Fic: When the Line is Crossed [Lamkey, nc-17, one-shot]
Title: When the Line is Crossed
Author: Zach // tinkertoo
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Danny Gokey
Rating: nc-17
Summary: You don't know that I know, you watch me every night. And I just can't resist the urge to stand here in the light
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Danny or Adam, or anything to do with them other than tickets to see them perform xP. This is all fiction. Title, summary, and cut text are lyrics from the song I Get Off by Halestorm, which this is based on.
A/N: The idea was eating my brain after listening to the song I Get Off, so I just wrote it. It's better if read while listening to the song, so I uploaded it here for anyone that wants it.
It was creepy at first. Of course, who wouldn’t be creeped out by the feeling of being watched and then the realization that, yes, there were eyes peeking in on every move?
That first time, he should’ve stopped it. Should’ve gone right across the mansion and knocked and his door and said “Stop watching me, it’s creepy.” Or at the very least, he should’ve closed his curtains.
But it was also exhilarating. Those eyes on him, at the time he didn’t know which competitor they belonged to but he could guess, considering one was married and one had pictures of himself and another guy in comprising positions posted all over the internet. It made him feel...well, he wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was good.
At first, he just kind of went about his business like normal. Adam was watching him, no big deal; it wasn’t like he was peeking in on private moments.
But then he was. Danny had just gotten out of the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist and he was fumbling around the room in an attempt to figure out where he’d laid his glasses when he had that feeling again. Like he was being watched.
Glasses located, he oh so casually dared a glance out his window. He physically acted as if he saw nothing, but mentally...he was torn between ’close the curtains now!’ and ’he’s watching me...like this.’ He should’ve listened to the first voice, the voice of reason, but the voice of curiosity took over. But really, he reasoned, who wouldn’t be curious to test the boundaries with someone watching their every move and... reacting to it. ’A sane person’ his mind told him, but he ignored it.
There was a mirror in his room, positioned rather close to the window. He could see Adam through it, or at least make out his form as he was trying to be hidden. It was a test. Really, just plain curiosity drove his next act, nothing more. He casually let the white fluffy towel slip from his waist and he chanced a look at the mirror. Adam’s eyes were on him and oh god, his hands had moved and...though they were hidden, Danny could easily tell what the other male was doing. He swallowed a lump in his throat, forcing himself to appear calm. Adam had no clue he knew that he was being watched, and, for some really odd reason, Danny wanted to keep it that way.
He walked the short distance to his dresser, being sure to add a little extra sway - purely to see the reaction, of course. He could see Adam’s arm moving and... wow, that mental image should’ve grossed him out, but instead he was intrigued. He found himself wishing that Adam’s window was a bit lower, that he could see more. Before he could stop his mind, another mental image crossed it and he had to force himself to jerk open the dresser door and find clothes, desperately hoping Adam wouldn’t notice the change in his body, though he was pretty certain he wouldn’t mind seeing and... ’Stop it right there Danny. Get dressed and close the fucking curtain!’
As it kept going though, he got braver. He would get undressed before a shower in the main room instead of the bathroom, and would walk around in little to no clothing when he was sure those eyes were looking in again. It was so exciting, he determined that word fit best, to know that Adam watched him and, more than that, to know what it did to him to watch him. And, though it took him a while, he finally admitted to himself that he liked what Adam did to him. He liked Adam’s eyes on him and liked knowing what he was doing and... he finally admitted that he liked what it did to him to know Adam was watching.
Another night, he got even braver. He had had the feeling of being watched all day, like Adam was just waiting. He could still feel eyes peeking in every now and then trying to just see him. Tonight, he really wanted to push it, see how far Adam (and he) were really going to go.
He dimmed his lights, maybe to appear like he would be going to sleep. It wouldn’t discourage Adam; he felt eyes on him as he fell asleep all the time and knew it was also a favorite thing of the dark-haired male to watch him while he slept.
The moonlight hit his bed just right, he noted as he climbed on it, but on top of the covers, which should be the first sign for his audience of one that he wasn’t just sleeping. His face was illuminated and the light fell on the rest of his body, making it seem as if he glowed. He chanced glance up, looking as if he was making sure he was alone but really making sure he wasn’t. He caught a glimpse of Adam and yes, he was watching. He made sure to not show that he knew.
He slipped his shirt off with shaky fingers. It would appear to the watcher that he was just nervous about being heard, but it was so much more than that. His shirt hit the floor and his pants soon followed. His eyes chanced a look up again. Adam was biting his lips and Danny could see his hand slipping out of view, he knew just where it was going. He felt himself growing harder at the realization. He kicked the pants to the floor as well and slipped his own hand inside his boxers. It had been so long and, god. He bit back a moan as his hand wrapped around himself.
He soon found that this just wasn’t enough. He needed full exposure, he needed Adam to see everything. His other hand slipped the thin material from his waist and he quickly kicked it to the floor as well. Glazed eyes looked up yet again, catching sight of Adam in the window. His eyes were locked on him and arm was moving rapidly and. Danny let out a loud, low moan, eyes closing with the image of Adam burned into his mind. He imagined Adam’s hand, not his, on him; moving quickly, up and down, adding a slight twist to his wrist and making it feel just that much better. He also had the image of Adam, doing exactly the same thing just from watching him and it was enough to send him over the edge. Toes curled as that familiar yet so distant feeling of heat built up until he was seeing stars and covering his hand in warm, sticky white liquid.
As his eyes opened in a daze, he could sight of Adam’s body spasming with his eyes closed tight. Danny swore he saw his lips forming his name, but it could’ve just been a trick of the mind.
Shockingly to Danny, things weren’t weird when they were out of the mansion or just around each other. Adam was still his caring, goofy, awesome self and Danny was still his goofy and dorky self. He did interpret the glances Adam was giving him differently, but that was all. He said nothing about what had now become an almost nightly routine, and he knew Adam wouldn’t.
And nightly, he got bolder and bolder. After that first amazing night, Danny found himself wanting...no, needing more. It turned into an addiction for Danny. He just couldn’t resist it, not when he saw Adam’s reactions each time. The fact that Adam had no clue that Danny knew, it just made it more exciting. Adam was trying to hide the fact that he watched Danny and Danny had to hide the fact that he knew Adam watched him and that he loved it.
But one night, he wasn’t so careful. Sure, he always chanced glances toward the window or the mirror or whatever to make sure those eyes were still there. He just never factored in their owner catching him.
He was coming down off the most amazing orgasm yet. In his mind, Adam was right there with him. Still watching, because he liked it when Adam watched, but he was in the same room, his hand was covering Danny’s, he was assisting and it just felt so amazing.
As his eyes looked through the window, they were met with a different sight. Adam’s gaze locked on him, which was normal. But a new thing happened. His dark eyes met Adam’s deep blue ones. And not just caught a glimpse and quickly looked away, which was also normal. They caught Adam’s eyes and Adam was aware of it and Danny could see the horror filling his face and he could feel it spreading to him as well. He was caught. Adam knew, he just had to. He would know that this was all a show and he wouldn’t tune in anymore and. No. He blinked and Adam was gone, curtain to that room closed tightly so all Danny could see through the glass of his own window was black.
He inwardly cursed himself as he rushed to find his clothes. He couldn’t let this stop, he couldn’t. He threw on his jeans, no boxers, no shirt because he had time for neither, and threw open the door to his room, practically running down the long hall. He didn’t know what he would say, what he would do, he just knew he had to get there.
He was out of breath when he reached the final door in the hall. His hand beat on it rapidly, not even caring that it was late and most people were trying to sleep.
Moments later, he was met with a fully clothed and shaking Adam, who looked like he was ready to run out the front door and never come back. His face fell even more when he saw Danny.
“I’m sorry.” He said quickly. “Danny I’m so, so sorry. I just..”
“Shut up.” And he did, because Danny was never like that and it made him shake even more. He uttered another low “I’m sorry,” But Danny didn’t even acknowledge it.
“Don’t be sorry. And...” How did he even put this into words without sounding like a complete weirdo? He had to remind himself that Adam was the one watching him, was fully unaware that Danny knew anything before tonight, and he had to get the words out. “And don’t stop.” His voice was lower than he would’ve liked, more vulnerable.
Adam looked up, shock evident on all his features. “Wh-what?”
He swallowed the growing lump in his throat before finding the ability to speak again. “Don’t stop...watching.....I....I like it.” His eyes were locked on the floor, refusing to look up and face Adam. He expected him to burst into laughter, call him a freak and tell him to go away and never speak to him again.
Instead, Adam was silent for a few seconds that felt like hours. Danny could feel his eyes on him, he was so used to that now but he was sure this time they were just looking at him in disgust and contempt. “Danny...” He saw Adam’s feet move forward and was too much in shell shock to even move. He saw an arm extend toward him and finally forced his eyes up. Adam had a whole different look about him, not at all what Danny expected. His hand tentatively grazed over Danny’s chest, and he heard him let out a long breath. “Danny...” he said again, and it seemed that was the only word he knew how to speak anymore.
Danny finally caught up with what was happening. He forced himself to move forward, closer to Adam. His eyes looked to Adam’s for confirmation, making sure this really was okay, before he let his lips touch Adam’s. He felt Adam’s breath catch, as did his, but there was no way he was stopping now. He leaned in closer, kissing him again and felt both Adam’s arms around him waist, holding him to him. His own arms went around Adam’s neck and, wow, this was better than any fantasy he could ever have.
Adam pulled away, and the first thing in Danny’s head was ’Oh no, what did I do wrong?’ But Adam simply grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the still open door. And then further inside, past the first bedroom and into the second. Danny knew this scenery well, he’d secretly seen it so much lately that he almost felt like he belonged here instead of in the room across from it.
“This is okay?” Adam’s voice brought him back and he nodded quickly.
“This is perfect.” He leaned in and met Adam’s lips again as Adam pushed him backwards, back onto the bed and he found that he was right, this was perfection.
Author: Zach // tinkertoo
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Danny Gokey
Rating: nc-17
Summary: You don't know that I know, you watch me every night. And I just can't resist the urge to stand here in the light
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Danny or Adam, or anything to do with them other than tickets to see them perform xP. This is all fiction. Title, summary, and cut text are lyrics from the song I Get Off by Halestorm, which this is based on.
A/N: The idea was eating my brain after listening to the song I Get Off, so I just wrote it. It's better if read while listening to the song, so I uploaded it here for anyone that wants it.
It was creepy at first. Of course, who wouldn’t be creeped out by the feeling of being watched and then the realization that, yes, there were eyes peeking in on every move?
That first time, he should’ve stopped it. Should’ve gone right across the mansion and knocked and his door and said “Stop watching me, it’s creepy.” Or at the very least, he should’ve closed his curtains.
But it was also exhilarating. Those eyes on him, at the time he didn’t know which competitor they belonged to but he could guess, considering one was married and one had pictures of himself and another guy in comprising positions posted all over the internet. It made him feel...well, he wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was good.
At first, he just kind of went about his business like normal. Adam was watching him, no big deal; it wasn’t like he was peeking in on private moments.
But then he was. Danny had just gotten out of the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist and he was fumbling around the room in an attempt to figure out where he’d laid his glasses when he had that feeling again. Like he was being watched.
Glasses located, he oh so casually dared a glance out his window. He physically acted as if he saw nothing, but mentally...he was torn between ’close the curtains now!’ and ’he’s watching me...like this.’ He should’ve listened to the first voice, the voice of reason, but the voice of curiosity took over. But really, he reasoned, who wouldn’t be curious to test the boundaries with someone watching their every move and... reacting to it. ’A sane person’ his mind told him, but he ignored it.
There was a mirror in his room, positioned rather close to the window. He could see Adam through it, or at least make out his form as he was trying to be hidden. It was a test. Really, just plain curiosity drove his next act, nothing more. He casually let the white fluffy towel slip from his waist and he chanced a look at the mirror. Adam’s eyes were on him and oh god, his hands had moved and...though they were hidden, Danny could easily tell what the other male was doing. He swallowed a lump in his throat, forcing himself to appear calm. Adam had no clue he knew that he was being watched, and, for some really odd reason, Danny wanted to keep it that way.
He walked the short distance to his dresser, being sure to add a little extra sway - purely to see the reaction, of course. He could see Adam’s arm moving and... wow, that mental image should’ve grossed him out, but instead he was intrigued. He found himself wishing that Adam’s window was a bit lower, that he could see more. Before he could stop his mind, another mental image crossed it and he had to force himself to jerk open the dresser door and find clothes, desperately hoping Adam wouldn’t notice the change in his body, though he was pretty certain he wouldn’t mind seeing and... ’Stop it right there Danny. Get dressed and close the fucking curtain!’
As it kept going though, he got braver. He would get undressed before a shower in the main room instead of the bathroom, and would walk around in little to no clothing when he was sure those eyes were looking in again. It was so exciting, he determined that word fit best, to know that Adam watched him and, more than that, to know what it did to him to watch him. And, though it took him a while, he finally admitted to himself that he liked what Adam did to him. He liked Adam’s eyes on him and liked knowing what he was doing and... he finally admitted that he liked what it did to him to know Adam was watching.
Another night, he got even braver. He had had the feeling of being watched all day, like Adam was just waiting. He could still feel eyes peeking in every now and then trying to just see him. Tonight, he really wanted to push it, see how far Adam (and he) were really going to go.
He dimmed his lights, maybe to appear like he would be going to sleep. It wouldn’t discourage Adam; he felt eyes on him as he fell asleep all the time and knew it was also a favorite thing of the dark-haired male to watch him while he slept.
The moonlight hit his bed just right, he noted as he climbed on it, but on top of the covers, which should be the first sign for his audience of one that he wasn’t just sleeping. His face was illuminated and the light fell on the rest of his body, making it seem as if he glowed. He chanced glance up, looking as if he was making sure he was alone but really making sure he wasn’t. He caught a glimpse of Adam and yes, he was watching. He made sure to not show that he knew.
He slipped his shirt off with shaky fingers. It would appear to the watcher that he was just nervous about being heard, but it was so much more than that. His shirt hit the floor and his pants soon followed. His eyes chanced a look up again. Adam was biting his lips and Danny could see his hand slipping out of view, he knew just where it was going. He felt himself growing harder at the realization. He kicked the pants to the floor as well and slipped his own hand inside his boxers. It had been so long and, god. He bit back a moan as his hand wrapped around himself.
He soon found that this just wasn’t enough. He needed full exposure, he needed Adam to see everything. His other hand slipped the thin material from his waist and he quickly kicked it to the floor as well. Glazed eyes looked up yet again, catching sight of Adam in the window. His eyes were locked on him and arm was moving rapidly and. Danny let out a loud, low moan, eyes closing with the image of Adam burned into his mind. He imagined Adam’s hand, not his, on him; moving quickly, up and down, adding a slight twist to his wrist and making it feel just that much better. He also had the image of Adam, doing exactly the same thing just from watching him and it was enough to send him over the edge. Toes curled as that familiar yet so distant feeling of heat built up until he was seeing stars and covering his hand in warm, sticky white liquid.
As his eyes opened in a daze, he could sight of Adam’s body spasming with his eyes closed tight. Danny swore he saw his lips forming his name, but it could’ve just been a trick of the mind.
Shockingly to Danny, things weren’t weird when they were out of the mansion or just around each other. Adam was still his caring, goofy, awesome self and Danny was still his goofy and dorky self. He did interpret the glances Adam was giving him differently, but that was all. He said nothing about what had now become an almost nightly routine, and he knew Adam wouldn’t.
And nightly, he got bolder and bolder. After that first amazing night, Danny found himself wanting...no, needing more. It turned into an addiction for Danny. He just couldn’t resist it, not when he saw Adam’s reactions each time. The fact that Adam had no clue that Danny knew, it just made it more exciting. Adam was trying to hide the fact that he watched Danny and Danny had to hide the fact that he knew Adam watched him and that he loved it.
But one night, he wasn’t so careful. Sure, he always chanced glances toward the window or the mirror or whatever to make sure those eyes were still there. He just never factored in their owner catching him.
He was coming down off the most amazing orgasm yet. In his mind, Adam was right there with him. Still watching, because he liked it when Adam watched, but he was in the same room, his hand was covering Danny’s, he was assisting and it just felt so amazing.
As his eyes looked through the window, they were met with a different sight. Adam’s gaze locked on him, which was normal. But a new thing happened. His dark eyes met Adam’s deep blue ones. And not just caught a glimpse and quickly looked away, which was also normal. They caught Adam’s eyes and Adam was aware of it and Danny could see the horror filling his face and he could feel it spreading to him as well. He was caught. Adam knew, he just had to. He would know that this was all a show and he wouldn’t tune in anymore and. No. He blinked and Adam was gone, curtain to that room closed tightly so all Danny could see through the glass of his own window was black.
He inwardly cursed himself as he rushed to find his clothes. He couldn’t let this stop, he couldn’t. He threw on his jeans, no boxers, no shirt because he had time for neither, and threw open the door to his room, practically running down the long hall. He didn’t know what he would say, what he would do, he just knew he had to get there.
He was out of breath when he reached the final door in the hall. His hand beat on it rapidly, not even caring that it was late and most people were trying to sleep.
Moments later, he was met with a fully clothed and shaking Adam, who looked like he was ready to run out the front door and never come back. His face fell even more when he saw Danny.
“I’m sorry.” He said quickly. “Danny I’m so, so sorry. I just..”
“Shut up.” And he did, because Danny was never like that and it made him shake even more. He uttered another low “I’m sorry,” But Danny didn’t even acknowledge it.
“Don’t be sorry. And...” How did he even put this into words without sounding like a complete weirdo? He had to remind himself that Adam was the one watching him, was fully unaware that Danny knew anything before tonight, and he had to get the words out. “And don’t stop.” His voice was lower than he would’ve liked, more vulnerable.
Adam looked up, shock evident on all his features. “Wh-what?”
He swallowed the growing lump in his throat before finding the ability to speak again. “Don’t stop...watching.....I....I like it.” His eyes were locked on the floor, refusing to look up and face Adam. He expected him to burst into laughter, call him a freak and tell him to go away and never speak to him again.
Instead, Adam was silent for a few seconds that felt like hours. Danny could feel his eyes on him, he was so used to that now but he was sure this time they were just looking at him in disgust and contempt. “Danny...” He saw Adam’s feet move forward and was too much in shell shock to even move. He saw an arm extend toward him and finally forced his eyes up. Adam had a whole different look about him, not at all what Danny expected. His hand tentatively grazed over Danny’s chest, and he heard him let out a long breath. “Danny...” he said again, and it seemed that was the only word he knew how to speak anymore.
Danny finally caught up with what was happening. He forced himself to move forward, closer to Adam. His eyes looked to Adam’s for confirmation, making sure this really was okay, before he let his lips touch Adam’s. He felt Adam’s breath catch, as did his, but there was no way he was stopping now. He leaned in closer, kissing him again and felt both Adam’s arms around him waist, holding him to him. His own arms went around Adam’s neck and, wow, this was better than any fantasy he could ever have.
Adam pulled away, and the first thing in Danny’s head was ’Oh no, what did I do wrong?’ But Adam simply grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the still open door. And then further inside, past the first bedroom and into the second. Danny knew this scenery well, he’d secretly seen it so much lately that he almost felt like he belonged here instead of in the room across from it.
“This is okay?” Adam’s voice brought him back and he nodded quickly.
“This is perfect.” He leaned in and met Adam’s lips again as Adam pushed him backwards, back onto the bed and he found that he was right, this was perfection.