The Proposal 8 / 10
Part 8
Kradam. Ah the lovely boys again. Not mine obviously, only each others.
OK moving on with the story now and we are nearing the end of the tour when things start to get real for our boys. Thanks for all the great comments so far - hope you enjoy this part as much as the rest of the story.
This is a ten part fic mostly from Adam's POV and I have it all written up already, but need to still post in parts due to the fact its too long otherwise. Anyway the suspense is better that way! But at least you will get updates very quickly. The story mostly centres around the LA show in response to requests from my Glittery friends over at Gossip Candy, but then moves on to the end of the tour because thats the way the muse took it.
Rating: definitely NC 17 overall for both sex and language.
Warning: Matt stans should note that he is not protrayed sympathetically in this fic. Sorry but I needed a villain and it just worked out that way. Also I have no Beta so please don't bite me if you spot some small mistakes!
Part 1 sissygalore.livejournal.com/1606.html
Part 2 sissygalore.livejournal.com/1956.html
Part 3 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2138.html
Part 4 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2341.html
Part 5 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2604.html
Part 6 sissygalore.livejournal.com/3062.html
Part 7 sissygalore.livejournal.com/3118.html
The Proposal - Part 8
Adam shuddered. He shook himself out of his delicious reverie as the lights went down signalling that Hey Jude was about to begin. He needed to get to his cue spot, like now. As he turned to make his way to the base of the stairs for the group entry, still in a trance from Kris' electric performance and the imprint of sex it had left on his brain. He almost slammed straight into Matt. Shocked and slightly dazed, it took Adam a few seconds to register it even was Matt and not one of the Techs. His presence had gone totally unnoticed just a couple of feet away from him and Matt's face held a strange smirk that Adam did not like the look of. Shit, Adam thought, how long had Matt been stood there? This is not what I need right now. Typical! It would be Matt who saw him watching Kris that way.
Adam frowned. He wasn't stupid. He knew what he must have looked like gazing at Kris singing his heart out on stage, singing to him. He started to push past in the confined space with a strained smile and slight nod, but Matt gripped his arm and started to walk along with him. Adam did not like where this seemed to be going at all.
'Enjoy yourself back there did you Adam?' Matt's voice leered at him, not exactly friendly. Adam glanced at him. His eyes were jeering and accusing. No, not friendly at all.
Adam stopped, looked down at Matt's hand on his arm pointedly, and looked back into his eyes, narrowing his gaze. Matt dropped his hand from Adam's arm like it was hot.
'If you have something to say Matty, you have about two seconds before we need to be up on those stairs for our cue' Adam levelled at him coolly and carried on walking.
'I know what's going on with you and Kris' Matt rushed out seemingly caught off guard. Adam stopped dead in his tracks, whirled round to face Matt and almost spat the words in his face. 'Just what is that supposed to mean?'
Adam glaring down on him, eyes glittering in the reflected light from the stage behind them, caused Matt to stutter slightly. 'I, er, I know you're fucking each other' Matt blurted out, wary eyes slipping past Adam's penetrating gaze.
'Oh are we!' Adam took a half step towards Matt, causing him to move back slightly. Adam was royally pissed now. Pushing his body darkly towards Matt he hissed 'Well honey, quite frankly that is none of your business. And until you have some kind of proof maybe you should keep those pervy little thoughts to yourself straight boy.'
Matt jerked his head back in surprise at the force of Adam's anger full in his face, almost causing him to loose his balance and grab on to the railing for support. Matt had never seen Adam this angry before, ever. Adam just curled his lip and sneered at him, turned on his heel and stalked off to the cue point without a backward glance.
Inside Adam's mind was working overtime. Fuck, fuck, fuck! he thought kicking himself, I shouldn't have lost it just now with that little shit. That's all I need right now, Matt sticking his nose in when Kris and I haven't even worked out how we are going to handle this. No one even knew about them apart from Katy and a couple of his closest friends. And his brother of course. Sure some of the Idols might suspect. He had caught Anoop and Lil giving them sidelong glances sometimes when he and Kris were being particularly flirty with each other. And Kris' family knew about him and Katy splitting up, but that was all.
Adam had known deep down that asking Kris to live with him after the tour ended had been little more than a pipe dream. He knew they couldn't come out right now, but he had wanted to make a statement to Kris, show how serious he was. It had kind of worked too because since that night things had started to seem, well, more real between them somehow. And Katy had stopped being quite so angry and had even come to a few of the concerts and a couple of the group outings like she had promised, keeping up appearances. Realistically he knew a divorce was a long way down the road. Arkansas wasn't California Adam mused; eighteen months before decree absolute! What the fuck?
Things were still strained between Katy and Kris though and Adam had studiously avoided being anywhere near her vicinity on the rare occasions she was around. Once or twice he had got cornered to pose for a picture with her but they could both suck it up for 30 seconds at a time. Adam had a lot of sympathy for Katy. He had been in her position too once, willing to walk away and never have Kris in his life. But Kris had made his choice and it hadn't been Katy in the end, it had been Adam.
And so Katy and Kris had eventually come to some sort of mutual understanding brokered through long hours on the phone every night. Katy was moving to LA. In fact she had already started house hunting with Drake helping her out in the unfamiliar city. Adam smiled a small grateful smile, Drake had been a good friend to him. Outwardly Katy was there to support Kris but a lot of TV execs had been getting calls from Adam recently followed by head shots of Katy arriving in the post the next day. It was the least he could do Adam thought with a grimace, but it was difficult when everything had to go via Kris. Katy still would not talk to him willingly. So Kris was gay? So what? That didn't make it hurt any the less for Katy, Adam thought sadly. He liked Katy, had tried to make it OK for her, but it still pained him when she wouldn't look at him the few times they were together in a room full of people. He didn't expect any different though. He would feel the same in her shoes.
But Adam had started to hope for real this time. With Kris in LA and Katy there too, Adam knew that even if they couldn't be open about their relationship Kris would be spending a lot more time at Adam's apartment that he ever would at his own. It hurt Adam to think about how they had to hide away after all the shit he had gone through just to be open with his own sexuality. Why the fuck did it matter anyway he muttered vehemently to himself.
But he knew that it did. This was a different situation entirely. As far as everyone was concerned Kris was still married to the cute little chick from Arkansas and the whole Brangelina scenario had popped into Adam's head more than once recently. He knew the fallout could devastate Kris. Could even destroy their relationship. He desperately wanted to avoid that kind of media frenzy if at all possible.
But Matt? Shit. Now he could be dangerous Adam mused. Matt's jealousy had always been a thorn under Adam's skin. He had tried to ignore it since the early days back on Idol but sometimes he just couldn't help throwing a slight dig in Matt's direction when a particularly barbed comment had rushed out of Matt's unguarded mouth. Being called things like Queen of the Hour wasn't exactly a compliment he thought dryly. And the looks Matt threw Adam sometimes were just out of control. Did he think he didn't notice? Matt hadn't peek Adam's gaydar over much to begin with, but the jealously he had shown towards Adam and Kris becoming a tight little unit had a tinge to it that had made Adam wonder sometimes. Was it just all the fan attention that he and Kris got? Or was there something more to it that Matt was careful to hide?
As Adam cued up to walk on stage once more at the head of the Idol line he threw all dark thoughts to one side as he caught Kris beaming directly at him. Kris' eyes burned into Adam's as his voice rang out bright and clear, rocking and bouncing his small frame towards him as Adam walked smiling to stand by his lover's side. God, Adam thought, turning directly to sing his lines to Kris, he would never get tired of the way Kris looked at him. No one was going to ruin what they had, especially not Matt.
The whole performance that night had been one of the best of the tour. They were so near the end now and everyone in the group was buzzing and laughing and rolling into each other as they made their way off the stage. Adam usually walked off first after Don't Stop Believing, but Kris always caught up to him even if he stayed back a few moments to joke or banter with Anoop or Allison or Matt on the steps. It was just one of their rituals. Kris was always reluctant to leave the stage at the end of the show, he loved the buzz from the crowd, but then he would always rush to be by Adam's side after the lights went down.
Adam felt Kris' hand on his back and turned with an indulgent smile to throw his arm round Kris' shoulders, planting a small kiss on the top of his head. Kris pushed him back playfully and jostled against him, starting their usual nudging routine, shoving Adam slightly and throwing him a huge grin. There was no meet and greet that night and no hotel either. The schedule dictated that they would have to get straight on the buses and endure a five hour drive through the night to the next city before they could collapse into a cool bed and a hot shower for an hour or two. The they would start the sound check all over again. Oh God, what joy! Adam was not looking forward to it. A whole twenty four hours before they got to relax properly. Again.
It became obvious very quickly that Kris could not wait that long to get Adam alone. Grabbing Adam's hand Kris tugged him back slightly to let all their shouting giggling friends stagger pass them in the corridor. Suddenly Adam was being jostled against a doorway and Kris' laughing face was pushing up into his own. Kris reached behind Adam and tried the door handle surreptitiously and a look of surprise and pleasure flashed across his upturned face. It opened.
Shoving Adam playfully through the doorway with his shoulder Kris muttered 'Get in that closet Lambert' with a low chuckle. The surprise move caught Adam off guard. He stumbled slightly into the small dark room before finding his balance and spinning round easily to catch Kris around the waist, pulling him into a quick kiss. Giggling and panting slightly Kris pressed himself back against Adam and something knocked to the ground from the shelf behind him with a muffled clatter.
'Kris! Behave yourself!' Adam grinned against Kris' hot mouth as he sought out his bearings in the dark, keeping both arms wrapped around Kris' waist as he hugged him into a firmer embrace.
'I like being in the closet with you baby' Kris murmured against Adam's neck as his hands dipped down behind to pull their hips tight together, grinding against Adam's thigh.
'Stop it!' growled Adam with a low laugh, obviously not meaning a word as he rocked against Kris and pushed his head back to lick a thick stripe up the nape of his lover's neck to behind his ear. Kris shuddered and staggered again, pushing Adam back further, causing them to slide against hard metal shelving full of products and plastic bottles until they hit solid wall in the corner of the small room with a jolt.
'If you want me to stop then you definitely shouldn't do that Adam' Kris huffed, leaning into Adam to bite and kiss against the soft skin of his neck as he unbuttoned Adam's shirt with one hand while pushing the heel of his other palm against his large firming bulge.
'Oh fuck Kris! We don't have time for this now baby' Adam hissed through clenched teeth, trying and failing to resist the delicious pressure. 'We have to be on the bus in twenty, and I don't want to walk over there with a fucking hard on.'
'Yeah I know sweetie, your hard ons aren't exactly discreet are they?' Kris half laughed half moaned, nestling his forehead into Adam's chest. 'Let me take care of it now for you. C'mon. I'll be quick.'
Without waiting for a reply Kris popped the top button of his denim's and Adam felt Kris' hand shove down against his tightening stomach to grip his now straining cock. Adam shivered at the touch of Kris' firm hand moving to grip and circle him, moving fast up and down, stage sweat slicking the slide of his hand. Bracing his back against the wall Adam pushed his leg forward and dragged Kris up towards him with one arm firm around his waist so he was straddled high along Adam's thigh. He pushed his tongue roughly through Kris' parted lips relishing the feel of his leg rocking against Kris, grinding against his erection as he kissed him raggedly, possessively.
Using his free hand Adam started to pull the zip and yank apart Kris' jeans to greedily envelope him, moving fast and hard to get Kris off as soon as possible. He knew they didn't have much time. Adam felt his belt slip down as Kris pulled his shirt open, nipping and kissing at his skin, exposing him completely to Kris' insistent pumping hand.
'Oh fuck, you're gorgeous baby' Adam groaned, licking into Kris' hot open mouth, tugging and rocking him back and forth, feeling Kris' tight body buck over and over against him as they worked furiously on each other.
Suddenly there was a bright blinding flash, then another, piercing the darkness. Adam froze on instinct, grabbing Kris close to pull him in protectively.
'Too late Lambert' came the smirking familiar voice from the open doorway. 'You said evidence, I got evidence' the voice laughed as it skittered away down the corridor.
Adam looked down into Kris' scared wide upturned face, his body suddenly small and trembling against him. He cursed silently. 'Matt. The little fucker.'