FIC: The Game - Part 4
Title: The Game
Author: ragman_rip
Pairing(s): Adam/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Extreme violence, language, prostitution, gunplay, object insertion, some gore, angst, non-con (once).
Word count: 24,570 (not including Spanish and Portuguese translations at the end).
Summary: Adam Lambert needs a vacation between the U.S. Glam Nation tour, and the European/Asian leg of the tour. Lane sends him to Rio de Janeiro to relax, but a fresh new sense of adventure leads Adam away from the cozy hotel and his beach plans. Embarking on an exotic sex fantasy, he gets a lot more than he paid for when he meets a young Brazilian man on the run from dangerous enemies.
Disclaimer: While I invented the OMC, Adam Lambert (or any of his mentioned or featured friends) does not belong to me, and this is utterly a work of fiction. Also, I adore Adam, so I’m not out to “do terrible things” to him in any way. It’s just an adventure tale with a few dark corners, for your entertainment. Not making a dime off of it, either. Please don’t repost in other places without permission, or tweet it to him (yikes). Thanks.
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A/N: BIG thanks to my betas, @AuntieMaim, @Ranmaru_san, and @Flynnsgirl; this would have been real hard to read without them! Any mistakes that remain are my own.
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Warm lips pressed to his bare shoulder as fingers moved through his hair, stroking and combing through the messy black shaggy spikes. Adam groaned and shifted, but remained on his belly, his arms crushing the ragged thin pillow as he buried his face in it. Slow and gentle, the lips kissed his skin again, drifting toward his spine.
The blanket was pulled away from his body and he shivered, though the room was warm. Hands settled, one on the bed between his arm and ribs, the other on his shoulder. He began to sink back into sleep until the tongue licked his spine. Turning his head, his eyes opened, but all he saw was a muscular arm full of fanciful ink.
Then the tongue started a trail of want down his spine, the body over him moving, shifting down. The wet touch was warm at first, and then cooled in the air. It defined him, a hot line down to his ass, where fingers were opening him, exposing him.
“Oooh….”
A quiet voice spoke to him in Spanish, the words beautiful, lyrical. When the words stopped, the tongue returned, lapping at his hole. It pressed a little, and Adam held his breath only to lose the air in a rush when it worked itself in, a wet hot wriggle that made him writhe.
His skull was still tender, but he didn’t care about it anymore as his trapped cock hardened under him.
The tongue left his body but then a finger was pressed to the sensitive skin behind his balls.
At his hips, Mateo muttered, “It is my turn, I think.”
“Fuck, yes… fuck me.” He was jolted out of his sensual stupor a moment later when he heard the man start to spit. “Wait, baby, wait - my jeans, the lube’s in a pocket… and condoms. There,” he said with a waggle of fingers and vague pointing.
With a chuckle, Mateo moved to fetch his pants and rifle through the pockets. “Was going to lick your pink hole from the inside out some more, but if you want me to rush….”
Grinning against the pillow, Adam sighed and relaxed. “That sounds wonderful.”
“Lift your knee.” Fingers pressed behind it, and he let them guide him, guessing it would be worth it.
Mateo’s mouth returned to his ass, a hand reaching under him to squeeze his balls gently and tease his cock.
“Oh, yeah, baby… yes… fuck….”
A finger slipped between his cheeks, slicked with lube. The sharp, clean scent of it made Adam’s cock harden more, almost painfully. The tongue left him, but the finger replaced it, and then another. They didn’t have his finesse, but knew how to gently work that clench of muscle into taking them inside.
Adam caught a breath before it could escape as a high whine of need. Mateo’s fingers stretched him, made him ready, as his other hand stroked Adam’s cock in slow, agonizing slides of skin on skin.
“I can’t… I can’t wait, baby please. Come on, fuck me… I need to feel you, you need to… just… fuck me….”
Mateo’s hands left him all at once, his body shifting. Adam almost spoke once more, to ask why, maybe to beg. Turning his head when he heard foil tear, he held his breath again and drank in the sight of the condom rolling down that pretty dick.
Moving over Adam’s body, those strong fingers spread his legs wide so Mateo could lie between them.
Adam held himself still, forcing himself to breathe. The first push felt like a warning shot, as if the man was waiting to see if Adam was too dizzy or sick after all.
“I won’t break, damn it,” the singer ground out, almost in a hiss.
“No?” came the answer, full of humor and heat. “Let us see if you will.” Mateo pushed again, fast, a thrust that sent his balls slapping against Adam’s ass.
The feel of it, another man’s cock pressing in, thrusting inside his body, filling him up, was all the more exquisite for being the first time in a long time he’d allowed anyone to top him. He wasn’t going to regret it, either; not one ragged, panting moment of it.
“More, deeper….”
Mateo’s smile was wiped away into another kiss on his shoulder.
“Bite it,” Adam urged.
Teeth gripped his flesh, pressed down in a delicious pinch. Adam sucked in his breath, feeling his body shudder as the bite became the shadow of pain.
Over and over, he was filled, the sharp drag back out just as delicious. He wanted to rise, get up on hands and knees; but Mateo’s weight held him down, and that felt amazing, so he gripped the sheets and simply took it.
When his cock was gripped and squeezed again, Mateo’s fingers smearing the slick of precum over the head, he almost cried out in surprise at the intensity of the sensation.
“Up, on your knees,” Mateo ordered, words clipped and brusque. His hands moved to grip Adam’s hips, and then he pulled himself free.
“Shit, yes….”
Adam jerked up onto his hands and knees too fast and with a rolling thump his headache returned, but he ignored it. His ass ached, but all he wanted was to feel that too-full pressure piercing his body again. For a blinding moment, he wanted that invasion of flesh more than his own release.
“Hurry, fuck, come on!”
Mateo’s hand settled on Adam’s back, the other holding his cock to guide it back in, the tip teasing Adam’s hole. The thought of what they must look like made Adam wish for a mirror.
“Fuck, do it! I want it!”
“Pushy Americans,” Mateo responded, but his deep chuckle sounded after the words.
Adam grinned, braced his hands, and shoved himself backward onto that swollen cock right up to the ring of fingers that had been holding it steady for a thrust. The rush of exhaled breath over him made him laugh.
“I take what I want, remember?”
“Dios me ayuda, usted se siente bien….”
Adam gritted his teeth as it pushed deeper again, the angle making it different. That thought made him wish they could try every position he knew before it was over, but his headache wouldn’t let him enjoy it.
When Mateo reached for Adam’s cock again, the singer shook his head and batted the hand away. “Just hold on and fuck, baby, I got this.”
Mateo’s grunt of agreement made him smile again until the intense pleasure wiped it off of his face, his mouth opening in shock.
Letting his head drop, he watched his hand stroke his cock as the thick thighs behind him moved, the man’s heavy balls smacking his ass as each thrust felt like it might split him. Fingers dug into Adam’s hips so hard he would probably bruise, but he wanted that - he wanted it all.
Mateo’s hips snapped again and again, seeming to drive impossibly deeper each time. Adam slowed his hand, wanting it to last. His shoulder ached, and the arm that was propping him up had started to tremble.
Another flood of clipped and passionate Spanish broke out of his companion, and Adam wished he knew what Mateo was saying.
“Come on, harder, making me crazy, baby, need it so bad….”
The man’s hands gripped tighter, his hips snapped once more, and then he was coming. Adam nearly abused his aching cock to get it to blow before it was all over. When it hit him, he came so hard he almost missed catching the slick in his hand.
Mateo set a hand to his back again and slowly pulled free of Adam’s body. The loss of the pressure made Adam bite his lower lip, wanting it to continue.
Once the man moved to his side, Adam slowly lowered himself to his stomach. A groan escaped his lips as his headache kicked in through the hazy afterglow, the pain almost making him dizzy. Even the mattress shifting when Mateo got up made fresh pain bloom and pound behind his eyes.
Adam flinched and then sighed as a cool wet washcloth began to clean him up. Mateo even took his wrist and wiped his hand once Adam remembered to open his fist.
“Turn on your side, face me,” Mateo whispered.
Adam groaned again as he turned, and when the cold bandana full of ice settled gently over his forehead, he drew in a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. Beginning to relax, he felt the headache retreat slightly.
“That feels good.”
Mateo didn’t answer, but Adam could feel him watching over him. The ice pack was shifted to his temple before moving to the bump on the side of his head.
“You do this for him, don’t you; I mean - take care of him if he’s hurt… your brother.”
“Taking care, yes; that is what brothers do.”
“I mostly fought with my little brother. It’s better now, I guess.” Adam reached out and set his palm on Mateo’s thigh. “Tell me about Julio. Do you get along?”
“You should sleep. Tomorrow, if you are better, we can plan what to do.”
Adam pressed his lips together a moment in frustration. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about him.”
“Good.” Mateo moved the ice pack to the bump on top of Adam’s head.
“Man of mystery, huh?”
“The less you know of our world the better you will be.”
“I’m not just some asshole who expects the world to be glitter and light because I’d like it to be.”
Grasping Adam’s hand, Mateo placed it on the ice pack and sat up, his back to the singer. He was silent for a long time, but Adam didn’t speak again. He hoped, if given space and peace, that the younger man would open up to him a little. Finally, the singer set his palm against the small of Mateo’s back, his thumb caressing over the tangled ink of another dark tattoo.
When it came, Mateo’s voice was soft, full of sorrow and heavy regret.
“I am not a good man, not a nice man; I kill if I must. Our family is gone; Julio is my family now. I used to work like these dogs that take money from Rodrigues, I worked for a man like him. Julio thought it was… exciting, like a movie. I knew I would be killed in that life and I stopped. I work in a fish market. Julio wanted this exciting life. When Rodrigues ran him off, he went to that… burdel… este lugar en donde compran el sexo.”
Adam moved to sit up behind him, the ice forgotten in his hand as he rested his cheek on Mateo’s back. “The ah… brothel? I don’t understand you, I’m sorry.”
“Yes, this place, where they buy sex.”
Shying away from the twisting guilt in his guts over his part in that, Adam tried to see the building and its female hostess or madam in a different light.
“Those men were chasing you, and they really broke down that door to get into the place. If they knew it was connected with Julio….” Adam shifted through tequila fogged memories of his time in that parlor, as he sat there and looked through the photo album. “That woman sent me upstairs knowing I was asking for Julio. She hesitated when I pointed him out. I remember that…. She hesitated. Why would she do that?”
“This woman, I don’t know these people, American.”
“Adam, baby… call me Adam.” Adam kissed the man’s shoulder absently, and then shivered at a drip of cold water on his thigh. Remembering the ice, he pressed the slushy cloth back against his head. “Anyone in her book, she should have been able to send upstairs; but she had to think about Julio. Maybe he wasn’t there? Or, wait… maybe she was protecting him and had to decide if I was safe, like a legitimate tourist, not someone working for Rodrigues?”
Mateo let out a bitter laugh. “They would not think you worked for those men.”
“Well obviously, since I bathe regularly; usually….”
“Amer - Adam… you talk like a movie. This is not a movie.”
“I know it sounds nuts, but I think I’m on to something. Why would she hesitate? Either she was protecting him, or she wasn’t sure she could get him to show.”
“How does this help me find Julio?”
“How will it help us find him, you mean. I’m going to help you find him.”
“No. You can’t deal with these men.”
“I’m not going to deal with them. I need to get back to where a taxi can pick me up. A taxi dropped me off at that brothel place. You help me get there, and we can ask that woman about Julio. She hesitated; that tells me she knew something.” Adam grinned when Mateo turned his head to look at him. Uncurling his legs, Adam rose up on his knees and pressed against the man’s smooth inked back to kiss his unresponsive lips. “I know, I’m a crazy American; but I’m right about this, I know I am.”
“Even to leave this room, you take a risk.”
“Well I was kidding about learning to like it; I have a world tour to start in a few days.”
“You are singer, big rock star?”
“I’m working on that, yeah. Did you ever watch American Idol?”
Mateo shook his head as he turned, moving Adam backward on the mattress. His calloused hands took the dripping cloth of ice from the singer and pushed him down onto his back.
Adam was about to speak when Mateo held the cloth over his bare stomach and let the cold water drip on his skin. Watching that hand, Adam felt the other one sliding up his thigh. He drew in a deep breath and released it slowly, trying and failing to avoid shuddering at the touch of the cold droplets of water.
“You are strange, American. Why do you care about my brother?”
Adam closed his eyes, taking in the different sensations of hot fingers and cold water. His cock was half awake before the hand closed around it.
“I guess I feel kind of responsible….”
“All you did was pick out a photo.”
Adam gasped, his eyes snapping open, when the cloth full of melting ice was put on his stomach. He reached to grab it, but only struck and held onto Mateo’s forearm as the man opened the cloth and picked out a piece of ice.
“What are you doing?”
“Open your legs,” Mateo told him, his voice a husky command. He put the ice in his mouth for a few seconds, and then held it up to show Adam how smooth it was, cold and dripping.
“Oh my God,” Adam whispered. Without hesitation, he spread his legs and let his bent knees fall wide, shivering from the chill of the small cubes on his stomach. “Baby, yes….”
It felt so cold, his body twitched, but the thought of it ramped up his heartbeat until he was opening his thighs wider. The ice, shaped like a small slice of tangerine, was pressed to the warm skin of his hole. Water dripped down the crack of his ass.
Mateo’s other hand selected another piece, his mouth smoothing it, and this one was placed on his balls, the fingers holding it there when Adam couldn’t stay still. Before the singer could gasp a second time, the ice was pressed inside him, sliding with little resistance into his heat.
“Shit, that’s weird…. It feels so good….” Adam shivered again as another piece was selected, its rough edges smoothed, its slick and dripping cold inserted into his hole.
Letting the melted water drip from his balls, Mateo picked up the cloth and began to methodically slide each smoothed piece inside Adam’s body. Each time, it was a shock and the feel of them melting inside of him slowly began to sharpen his desire into an almost painful lust.
“Fuck, Mateo… that’s so…. Baby, I need….” He cried out when Mateo urged him to close his legs, and the rest of the ice on the cloth was laid on his balls. “Shit, that’s too cold, too much…. Hang on….”
“It will melt.”
Adam stared down the length of his trembling body and watched Mateo produce a foil pack as if from thin air. Tearing it in his teeth, he rolled it over the singer’s leaking dick. Huffing with the effort to stay still, Adam’s hands touched the younger man everywhere as he straddled his hips.
Mateo leaned forward over him. “Open me.”
He didn’t see the lube, and too breaths later didn’t care about it. Spitting on his fingers, he spread Mateo’s cheeks and found his hole, working them in as fast as he could without hurting the man.
The angle was difficult, but his partner didn’t seem too concerned if he was ready enough or not. When he sat up, Adam yanked his fingers free and tried to remember to breathe as Mateo reached for his cock and nearly shoved it into his ass.
Tight heat gripped his cock as cold ice melted on his balls and in his ass. The combination, while it lasted, drove him to buck his hips under the powerful piston movement of Mateo’s thighs.
Adam hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes again, half-drunk with heat, until a drip of slick precum fell on his belly. Opening his eyes, he sucked in a short breath at the sight of the powerful body over his, limned in the dim glow of the lamp.
Mateo’s hands were on his inked thighs, his heavy dick jutting out over Adam’s body. The tip was shining and swollen with lust as it bobbed there, dripping. The soft press and slap of his balls as his body worked itself on and off of Adam’s cock was enough to make him crazy.
“Shit, that’s so good, baby, so fucking good….” Adam reached out and wrapped his fingers around that sweet dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. Mateo’s black eyes went wide, pupils blown, as Adam began to jack him.
The ice was melted away and the chilled cloth that had held it had slipped off of his balls with Mateo’s efforts. Adam was sorry for the loss of that sensation, though the phantom of the feeling lingered inside his body.
Mateo’s thrusts were relentless, his body glistening with sweat. Wanting to touch it, Adam let his fingers explore the muscular abdomen, his nails lightly scraping and smearing the beaded sweat while his other hand worked the man into a frenzy.
Adam’s orgasm shocked him after feeling it build forever, yet deliciously it had never seemed to peak. He arched his back, pushing his hips up to drive his cock deeper as it shuddered inside that vise of heat.
Mateo slumped forward, back bowed, as he came a few moments after. The pearly cum jetted out over Adam’s skin, coating his fingers.
“Holy shit,” Adam gasped out between short gulped breaths.
“I know my… talents, too… Adam.”
“Fuck yeah, you do. Get down here, because if I don’t kiss you in five seconds flat, I might explode.”
Mateo leaned forward, hands on Adam’s shoulders, and let the singer’s cock slide out of his ass. Moving one leg, he collapsed at Adam’s side on his back.
Adam rolled until his body was tilted half on the younger man’s hip and thigh. Grasping Mateo’s throat, Adam leaned down and kissed him, pushing his tongue into his mouth in a demand for more. Mateo finally surrendered a span of minutes later and relaxed in his hold. Deciding that meant he had won, Adam let him up for air.
“The ice…. I’ve never had someone stick ice cubes up my ass.”
Mateo smiled, his breathing still ragged. “I used to do that as a boy. It was hot, and the ice felt good.”
“Oh it was hot,” Adam agreed and laughed.
“Now will you sleep?”
“Yeah…. I don’t think my body’s going to give me a vote after that workout.”
“Sleep as much as you can. I want to leave this place in the heat of the day.”
Sitting up to tug off the condom and tie it, he dropped it on the floor by the bed. “I don’t even know if it’s night or day. How long was I asleep?”
“It is night. You slept through the day. We can’t stay here long, there are few supplies.”
Adam nodded, but tried not to think about leaving, or about those men finding them again.
Warm fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I will wet the cloth….”
“After all that? No way. Lie quiet, baby, relax.
Rising with effort, ignoring the dull roar in his head, Adam managed to find the washcloth at the foot of the bed.
For my next trick, I’ll get to the bathroom without running into anything or tripping over my own feet.
Cleaning himself up quickly, Adam rinsed the washcloth and brought it back to the bed. He took his time wiping the mess away from his companion’s perfect skin, and then stumbled back to toss the cloth into the narrow sink. Turning to lean one hip against the cool porcelain, Adam crossed his arms over his chest.
I wonder if Lane has people looking for me. I guess if anyone found my phone, they’ve sold it or worse. Frowning, his shoulders slumped. Don’t be stupid, no one’s looking. Lane thought I was headed for a club last night. When I turned out to be a no-show this morning for our call, she would assume I met someone.
Adam forced himself to move, to return to his mysterious lover and sleep. Yet lying beside Mateo as the younger man slept, Adam couldn’t relax.
What if they are looking for me, and they think something happened? Sighing, he closed his eyes. Something did happen; I just hope I live to tell the tale.
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