Curing An Obsession
Title: Curing An Obsession
Author: adamissexable
Rating: NC 17 for sexytimes and language
Disclaimer: Do not own, might have happened - if it did we still wouldn’t know.
Summary: Kris Allen is not obsessed with Adam Lambert’s hair.
Notes: This was originally just supposed to be a short crack!fic but of course I got carried away and it’s a mixture of an assortment of lovin’. On another note - couldn’t tell you how many times I played Nine Inch Nails’ Closer in the background to write, but feel free to bash it, my first attempt at pure porn so I won’t get offended if you hate it. :]
Warning: Featuring a bit of Drunk!Kris, Dom!Kris, and of course Tease!Adam. Oh with a sprinkling of Manny at the end. :o Oh and a bad movie reference - 10 save the rocker points if you find it.
P.S. Mistakes are my own!
For my
http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/2431.html
readers - I may or may not post another chapter tomorrow, not positive but I will do my best! Thanks for sticking in there. (:
So I'm totally and completely spoiling you guys by posting this, but blame it on pyrosgf. She made me do it!
Actually she makes me do a lot of things - like write about chocolate syrup and Kradam, all mixed together in one fic of yummyness. And yes that is now a word. Oops, did I let slip the other new fic that was written based off a 'candy line' idea inspired from Pyro? Oh well, guess you will all just have to be satisfied with this one for now and have to wait and see....
Kris Allen is not obsessed with Adam Lambert’s hair.
No, really - it’s not remotely attractive to him at all. Not the way it feels, or the way it smells, or the way it tastes. Tastes? Okay, he could admit to getting a mouthful of it once but for the record it was completely unintentional. Just one time when the boys were wrestling - wait, is it still wrestling if it’s two guys completely opposite in sexualities?
Yes, because Adam is 100% homo and you are 100% hetero. Correct? Especially considering you are not obsessed with Adam Lambert’s hair. He’s not. Kris Allen is 100% straight - a bona fied vagina lover, regardless of whether he’s getting any right now. And he’s most definitely not getting any right now. Not from his ex-wife Katy - no one at all. No one. Unless his hand counts as someone - he thinks it should- and if that is the case he’s better off than he thought.
But that’s not the point; point is Kris doesn’t like Adam’s hair. Somewhere way, way down inside - honey you need - hold on, where was he? Oh. The hair. Yeah. It pissed him off. Immensely so.
Seriously, though. Who in fuck’s sake has hair that still smells like rainshine and sunbows, or rainsun and bowshines rainbows and sunshine, maybe? Woah, he must be drunker than he thought. You had four and a half beers, moron. That would be five, thank you very much. And no - Kris Allen is not talking to himself either.
Anyways, like he was saying, who the hell has hair that smells like - like that Caramel Corn soap stuff at Bath & Body Works - after just thrusting and mic jacking and grinding his way out of a good twenty minute set? And you know that shampoo from that special line that Bath & Body Works only puts out during the Holidays - which is ridiculous in Kris’s opinion because they would make assloads more money if they sold it year-round - that literally makes your mouth water it smells so damn good? Don’t ever taste it, though. No matter how amazing it seems - it tastes exactly like soap should taste. Soapy….not that Kris has ever tasted the stuff - that would be stupid. Nor would he know anything about where it’s sold, when it’s sold, or how much it is - that’s a chick thing.
Kris would know it’s a chick thing because he’s 100% straight. Say what you want people, but those hugs between him and Adam? Completely straight. He’s aware that their crotches come in closer contact than magnets to a refrigerator, and they’ve probably sniffed more of each other’s necks than a dog licking his own ass - but it doesn’t mean anything.
And just because Adam is gay, doesn’t mean the circumstances have changed from any other bromance. Brad Pitt and George Clooney? Both straight. Okay…Brangelina? Angelina Jolie is a girl, idiot. Hence, the giant lips and big tits. Oh, right.
Anyhow - as said, Kris really dislikes Adam’s hair. Not because it fucking sparkles on stage, or because it looks amazing when it’s matted with sweat and/or water and plastered to his forehead. Not even because it feels so damn good when it’s rubbing against Kris’s cheek when Adam leans over far too closely to whisper in his ear.
It’s because he can’t touch it. Still a 100%? Yes, wanting to run his hands through Adam Lambert’s hair doesn’t make him any less of a man. It’s not his fault it’s addictive. Not his fault that whenever Adam’s around he wants to thread his fingers in it and tug, just to make Adam moan. Wait, moan? 100% now? Okay, fine 90%. Majority rules, though.
Back to the hair. Kris couldn’t count the number of times Adam has leaned over the edge of the bunk right above Kris’s to ask something - inky-black hair falling in his face enticingly. And nine times out of ten Kris wanted to weave his fingertips through the hair at the nape of Adam’s neck and draw him forward, their lips connecting in one of those upside down kisses from Spiderman. Definitely 75%. Sure, whatever. So he’s….25% gay, big deal.
Or there was that time that Kris had been sick a few days ago on tour, couldn’t even bring himself to take off his own damn shoes, and Adam got on his knees and slipped them off carefully, his fingers leaving warm, tingling trails in their wake. Then suddenly Kris was awake despite his obvious exhaustion- and yes that did mean every part of Kris was awake. But he couldn’t care that Adam probably noticed his…predicament…at the time because all Kris could think about was pulling out his half-hard dick and offering it up to Adam like weed on 4/20 - an excuse to force his hands into that coarse dark hair and fuck that pretty mouth silly.
25% it is. Ding, ding, ding. Kristopher Allen is now a homosexual. Congratulations to Adam Lambert for turning this previously straight man gay, your prize will be ready as soon as he sobers. Hm. There’s nothing gay about wanting a blow job from a man. Denial is an unattractive trait. Regardless, Kris has decided he’s not going to care anymore. If he’s gay then he’s gay, and well, he’s gay. Why don’t you try saying that when you aren’t loaded with alcohol?
He gets up from his spot at the couch and finally, reluctantly stumbles away, far far away - where they can’t find us! - he stumbles to…oh. Away from the damn mini-fridge loaded with cheap beer and wine coolers - towards his bunk. Kris is pretty sure he’s the only one on the bus. Judging from the lack of noise and movement - yes, Kris is definitely alone. Good.
Kris considered jacking off for a whole two seconds just because he was so damn wound up, but figured that fucking himself to a gay man would probably destroy the last 25% his subconscious held onto like it was the last bag of Twizzlers on Earth. So instead, he pulled off his shirt and pants - because Jesus Christ the buses were so fucking hot - threw himself into his bottom bunk and fell into a deep, drunken sleep.
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“Kris.”
“Kris.”
“Kris!”
Kris was shaken awake, head whipping around dizzyingly and wondering what the hell was going on and why the fuck someone was bothering him when he was obviously sleeping. Upon taking in his surroundings and slipping back into a hazy consciousness, he noticed a familiar warmth in his lower stomach - tingling and prodding and it actually felt pretty damn amazing and - oh.
Adam Lambert was standing directly above Kris, the turquoise piece of his jet-black hair glimmering in the dim light. It swayed and rustled each time Adam inhaled and Kris thought it was kind of mesmerizing. But then again, Kris also still had his hand on the tent pitched in his briefs. Slowly remove your palm from your dick and place it carefully next to you - DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT touch Adam Lambert with that hand.
He reluctantly obliged, locking his eyes with Adam’s who were stuck between something of a devilish curiosity and awe. Kris sat up completely and slowly turned, throwing his legs off of the bed and seeking purchase on the cold floor. He sat and watched completely unashamed for the moment, attention diverted to the way Adam’s lips brushed against each other in the otherwise quiet bus when he spoke, “Kris. You do realize you were just moaning my name in your sleep, yes?”
Kris’s could feel his cheeks warm against his will, but didn’t answer - letting the silence speak for itself. He kept his eyes on Adam’s perfect baby blues. They where kohl-rimmed and surrounded by a metallic shimmer - Kris was pretty sure he couldn’t avert his gaze if he tried.
Adam nodded his head briefly, amused smirk jumping to his full mouth before he continued, eyes darkening and voice dropping, huskier and completely lust-filled, “And you also realize that your hand was on your cock when you woke up?”
His face grew even warmer and he just sat there like a deer caught in headlights, mentally willing his hard-on to go away - but god the way Adam was looking at him and the way the word ‘cock’ slid out of his mouth…just fuck.
Kris’s jaw dropped open, a mouthful of air escaping harshly, when the tip of Adam’s tongue darted out to run across his freckled lower lip as he leaned even closer and spoke suggestively, “Why is it that you were rubbing yourself and moaning my name in your sleep - huh, Kristopher?”
Adam only called Kris by his full name when he was being a flirt, but this time it was different - Kris’s name fell from Adam’s lips like fucking honey, deep and warm and it just dripped and Kris could feel it on his damn tongue.
Kris felt his head shake reflexively, not even sure what it meant or why he did it - preoccupied with the way Adam’s bright blue eyes had darkened and how close he was to the older man. Close enough to count the number of freckles on his full bottom lip, close enough to lean forward and -
Adam cut off his train of thought when he reached his hand out to Kris’s neck and laid it there, Kris’s heartbeat picking up significantly at the contact. A smirk jumped to Adam’s lips when he felt Kris’s pulse, before removing his hand and extending his arms to latch onto the railing of the bunk above them.
Kris stared in awe. Adam Lambert was flexed out in front of him, most of his weight held by his arms as he sort of leaned/hung from the bed - he could make out the hard lines of Adam’s forearms and the sharp contours of his chest through his black shirt. He’d never seen anything so fucking hot in his life and Kris was kind of embarrassed when he realized the only sounds consisted of his own slightly harsh breathing and heartbeat.
He watched Adam’s head tilt to the side curiously upon the lack of an answer from Kris, before he felt his legs - which were still hanging off the edge of the bed - being nudged apart slightly. Kris obliged absentmindedly, his gaze still transfixed on the way Adam’s bangs fell softly just above his right eye, and bit back a gasp when Adam lifted a leg and wrapped it around Kris’s left hip, performing the same with the other on Kris’s opposite side.
Kris was speechless. Adam fucking Lambert was straddling him in his own bed, hands still attached to the bunk above them, and the crux of their crotches so close he swore some kind of supernova was forming down there. However, only the back of his mind noticed all of this - the front captivated by how close Adam was to Kris’s face. He could make out the brighter flecks amongst his already radiant blue eyes and the curve of his lower lip and fuck those freckles -
He was cut off again by Adam speaking - right against Kris’s mouth, Adam’s lips brushing his with every word. “Seems to me Kristopher,” Adam glanced down to the bulge in Kris’s briefs before continuing smugly, “That you have a problem.”
Kris felt a slight shiver roll through him at how soft Adam’s lips were, softer than Katy’s even. Adam’s bangs swept across Kris’s forehead whenever he inhaled and Kris was forced to grip the edge of the mattress painfully tight to keep from slipping his hands into the dark thickness of it. When Adam laughed softly Kris swore his eyes drifted into the back of his head - he was surrounded by Adam’s scent and it was a mixture of so many different things. From that damn Caramel Corn shampoo to some kind of fruity alcohol drink on Adam’s breath - it was mouthwatering.
Adam spoke again, voice a seductive, harsh whisper - lips not moving from their place right on Kris’s mouth, “Are you going to answer me Allen?” He slipped his hand along the inside of Kris’s thigh, running his nails across the edge of his briefs sharply - tugging at them.
Kris felt his cock twitch and was almost positive he felt Adam’s do the same. Adam’s lips were still on his, both of their breathing ragged with arousal, and Kris really just couldn’t take anymore. His lips parted of their own accord, tongue snaking out to travel along the smooth, freckled skin of Adam’s plump bottom lip. It was so soft and warm and the taste. Kris could have spent hours tasting Adam’s lower lip, just with his tongue - it was damn near indescribable.
Just as Kris was about to curl his tongue into the pillow of flesh and finally, finally, taste the inside of Adam’s mouth, he felt another warm, wet tongue mingling against his own. Adam’s tongue was licking at Kris’s - no mouths, no teeth, nothing but the two men’s tongues trying to find some kind of rhythm that barely existed. It was one of the dirtiest things Kris had ever experienced, completely foreign and strange, but god each time Adam slipped his tongue back into his own mouth to wet it, Kris found that he was almost shivering in anticipation to see what would happen next.
Adam was unnaturally good with his tongue, and the receptors in Kris’s brain kept wondering what those kind of tricks would feel like on his dick, and then when Adam curled the tip of his tongue around Kris’s, Kris sighed heavily with desire when his hips lifted off of the bed and the fabric of Adam’s jeans couldn’t have felt better.
He’d had enough. Kris ripped his hands from the sheets and with a long, low moan, threaded them through Adam’s thick, coarse hair. Grabbing a handful, fucking loving the way it felt against his skin, he pulled Adam in - their lips moving together immediately upon contact.
Kris had never kissed a man. Hell, Kris really hadn’t kissed anyone besides Katy. But he wondered what the fuck he’d done with his whole life when Adam’s lips parted again and Kris slipped his tongue through, surprised at how easily Adam let him explore his mouth freely. And he took advantage of that fact while it lasted. Tasting and searching and seeking out every little crevice of Adam’s mouth, some small part of his brain noting every sigh and moan of approval at Kris’s actions.
It wasn’t long before Adam was retaliating, thrusting both of their tongues into Kris’s mouth briefly, hands still gripping the railing painfully hard, before pulling away - a lazy grin evident on his now swollen lips.
Kris was pleased to see Adam’s breathing was slightly erratic and the hard cock he felt that wasn’t his own made him so damn hot, his fingers started kneading the back of Adam’s head roughly. And Kris felt like he could get off to the feel of Adam’s hair in his palms, surprisingly feather-light and thick and just so much more than he’d ever imagined.
When Adam’s eyes rolled backwards at the hands massaging his scalp tenderly, Kris thrust his hips forward again - a low, slight growl escaping from deep within his throat at the contact. Adam’s eyes snapped completely open at the noise, looking slightly shocked for a moment, before his expression morphed into something that resembled a dark desire - liquid and lusty and complete need.
Adam spoke, voice low and husky and practically purred the words, “Aren’t so vanilla after all are you, Arkansas?” Kris tilted his head to the side curiously, just for a moment, distracted and wondering what the hell Adam was talking about. But then he felt something soft against his neck, something so familiar his heart stuttered in pure anticipation.
He could make out jet-black hair in the corner of his vision, but he didn’t dare move an inch. Adam had his head tucked into Kris’s neck and he was moving, slowly, up and down - letting his hair drift across Kris’s jaw and throat and shoulder whilst his tongue worried at Kris’s pulse point, licking and sucking and reveling in every moan and shudder.
Kris was quickly coming undone - the combination of Adam’s hot breath against his neck, his throat, his cheek and the hair that seemed to saturate every sense had Kris’s hand on his own dick, the heel of his palm digging into the cotton satisfyingly. It was too much and not enough all at once and Kris wanted Adam’s mouth, he needed Adam’s warm, soft lips against his.
A guttural moan escaped him upon feeling Adam let go of the railing, putting all of his weight on Kris’s lap, and start to trail further down Kris’s chest, flicking a wet tongue over his nipple, successfully distracting him momentarily before Kris had Adam’s hair in his hands again and was dragging him upwards, back to his mouth - where he forced their lips together hard enough to bruise.
Adam let out an almost reluctant moan when Kris pulled his full bottom lip into his own mouth and bit down hard, before sucking away the sting. Something had overruled Kris. He couldn’t control his actions any longer, and his body shook with flat out want - like he only had Adam for a limited amount of time and he needed to drink in as much as possible.
Kris pulled away fiercely and dragged his lips across Adam’s cheek, flicking his tongue out occasionally, tasting the foundation on his neck and moving his hands to the edge of Adam’s shirt and pulling it over his head roughly. His hands roamed the older man’s body freely, dragging his fingernails through the fine hairs on his chest while his mouth worked its way slower down, pausing to curl his tongue around Adam’s nipples, before one of his palms was cupping the warm, wet heat of Adam’s jeans.
He pulled away to look Adam in the eye and found that his head was thrown back and he was panting, and Kris couldn’t help but lean in and flick his tongue along Adam’s clavicle. Adam’s head snapped forward and he rocked into Kris’s hand roughly, pupils completely blown from lust, and he spoke - voice dripping with sex, “I want to taste you Kris.”
Kris groaned at the thought of Adam between his knees, and almost considered pinching himself because this had to be a dream, right? He felt warm, familiar lips crushing into his again and no - this was definitely real.
Part Two here - http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/5928.html