FIC: "Inside My Show"
Title: Inside My Show
Author: brionny152
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2,100
Song: "Andy Warhol" from Hunky Dory
Warning(s): Um, drug use, handcuffing, sex, drink if that sort of thing scares you.
Summary: Kris stumbles into Adam's world of sex, drugs and rock and roll.
Kris looked up at the chaos spilling through the door. Girls with their hair piled high giggled, stumbling a little in their over tall stiletto heels, their dresses clinging to their breasts and hips. Allison was amongst them, her red hair making her stand out in the peroxide blonde club most of the girls at Adam's "place" had going on.
He'd been staying at Adam's for the past three days but he hadn't yet met the man himself. Apparently he was away on business but Kris didn't car - he had somewhere free to sleep and eat and that was good enough for him. He'd smoked so much pot he was sure he'd turn into the bloody plant and downed so much vodka he wasn't sure if he'd ever regain his appetite. This "place" as everyone called it that Adam lived in was really just one HUGE floor of an old factory. Each floor was accessed by a single elevator, a creaky contraption with a metal sliding cross-hatched grill that squeak something awful and made Kris grit his teeth every time he hear it. Kris had eyed the elevator warily the first time Allison had brought him here. He'd argued with her about taking the stairs, but when she'd told him he'd have to climb nine flights he'd given in.
Kris had quickly learned that Adam's "place" was the place to crash after a night out. People could come or go at any time of the day or night. It wasn't anything special, just a place where stoners and people who wanted to get shit wrecked hung out. Invitation: party people only.
Adam's floor was split into rooms. Adam's studio sat at the opposite end to the elevator shaft and only those closest to Adam were admitted. There was a small kitchen and a bathroom near the elevator whose grill opened right into the main room which was always scattered with ashtrays, beanbags the odd couch, empty pizza boxes and each night, numerous bodies.
Kris spotted Brad's slight frame exit the elevator as the next wave of partygoers arrived. Through Allison, Kris had learned that Brad, like Allison, was a regular here, a member of Adam's inner circle. Very few people were but everyone here wanted to be.
Tonight Brad was accompanied by a much taller, but just as slender brunette whose hands were already in Brad's pants. No-one would bat an eyelid if they started fucking in the middle of the floor; such antics appeared commonplace at Adam's. Kris had raise eyebrows at Allison first but she'd just giggled in that super cute way she had and snuggled into his armpit. A few men staggered out the shaft behind the Brad and his friend, their laughter unruly, the smoke from their cigarettes swirling and rising. The room stirred for a minute to take in these new arrivals before returning to its usual hazy, peaceful state.
Kris glanced over the newcomers quickly, not recognising any of the faces, but he'd gotten used to different people coming and going in the past few days. He'd rarely spoken to anybody twice but then again, he'd been on a constant high since arrived so he couldn't really tell anyway.
He heard the lift as it groan in protest at disappearing into the building depths once more and tipped some more vodka down his throat. He swallowed then took the joint Allison offered him.
He threw his head back into the beanbag he was curled against, tiredness suddenly grabbing him and forcing his eyes shut. He fought it as best he could but his three day binge, although not out of character, had taken its toll and all he wanted to do now was sleep.
Kris came to hours later somewhere in the early morning. He wasn't entirely sure what had woken him, his body still cried out for sleep. With eyelids fluttering heavily, he sat upright. Around him, others had stirred. He saw Allison appear from the studio at the back of the flat, a smile on her face.
The rattling that signalled the lift stopped and that bloody grill squeaked open. Kris swivelled lazily, ready with a thunderous glare for the person interrupting his sleep. His glare was quickly wiped from his face when he saw the man step out from behind the grill.
Whoever this man was, he commanded the room for sure. He stopped in the middle of the room, one hip cocked to the side. Kris watched in awe as the man pressed blue polished nails to his full, pink lips, tilting his head as he surveyed the room and the people laid out before him. His hair gleamed, a blend of blue and black, like his clothes. In a suit and tie he looked very out of place amongst the grungy crowd lying all over the floor.
A silence fell over the room and Kris realised that everyone was waited for this god-like creature to say something. Kris held his breath, eyes watering slightly as he stared, forgetting momentarily how to blink.
The silence broke abruptly when the glittery man with that goddamn shiny hair removed his hand from his face and fluttered it in obvious annoyance. A scowl darkened his features and although Kris was sat, nearly hidden in the corner, he saw the man snap at someone by his feet. Allison slid round the room to Kris' side, a frown now gracing her face.
A blonde girl Kris recognised as Megan was by the man's side, arms waving as she clearly tried to explain something. The man didn't seem satisfied, jerking his head and clicking his fingers. He looked beautiful when he snarled Kris decided; when that pink upper lip curled and showed sharp white teeth.
Words began to drift over from the frantic conversations Megan and this man were having. Kris winced a little at the man's increasingly biting tone. As suddenly as it had started the argument ceased and everyone froze. The man pulled himself up to his full height, folding his arms across his chest. Although the sunglasses hid his eyes from view, Kris know he was glaring at the crowd spread in front of him.
"Out. All of you. Get the fuck out of my apartment."
Kris blinked. So this was Adam.
"NOW!"
The room acted immediately, those who weren't out their face helping those who were towards the lift. There was noise but only hushed whispers. Kris rose with the rest but Allison grabbed his hand, whispering in his ear that he could stay since he was with her. Kris wasn't sure if he wanted to stay. Not if this was the way Adam treated those around him.
But when they turned back to the room, Adam had disappeared. Megan was slumped on one of the battered couches. Kris sat down beside her, pulling her into his side, taking up Allison's offer of a smoke. He feigned interest in their conversation for a while until the pot took hold and he fell asleep.
---
Kris started on his way home when the streets were beginning to show signs of life. He took the stairs so to not wake the others with the noise from the lift. Upon reaching the ground floor he paused at the security door, looking through the dirty glass pane in the centre as he shrugged his jacket on to shield himself from the rain and pressed his palm against the metal pad on the door.
"Wait."
Kris started, having not noticed anybody else in the vicinity. He turned in seemly slow motion, freezing when he saw the voice belonged to the leather clad beauty in the sunglasses and nail polish. Adam.
"Name?" Kris stuttered at being addressed directly, and then blushed instantly at his lack of composure.
"Kris. Kris Allen." The dark creature's facial expression remained impassive. Kris found himself being intimated by the one-way stare of the other man's sunglasses and dropped his gaze automatically to the floor.
"You weren't here when I left for LA." Kris blinked, unsure whether the man was actually looking for an answer.
"No. Allison brought me. She said it'd be okay." The man's wonderfully full lips lifted at one corner in a smirk.
"I see." The sunglasses continue to bore into Kris' very soul. He felt like he was caught like a rabbits in car headlights, unable to move at the awkwardness surrounding him.
"Um, I guess I'll see you around," Kris mumbled, shoving the door open in haste and tripping down the few steps as a result. He flicked a glance back over his shoulder and immediately wished he hadn't. The man was still watching him and as Kris let go of the door behind him, the man lifted a hand and fluttered his fingers in a sarcastic wave, nail polish shimmering.
A milk van rattled past Kris as he walked and a paperboy nodded a sleepy hello as he cycled through his round. The boy left a messy trail of leaflets that fluttered in his wake and settled in the puddles along the kerbs but Kris barely noticed; his thoughts were entirely elsewhere.
Whilst Kris wasn't exactly new to the world of sex, drugs, glitter, rock ‘n' roll, he was new to the sheer unadulterated fabulous Adam oozed. This fabulous glittering man was the centre of this world and from Kris' position; it looked like the sun could burn everything around it.
---
Three weeks later, Kris finds himself in Adam's studio being photographed by the man himself. Kris didn't go to Adam's for four days after they met in the entrance hall but Allison insisted on Kris' presence at her photoshoot with Adam. Kris had given in, knowing how much she wanted to dress up and be photographed in fabulous clothes.
Brad, who's unofficial title appeared to be that of ‘stylist' and he was working that shit to the max. Kris nearly cried with laughter at some of the outfits Brad pulled off the rack for Allison to wear. The disbelief on Allison's face was priceless and Brad was starting to get pissed that she was refusing everything he suggested on the basis that she didn't want to look like a stripper.
Adam walked in then, clocked Brad and Allison's disagreement and snapped.
"She'll wear what she has on. I don't want her looking like something she's not. She's not a fucking prostitute."
Allison looked relieved and stepped from the partition onto Adam's stark white set. Adam nodded at Kris, a brief smile flitting across his lips. Kris mutter a "hi" and commenced some serious lounging back against the wall, watching as Allison struck poses under Adam's constant guidance. He had her working the camera like crazy.
As Kris watched Adam work, Kris realised that Adam had a vision. He knew what he wanted out of Allison, he had her showing off her personality and each image he shot was genuine. Over the past three weeks, Kris had watched the way Adam photographed each person who'd lain across his floor that night he'd returned from LA. Adam had chosen his favourite photo of each person and had strung a line of pictures down the length of the main room.
The colourful collection of characters saw drunks, junkies, whores and the downright fabulous represented. Looking at each photo, each person
"Last frame sweetie, go for it."
Kris grinned as Allison titled her head to one side, pouting ridiculously and throwing her hands up above her head. Adam laughed a deep throaty chuckle and Kris glanced sideways at him, just in time for Adam to turn and catch his eye. Kris ducked his head when Adam winked. Kris looked away, the heat rising in his face. Brad rolled his eyes at him, but he was laughing.
Kris found Brad thoroughly entertaining and they often sat up smoking and talking late into the night. He knew Brad hadn't enjoyed the looks Adam gave Kris at first but now he seem almost encouraging and Kris liked that, he knew Adam trusted Brad.
---
Two days later, Kris was straining at the metal holding him to Adam's headboard. Adam had thrown a crazy party, packing out the apartment to capacity. Kris was fucked, his brain processing fleeting moments. And he certainly couldn't remember how he'd ended up in Adam's huge bed. But with those lips round the head of his cock, he didn't give a flying fuck.
Author: brionny152
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2,100
Song: "Andy Warhol" from Hunky Dory
Warning(s): Um, drug use, handcuffing, sex, drink if that sort of thing scares you.
Summary: Kris stumbles into Adam's world of sex, drugs and rock and roll.
Kris looked up at the chaos spilling through the door. Girls with their hair piled high giggled, stumbling a little in their over tall stiletto heels, their dresses clinging to their breasts and hips. Allison was amongst them, her red hair making her stand out in the peroxide blonde club most of the girls at Adam's "place" had going on.
He'd been staying at Adam's for the past three days but he hadn't yet met the man himself. Apparently he was away on business but Kris didn't car - he had somewhere free to sleep and eat and that was good enough for him. He'd smoked so much pot he was sure he'd turn into the bloody plant and downed so much vodka he wasn't sure if he'd ever regain his appetite. This "place" as everyone called it that Adam lived in was really just one HUGE floor of an old factory. Each floor was accessed by a single elevator, a creaky contraption with a metal sliding cross-hatched grill that squeak something awful and made Kris grit his teeth every time he hear it. Kris had eyed the elevator warily the first time Allison had brought him here. He'd argued with her about taking the stairs, but when she'd told him he'd have to climb nine flights he'd given in.
Kris had quickly learned that Adam's "place" was the place to crash after a night out. People could come or go at any time of the day or night. It wasn't anything special, just a place where stoners and people who wanted to get shit wrecked hung out. Invitation: party people only.
Adam's floor was split into rooms. Adam's studio sat at the opposite end to the elevator shaft and only those closest to Adam were admitted. There was a small kitchen and a bathroom near the elevator whose grill opened right into the main room which was always scattered with ashtrays, beanbags the odd couch, empty pizza boxes and each night, numerous bodies.
Kris spotted Brad's slight frame exit the elevator as the next wave of partygoers arrived. Through Allison, Kris had learned that Brad, like Allison, was a regular here, a member of Adam's inner circle. Very few people were but everyone here wanted to be.
Tonight Brad was accompanied by a much taller, but just as slender brunette whose hands were already in Brad's pants. No-one would bat an eyelid if they started fucking in the middle of the floor; such antics appeared commonplace at Adam's. Kris had raise eyebrows at Allison first but she'd just giggled in that super cute way she had and snuggled into his armpit. A few men staggered out the shaft behind the Brad and his friend, their laughter unruly, the smoke from their cigarettes swirling and rising. The room stirred for a minute to take in these new arrivals before returning to its usual hazy, peaceful state.
Kris glanced over the newcomers quickly, not recognising any of the faces, but he'd gotten used to different people coming and going in the past few days. He'd rarely spoken to anybody twice but then again, he'd been on a constant high since arrived so he couldn't really tell anyway.
He heard the lift as it groan in protest at disappearing into the building depths once more and tipped some more vodka down his throat. He swallowed then took the joint Allison offered him.
He threw his head back into the beanbag he was curled against, tiredness suddenly grabbing him and forcing his eyes shut. He fought it as best he could but his three day binge, although not out of character, had taken its toll and all he wanted to do now was sleep.
Kris came to hours later somewhere in the early morning. He wasn't entirely sure what had woken him, his body still cried out for sleep. With eyelids fluttering heavily, he sat upright. Around him, others had stirred. He saw Allison appear from the studio at the back of the flat, a smile on her face.
The rattling that signalled the lift stopped and that bloody grill squeaked open. Kris swivelled lazily, ready with a thunderous glare for the person interrupting his sleep. His glare was quickly wiped from his face when he saw the man step out from behind the grill.
Whoever this man was, he commanded the room for sure. He stopped in the middle of the room, one hip cocked to the side. Kris watched in awe as the man pressed blue polished nails to his full, pink lips, tilting his head as he surveyed the room and the people laid out before him. His hair gleamed, a blend of blue and black, like his clothes. In a suit and tie he looked very out of place amongst the grungy crowd lying all over the floor.
A silence fell over the room and Kris realised that everyone was waited for this god-like creature to say something. Kris held his breath, eyes watering slightly as he stared, forgetting momentarily how to blink.
The silence broke abruptly when the glittery man with that goddamn shiny hair removed his hand from his face and fluttered it in obvious annoyance. A scowl darkened his features and although Kris was sat, nearly hidden in the corner, he saw the man snap at someone by his feet. Allison slid round the room to Kris' side, a frown now gracing her face.
A blonde girl Kris recognised as Megan was by the man's side, arms waving as she clearly tried to explain something. The man didn't seem satisfied, jerking his head and clicking his fingers. He looked beautiful when he snarled Kris decided; when that pink upper lip curled and showed sharp white teeth.
Words began to drift over from the frantic conversations Megan and this man were having. Kris winced a little at the man's increasingly biting tone. As suddenly as it had started the argument ceased and everyone froze. The man pulled himself up to his full height, folding his arms across his chest. Although the sunglasses hid his eyes from view, Kris know he was glaring at the crowd spread in front of him.
"Out. All of you. Get the fuck out of my apartment."
Kris blinked. So this was Adam.
"NOW!"
The room acted immediately, those who weren't out their face helping those who were towards the lift. There was noise but only hushed whispers. Kris rose with the rest but Allison grabbed his hand, whispering in his ear that he could stay since he was with her. Kris wasn't sure if he wanted to stay. Not if this was the way Adam treated those around him.
But when they turned back to the room, Adam had disappeared. Megan was slumped on one of the battered couches. Kris sat down beside her, pulling her into his side, taking up Allison's offer of a smoke. He feigned interest in their conversation for a while until the pot took hold and he fell asleep.
---
Kris started on his way home when the streets were beginning to show signs of life. He took the stairs so to not wake the others with the noise from the lift. Upon reaching the ground floor he paused at the security door, looking through the dirty glass pane in the centre as he shrugged his jacket on to shield himself from the rain and pressed his palm against the metal pad on the door.
"Wait."
Kris started, having not noticed anybody else in the vicinity. He turned in seemly slow motion, freezing when he saw the voice belonged to the leather clad beauty in the sunglasses and nail polish. Adam.
"Name?" Kris stuttered at being addressed directly, and then blushed instantly at his lack of composure.
"Kris. Kris Allen." The dark creature's facial expression remained impassive. Kris found himself being intimated by the one-way stare of the other man's sunglasses and dropped his gaze automatically to the floor.
"You weren't here when I left for LA." Kris blinked, unsure whether the man was actually looking for an answer.
"No. Allison brought me. She said it'd be okay." The man's wonderfully full lips lifted at one corner in a smirk.
"I see." The sunglasses continue to bore into Kris' very soul. He felt like he was caught like a rabbits in car headlights, unable to move at the awkwardness surrounding him.
"Um, I guess I'll see you around," Kris mumbled, shoving the door open in haste and tripping down the few steps as a result. He flicked a glance back over his shoulder and immediately wished he hadn't. The man was still watching him and as Kris let go of the door behind him, the man lifted a hand and fluttered his fingers in a sarcastic wave, nail polish shimmering.
A milk van rattled past Kris as he walked and a paperboy nodded a sleepy hello as he cycled through his round. The boy left a messy trail of leaflets that fluttered in his wake and settled in the puddles along the kerbs but Kris barely noticed; his thoughts were entirely elsewhere.
Whilst Kris wasn't exactly new to the world of sex, drugs, glitter, rock ‘n' roll, he was new to the sheer unadulterated fabulous Adam oozed. This fabulous glittering man was the centre of this world and from Kris' position; it looked like the sun could burn everything around it.
---
Three weeks later, Kris finds himself in Adam's studio being photographed by the man himself. Kris didn't go to Adam's for four days after they met in the entrance hall but Allison insisted on Kris' presence at her photoshoot with Adam. Kris had given in, knowing how much she wanted to dress up and be photographed in fabulous clothes.
Brad, who's unofficial title appeared to be that of ‘stylist' and he was working that shit to the max. Kris nearly cried with laughter at some of the outfits Brad pulled off the rack for Allison to wear. The disbelief on Allison's face was priceless and Brad was starting to get pissed that she was refusing everything he suggested on the basis that she didn't want to look like a stripper.
Adam walked in then, clocked Brad and Allison's disagreement and snapped.
"She'll wear what she has on. I don't want her looking like something she's not. She's not a fucking prostitute."
Allison looked relieved and stepped from the partition onto Adam's stark white set. Adam nodded at Kris, a brief smile flitting across his lips. Kris mutter a "hi" and commenced some serious lounging back against the wall, watching as Allison struck poses under Adam's constant guidance. He had her working the camera like crazy.
As Kris watched Adam work, Kris realised that Adam had a vision. He knew what he wanted out of Allison, he had her showing off her personality and each image he shot was genuine. Over the past three weeks, Kris had watched the way Adam photographed each person who'd lain across his floor that night he'd returned from LA. Adam had chosen his favourite photo of each person and had strung a line of pictures down the length of the main room.
The colourful collection of characters saw drunks, junkies, whores and the downright fabulous represented. Looking at each photo, each person
"Last frame sweetie, go for it."
Kris grinned as Allison titled her head to one side, pouting ridiculously and throwing her hands up above her head. Adam laughed a deep throaty chuckle and Kris glanced sideways at him, just in time for Adam to turn and catch his eye. Kris ducked his head when Adam winked. Kris looked away, the heat rising in his face. Brad rolled his eyes at him, but he was laughing.
Kris found Brad thoroughly entertaining and they often sat up smoking and talking late into the night. He knew Brad hadn't enjoyed the looks Adam gave Kris at first but now he seem almost encouraging and Kris liked that, he knew Adam trusted Brad.
---
Two days later, Kris was straining at the metal holding him to Adam's headboard. Adam had thrown a crazy party, packing out the apartment to capacity. Kris was fucked, his brain processing fleeting moments. And he certainly couldn't remember how he'd ended up in Adam's huge bed. But with those lips round the head of his cock, he didn't give a flying fuck.