts, but Brad shakes his head, putting a finger to his lips before leaning in to kiss them gently.
“Not right now, we’ve gotta go make you famous.”