a kiss on the neck
Title: A Kiss On The Neck
Author: kissoffools / wakeyourheart
Pairing: Kris Allen/Edward Cullen!Adam Lambert. I know, I know.
Rating: NC-17 for blowjobs, roleplay, biting, and ice cubes.
Summary: Adam chooses "Twilight" as his pick for his and Kris's Thursday Night Movie Night. When Kris doesn't exactly fall in love with the movie, Adam gets creative in his convincing.
Disclaimer: False. So false. Also, please don't read if you know these guys. Otherwise I'll have a heart attack.
Notes: Written for the plaguedbymen kink bingo - you can see my bingo card here. Word Count: 1838. And no, I would never have attempted to write this if it weren't on my bingo card. But it is, so here we go.
Kris dates Adam for eight months before Adam makes him watch Twilight.
Kris never really gives much thought to Twilight in his everyday life, but he knows it’s something about Team Edward versus Team Jason - “Jacob,” Adam always corrects him, exasperated, “you have the worst memory”. He knows it has something to do with vampires and werewolves and teenagers and everlasting love. But mostly Kris knows to avoid it like the plague.
So when Adam reveals the Twilight DVD as his pick for their Thursday night movie, Kris grimaces and shakes his head.
“No way,” he says adamantly, “nuh uh. Not happening.”
“Why not?!” Adam exclaims. “It’s my pick.”
“Pick something else.”
“You’ll like it,” Adam insists, shoving Kris down onto the couch and giving him a stern look that clearly means you are not going anywhere and I will sit on you if I have to. Adam pops the DVD into the player and collects the remotes, flopping down onto the couch next to Kris, pressing play as the menu comes up. “I promise.”
Fifteen minutes in, Kris starts composing a list of the worst movies he can think of to return the favour next Thursday.
But Kris actually sits through the whole thing, watches patiently as Edward and Bella get to know one another and fight off a vampire named James. He even bites his tongue and refrains from laughing at the cornier dialogue. Although he can’t fathom why, Adam actually likes this series. And giving it a chance is all Adam is really asking. Kris figures he loves Adam enough to do that.
When the movie finishes and the credits roll, and Adam turns to him expectantly and asks “Well?”, Kris nods his head and replies, “Intriguing!”
Adam bursts out laughing. “You are the worst liar I’ve ever met.”
“Come on, I sat through the whole thing for you!”
Adam shakes his head, the grin on his face telling Kris how amused he is with the whole scenario. “Yeah, you did that.”
“That’s right, I did,” Kris says a little proudly.
Adam climbs to his feet and picks up their glasses from the coffee table, the liquid long gone from them. He moves into the kitchen to refill them and calls back to Kris, “So what didn’t you like about it?”
Kris doesn’t think ‘everything’ is the nicest answer, so he tries to be diplomatic. “I didn’t like the actors,” he calls across the room, his voice loud enough so that it’ll reach Adam in the next room, “and the romance felt… I don’t know, unbelievable. Love doesn’t really work like that.”
“No?” comes back Adam’s muffled voice, his head likely hunting for ice cubes in the freezer.
“Nope,” Kris confirms. “What do you like about it?”
“I don’t know. Sure, it’s all a little surreal, but I kind of like that. I like the idea of finding someone that important to you. Someone you physically can’t be away from.” Adam shrugs and returns to the living room. One hand clutches a glass of Coke for Kris, and Kris knows the glass of water is Adam’s. No calories after eight pm, that’s Adam’s rule. “You know what I mean?”
Adam sets their drinks down on the table, ice cubes clinking together noisily. Kris takes a sip from his and shrugs.
“Maybe it would’ve been better if Bella wasn’t so stupid.”
Adam chuckles. “I’m sorry you didn’t like it,” he says, and then he leans in for a kiss. Kris meets Adam’s lips happily, one hand sliding around to the back of his neck, and he figures that if this is how Adam’s going to make it up to him, well, maybe it was worth it.
The kisses are conventional at first - two short and three long, a pattern they always fall into. That’s the nice thing about serious relationships, Kris thinks - you always know where the other person’s going to be, how he’ll move, what to expect.
That is, until Adam dips his head and sinks his teeth gently into Kris’s neck.
“Hey,” Kris exclaims, one hand prodding at Adam’s chest lightly. “What are you doing?”
Adam’s tongue is already moving to lave over the two shallow impressions he made in Kris’s skin. “Marking you,” he murmurs against his neck.
“Who are you, Edward Cullen?” Kris laughs a little, but then he sees the gleam in Adam’s eyes.
“Maybe,” Adam says mischievously, slowly snaking his way down Kris’s torso, fingers deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Would you call me Edward if I asked you to?”
At first Kris thinks Adam is joking, and he cracks, “So does that make me Bella?” But then Adam tugs down the zipper on Kris’s jeans with his teeth, and that makes Kris think maybe he’s being kind of serious.
“Edward would ravage you, you know. He’d love you and only you, and worship every inch of your body. I bet he couldn’t get enough of you. I can’t get enough of you,” Adam murmurs, nudging the bulge growing in Kris’s pants with his nose. So the Twilight thing might not do it for Kris, but Adam’s dirty talk probably will.
“Yeah?” Kris asks, and he can’t quite stop the pant in his voice.
“Oh yes,” Adam agrees, and now he’s shimmying Kris’s jeans down his thighs. He rises up on his haunches so he can reach Kris’s stomach, gently placing a few open-mouthed kisses to the muscles there. And then he trails his lips down and mouths Kris through his briefs. Kris’s hips buck upward instantly, his eyes slipping shut as he focuses on the warm, wet feeling of Adam’s mouth through the thin cotton.
Adam takes a minute to tease Kris, to run his tongue over his inner thighs and down his treasure trail, and when he finally hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Kris’s underwear, he’s all but trembling for it.
“Are you going to let Edward blow you?” Adam asks, his hands stilling as he waits for Kris’s answer. Kris’s eyes fly open.
“Adam -”
“Edward.” And Adam mouths him again.
“Please,” Kris practically whimpers, a hand sliding down to tangle messily in Adam’s hair. “Please, Edward, do it.”
Adam’s grin is wolf-like as he drags Kris’s briefs down to his knees.
“That’s my boy,” he murmurs prettily, and Kris feels a rush of affection right before Adam’s mouth closes over the head of his cock.
Kris has received his fair share of blowjobs, and lots of them have been from Adam. He knows Adam’s had practice, and knows he’s good. But there’s something different about this one. Adam is practically worshipping him, pausing every few seconds to tell Kris just how much he loves him, just how much he loves doing this for him. Hell, when he has Kris in his mouth, he fucking moans around him - full-out moans, eyes closed, as if there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing in this moment. And Kris just keeps a hand in Adam’s hair and murmurs “Edward” every few moments, desperately trying to hang on.
Kris is almost at the edge when Adam pulls off, and he’d normally be embarrassed by the whimper that escapes his lips, but at this point, he’s too close to be bothered.
There’s a moment of silence, and Kris opens his eyes to make sure Adam’s all right. He’s half expecting to see Adam wiping his mouth and sitting back, having decided he’s done with the whole charade. He definitely isn’t expecting to see Adam fish an ice cube out of his glass on the coffee table.
Kris follows his movements with a wary gaze.
“Shh,” Adam murmurs as he settles himself on the couch this time, instead of between Kris’s legs on the floor. He bends one of Kris’s legs up so he can lean against it. “I’ve got you.”
Ice is cold, and Kris knows that, but his stomach muscles still jump when Adam trails the ice cube down over his skin, circles his navel once, eyes following the wet trails left in the ice cube’s wake. Adam dips his head and mouths along Kris’s skin, tongue gently lapping up the water droplets, and shit. Kris didn’t think this would feel good - had figured it would be uncomfortable - but damnit if he isn’t practically pushing his hips up against Adam’s thigh eagerly.
“Like that?” Adam asks, lips still ghosting over Kris’s skin, and when Kris gasps and nods, Adam slides just a little lower.
“That’s what Edward would feel like,” Adam murmurs, sliding the ice cube over the V in his hips, dropping sucking kisses as he goes. “Cold against you, and that turns you on, doesn’t it? Yeah, I can see how hard you are. God, you look amazing.” A soft moan leaves Kris’s mouth and he fleetingly wonders how he’d ever gotten himself into this.
Kris jumps a little when Adam runs this ice down his inner thighs, but Adam’s hot mouth isn’t far behind, and that soothes him. The contrast of the temperature is startling, the shock of the cold followed by the comforting warmth, but it’s also new and exciting and Kris has almost forgotten how good new and exciting can be.
And then Adam meets his gaze with a wicked grin, pops the melting ice cube into his mouth, and immediately lowers his head to wrap his lips around Kris once again.
Kris immediately feels as if his entire body is on fire, his skin prickling and making him shiver all over. Adam’s tongue is one thing, but add in the startling temperature change and he’s a mess. Adam’s sucking him in deep, his fingers taking over and massaging the base of Kris’s cock, and Kris can feel Adam’s tongue working. The ice cube is getting smaller and melting away, Kris can tell, but Adam’s doing his best to swirl it around him slowly, and Kris’s fingers return to Adam’s hair. They hold on tighter than before.
The ice is practically gone by the time Adam pulls off again, and his hand moves down over Kris, stroking him firmly and quickly. Kris’s hips push up all on their own, frantically seeking friction from his palm. He’s been pulled back from the edge once already, and Kris is getting a little desperate.
Adam leans down over Kris’s body, his hand still moving, and presses a kiss to the pulse point in Kris’s neck. It only takes another scraping of teeth for Kris to come, messy and hot into Adam’s hand, Edward’s name on his lips.
They aren’t in any hurry to clean up - Adam strokes Kris through the aftershocks, kisses his collarbone and shoulder gently as Kris’s ragged breathing slows. Finally, Kris wraps an arm around Adam’s shoulders, his muscles feeling limp and spent. That’s when Adam meets his eyes.
“So. Twilight?” he asks, and Kris can’t help but breathe out a laugh. Adam’s won this one.
“I guess it’s not all bad, after all.”
end.
Author: kissoffools / wakeyourheart
Pairing: Kris Allen/Edward Cullen!Adam Lambert. I know, I know.
Rating: NC-17 for blowjobs, roleplay, biting, and ice cubes.
Summary: Adam chooses "Twilight" as his pick for his and Kris's Thursday Night Movie Night. When Kris doesn't exactly fall in love with the movie, Adam gets creative in his convincing.
Disclaimer: False. So false. Also, please don't read if you know these guys. Otherwise I'll have a heart attack.
Notes: Written for the plaguedbymen kink bingo - you can see my bingo card here. Word Count: 1838. And no, I would never have attempted to write this if it weren't on my bingo card. But it is, so here we go.
Kris dates Adam for eight months before Adam makes him watch Twilight.
Kris never really gives much thought to Twilight in his everyday life, but he knows it’s something about Team Edward versus Team Jason - “Jacob,” Adam always corrects him, exasperated, “you have the worst memory”. He knows it has something to do with vampires and werewolves and teenagers and everlasting love. But mostly Kris knows to avoid it like the plague.
So when Adam reveals the Twilight DVD as his pick for their Thursday night movie, Kris grimaces and shakes his head.
“No way,” he says adamantly, “nuh uh. Not happening.”
“Why not?!” Adam exclaims. “It’s my pick.”
“Pick something else.”
“You’ll like it,” Adam insists, shoving Kris down onto the couch and giving him a stern look that clearly means you are not going anywhere and I will sit on you if I have to. Adam pops the DVD into the player and collects the remotes, flopping down onto the couch next to Kris, pressing play as the menu comes up. “I promise.”
Fifteen minutes in, Kris starts composing a list of the worst movies he can think of to return the favour next Thursday.
But Kris actually sits through the whole thing, watches patiently as Edward and Bella get to know one another and fight off a vampire named James. He even bites his tongue and refrains from laughing at the cornier dialogue. Although he can’t fathom why, Adam actually likes this series. And giving it a chance is all Adam is really asking. Kris figures he loves Adam enough to do that.
When the movie finishes and the credits roll, and Adam turns to him expectantly and asks “Well?”, Kris nods his head and replies, “Intriguing!”
Adam bursts out laughing. “You are the worst liar I’ve ever met.”
“Come on, I sat through the whole thing for you!”
Adam shakes his head, the grin on his face telling Kris how amused he is with the whole scenario. “Yeah, you did that.”
“That’s right, I did,” Kris says a little proudly.
Adam climbs to his feet and picks up their glasses from the coffee table, the liquid long gone from them. He moves into the kitchen to refill them and calls back to Kris, “So what didn’t you like about it?”
Kris doesn’t think ‘everything’ is the nicest answer, so he tries to be diplomatic. “I didn’t like the actors,” he calls across the room, his voice loud enough so that it’ll reach Adam in the next room, “and the romance felt… I don’t know, unbelievable. Love doesn’t really work like that.”
“No?” comes back Adam’s muffled voice, his head likely hunting for ice cubes in the freezer.
“Nope,” Kris confirms. “What do you like about it?”
“I don’t know. Sure, it’s all a little surreal, but I kind of like that. I like the idea of finding someone that important to you. Someone you physically can’t be away from.” Adam shrugs and returns to the living room. One hand clutches a glass of Coke for Kris, and Kris knows the glass of water is Adam’s. No calories after eight pm, that’s Adam’s rule. “You know what I mean?”
Adam sets their drinks down on the table, ice cubes clinking together noisily. Kris takes a sip from his and shrugs.
“Maybe it would’ve been better if Bella wasn’t so stupid.”
Adam chuckles. “I’m sorry you didn’t like it,” he says, and then he leans in for a kiss. Kris meets Adam’s lips happily, one hand sliding around to the back of his neck, and he figures that if this is how Adam’s going to make it up to him, well, maybe it was worth it.
The kisses are conventional at first - two short and three long, a pattern they always fall into. That’s the nice thing about serious relationships, Kris thinks - you always know where the other person’s going to be, how he’ll move, what to expect.
That is, until Adam dips his head and sinks his teeth gently into Kris’s neck.
“Hey,” Kris exclaims, one hand prodding at Adam’s chest lightly. “What are you doing?”
Adam’s tongue is already moving to lave over the two shallow impressions he made in Kris’s skin. “Marking you,” he murmurs against his neck.
“Who are you, Edward Cullen?” Kris laughs a little, but then he sees the gleam in Adam’s eyes.
“Maybe,” Adam says mischievously, slowly snaking his way down Kris’s torso, fingers deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Would you call me Edward if I asked you to?”
At first Kris thinks Adam is joking, and he cracks, “So does that make me Bella?” But then Adam tugs down the zipper on Kris’s jeans with his teeth, and that makes Kris think maybe he’s being kind of serious.
“Edward would ravage you, you know. He’d love you and only you, and worship every inch of your body. I bet he couldn’t get enough of you. I can’t get enough of you,” Adam murmurs, nudging the bulge growing in Kris’s pants with his nose. So the Twilight thing might not do it for Kris, but Adam’s dirty talk probably will.
“Yeah?” Kris asks, and he can’t quite stop the pant in his voice.
“Oh yes,” Adam agrees, and now he’s shimmying Kris’s jeans down his thighs. He rises up on his haunches so he can reach Kris’s stomach, gently placing a few open-mouthed kisses to the muscles there. And then he trails his lips down and mouths Kris through his briefs. Kris’s hips buck upward instantly, his eyes slipping shut as he focuses on the warm, wet feeling of Adam’s mouth through the thin cotton.
Adam takes a minute to tease Kris, to run his tongue over his inner thighs and down his treasure trail, and when he finally hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Kris’s underwear, he’s all but trembling for it.
“Are you going to let Edward blow you?” Adam asks, his hands stilling as he waits for Kris’s answer. Kris’s eyes fly open.
“Adam -”
“Edward.” And Adam mouths him again.
“Please,” Kris practically whimpers, a hand sliding down to tangle messily in Adam’s hair. “Please, Edward, do it.”
Adam’s grin is wolf-like as he drags Kris’s briefs down to his knees.
“That’s my boy,” he murmurs prettily, and Kris feels a rush of affection right before Adam’s mouth closes over the head of his cock.
Kris has received his fair share of blowjobs, and lots of them have been from Adam. He knows Adam’s had practice, and knows he’s good. But there’s something different about this one. Adam is practically worshipping him, pausing every few seconds to tell Kris just how much he loves him, just how much he loves doing this for him. Hell, when he has Kris in his mouth, he fucking moans around him - full-out moans, eyes closed, as if there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing in this moment. And Kris just keeps a hand in Adam’s hair and murmurs “Edward” every few moments, desperately trying to hang on.
Kris is almost at the edge when Adam pulls off, and he’d normally be embarrassed by the whimper that escapes his lips, but at this point, he’s too close to be bothered.
There’s a moment of silence, and Kris opens his eyes to make sure Adam’s all right. He’s half expecting to see Adam wiping his mouth and sitting back, having decided he’s done with the whole charade. He definitely isn’t expecting to see Adam fish an ice cube out of his glass on the coffee table.
Kris follows his movements with a wary gaze.
“Shh,” Adam murmurs as he settles himself on the couch this time, instead of between Kris’s legs on the floor. He bends one of Kris’s legs up so he can lean against it. “I’ve got you.”
Ice is cold, and Kris knows that, but his stomach muscles still jump when Adam trails the ice cube down over his skin, circles his navel once, eyes following the wet trails left in the ice cube’s wake. Adam dips his head and mouths along Kris’s skin, tongue gently lapping up the water droplets, and shit. Kris didn’t think this would feel good - had figured it would be uncomfortable - but damnit if he isn’t practically pushing his hips up against Adam’s thigh eagerly.
“Like that?” Adam asks, lips still ghosting over Kris’s skin, and when Kris gasps and nods, Adam slides just a little lower.
“That’s what Edward would feel like,” Adam murmurs, sliding the ice cube over the V in his hips, dropping sucking kisses as he goes. “Cold against you, and that turns you on, doesn’t it? Yeah, I can see how hard you are. God, you look amazing.” A soft moan leaves Kris’s mouth and he fleetingly wonders how he’d ever gotten himself into this.
Kris jumps a little when Adam runs this ice down his inner thighs, but Adam’s hot mouth isn’t far behind, and that soothes him. The contrast of the temperature is startling, the shock of the cold followed by the comforting warmth, but it’s also new and exciting and Kris has almost forgotten how good new and exciting can be.
And then Adam meets his gaze with a wicked grin, pops the melting ice cube into his mouth, and immediately lowers his head to wrap his lips around Kris once again.
Kris immediately feels as if his entire body is on fire, his skin prickling and making him shiver all over. Adam’s tongue is one thing, but add in the startling temperature change and he’s a mess. Adam’s sucking him in deep, his fingers taking over and massaging the base of Kris’s cock, and Kris can feel Adam’s tongue working. The ice cube is getting smaller and melting away, Kris can tell, but Adam’s doing his best to swirl it around him slowly, and Kris’s fingers return to Adam’s hair. They hold on tighter than before.
The ice is practically gone by the time Adam pulls off again, and his hand moves down over Kris, stroking him firmly and quickly. Kris’s hips push up all on their own, frantically seeking friction from his palm. He’s been pulled back from the edge once already, and Kris is getting a little desperate.
Adam leans down over Kris’s body, his hand still moving, and presses a kiss to the pulse point in Kris’s neck. It only takes another scraping of teeth for Kris to come, messy and hot into Adam’s hand, Edward’s name on his lips.
They aren’t in any hurry to clean up - Adam strokes Kris through the aftershocks, kisses his collarbone and shoulder gently as Kris’s ragged breathing slows. Finally, Kris wraps an arm around Adam’s shoulders, his muscles feeling limp and spent. That’s when Adam meets his eyes.
“So. Twilight?” he asks, and Kris can’t help but breathe out a laugh. Adam’s won this one.
“I guess it’s not all bad, after all.”
end.