Private Sundaes
Title: Private Sundaes
Author: adamissexable
Rating: Hard R to play it safe, maybe Nc-17 for visuals? Bad at ratings, sorry.
Disclaimer: I do own Hershey’s syrup, but the rest - not mine AND it could have happened…but not likely. /:
Warnings: Dom!Kris. If you are googling yourself, or googling a friend I strongly suggest you hit that back button.
Notes: This baby was created courtesy of pyrosgf. She inspired the idea and was written for her, so big round of applause for that crazy bench. We both like chocolate and we both like Kradam, so Kradam + chocolate syrup = kick awesome. Fingers had a mind of their own with this one.
P.S. Title Courtesy of Pyro’s Momma. (:
For my Ignorance In Pieces readers - I am sorry, but I am putting Ignorance on a short hiatus, just long enough to get a real sense of where I want the story to go. I don't want to force the next couple of chapters and I just think it's safer for the story to take a step back. I won't dissappear, I'm probably going to keep writing one shots and you guys will be the first ones to know when Ignorance is continued! Sorry again!
Story split into three parts cuz LJ hates when I write my one-shots too long. /:
Comments are <3 and feel free to crit!
Sorry if I ruin chocolate syrup for everyone, if it makes you feel any better I ruined it for myself too. :o
“My money’s on Matt.”
“Are you kidding me, look at Gokey - he’s practically foaming at the mouth.”
Snort. “Bitch please, Scott’s going to win. He was born solely for this purpose.”
“Language, Alli. And Scott did you hear that? Alli thinks you shouldn’t have made American Idol and should stick to petty things like this.”
“Screw you, Adam. And don’t listen to him Scott, he’s putting words in my mouth - you know I love you.”
“Be glad it’s just words he’s putting in your mouth.”
Whack. “Anoop!”
“I take it back, I take it back! It was just too good to pass up.”
“I don’t even have anything to say that. I am appalled and completely offended that you are implying that I am a pedophilic slut.”
Scoff. “The pedophilic part was a stretch, but yeah that’s about it.”
“I’m claiming Noop’s gross ass comment null and void - no offense intended towards you, Adam, you know I think you’re beautiful and not a slut.”
“Why, thank you Alli. And Desai you’re just mad because I’m not your slut.”
“Megs, you hear that - Adam called you a slut!”
Screech. “Adam did what?”
“Adam did nothing. I in no way implied Megan was a slut in that statement, moron. But if you wanna talk semantics…Noop indicated that you were his slut by saying that I implied that you were a slut.”
Whack. “Fuck. You know I didn’t mean it. And how the hell did you understand what he said in the first place? Is that chick language or something?”
Thwap. “Will everyone stop hitting me? And don’t pretend like you’re not internally grinning - you love being called a girl.”
Smack. “Jesus Christ. Adam Mitchel Lambert you hit me one more time…”
“No taking the Lord’s name in vain in this household.”
“Sorry Sarver, but I swear to you Adam hits me one more time and I will throw his ass down UFC style.”
Sigh. “Noop, honey. If you wanted to bottom you could have just asked.”
Crash. “Ow.”
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
Growl. “Get off of me.”
“Nope, I’m content right - hmph - here.”
“Get off of me or I will kiss you.”
Gasp.
Giggle.
“You’re bullshitting.”
“Really now?”
Hiss. “Mmph. Okay, okay, okay. I’m gone.”
“Could you guys keep it down over there, I’m trying to concentrate.”
Snort. “Of course because Lord knows you have to focus to find a damn bottle of chocolate syrup.”
“Hey, don’t even start. It’s not our fault that one of you hid it - and really, out of all the days you could have taken the dang thing and you choose freaking Ice Cream Sunday?”
Laugh. “Don’t look at me - I can go without the stuff.”
“Well poor Scott over here is going to start seizing if we don’t get some chocolate in him soon, and both Danny and I don’t like our stuff vanilla like you losers-”
Thud. “I’m not a loser.”
“I meant Kris, Adam, and Noop. But like I was saying someone better fork over the syrup or they’re about to get some serious ass whoopin’.”
Blanch. “What the hell did I do? I haven’t said anything this whole time.”
“My point exactly Kris, it’s always the quiet ones.”
Murmur. “I agree, it’s definitely always the quiet ones.”
“See what you’ve done to her, Adam? You’ve corrupted our innocent little girl. Got her talking like you and everything.”
“Again with the slut implications. I like dick, people. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to get on my knees because there’s one around - if that was the case you’d all be screwed.”
Splutter.
Snort.
Gasp.
“For the record, I’m pretty sure we - as in Allison, Lil, and I - are without a penis, just putting that out there.”
Snort. “Oh, and Matt too. Matt’s without a penis.”
Pop. “No you did not just throw a plastic cup at me.”
“I did and can prove that I own a penis easily, Desai.”
Gasp. “You will do no such thing.”
“Oh chill out Mikey, I wasn’t going to actually do it.”
Laugh. “I’m not a baby here, and not that I’m not appreciative of Sarver’s protecting my eyes from something the world should never have to see - but it’s not like I haven’t seen one before.”
Clang.
Pop.
Gasp.
Snort.
Boom.
“I found it!”
Sigh. “No, Scott - that’s the strawberry shit you put in milk.”
Growl. “Damn. And why is everyone so quiet?”
Smirk. “Because Alli destroyed the mood with her talk of giant cocks and blow jobs.”
Giggle. “Adam, just shut the hell up.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart. I’m going up to my room. Good luck finding the stuff, if I know who has it - and I’m pretty sure I do - you’ll never get ahold of it.”
Whine. “Awh, you’re leaving me down here with these morons?”
Whisper. “You’re free to come up with me if you want, but I advise you otherwise - I’m pretty sure I know where the chocolate syrup is, and I plan on putting it to good use.”
Giggle.
Whisper. “Okay - have fun and try to keep quiet. I swear we can hear you down here sometimes.”
Murmur. “Will do honey, see you in the morning.”
Adam brushed a kiss across Allison’s cheek briefly, bowl of ice cream in one hand and locking eyes with Kris across the table - a significant gesture signaling that he’d been found out.
The top ten idols were scattered amongst the kitchen, all but Matt, Danny, and Scott enjoying bowls of ice cream. It was what Alli claimed to be ‘Ice Cream Sunday’ and was somewhat of a ritual for everyone to participate in. Normally it was a time for them to share memories of whoever had been eliminated last, but someone - and Adam knew exactly who by now - had decided to switch things up, hiding the chocolate syrup which Scott practically lived off of, and which Matt and Danny claimed they couldn’t enjoy their ice cream properly without.
Eyes still peering into Kris’s, he gave a subtle flick of his head towards the staircase - Kris was busted. Adam saw a wicked glint flash in the younger man’s eyes before he was standing, taking his bowl to the sink before speaking and faking a yawn, “Think I’m going to head upstairs too guys. Night.”
Anoop snorted and murmured incoherently in obvious disbelief and he just smirked when Adam turned to glare at him. Danny, Scott, and Sarver all called out oblivious good nights - two of them still searching for the chocolate. Megan and Lil just smiled in amusement, shaking their heads infinitesimally at the two men. Adam turned around, planning on averting his attention back to Kris, but was slightly sidetracked when he realized how jealous Matt looked.
He snorted internally, smug grin jumping to his lips by time he watched Kris kiss Allison’s forehead before heading towards the staircase, Adam following suit. So that’s why Matt thinks I’m a slut.
Adam trailed Kris all the way up the stairs, down a hallway, and into their shared room. Upon entering Adam quickly shut the door behind them, setting his ice cream down on the dresser and grabbed Kris by the shirt - face dangerously close and growling, “Now. I know you stole the chocolate syrup. What I’m wondering is why.”
Adam breathed the last word out across Kris’s lips, really not knowing what Kris wanted with a whole bottle of Hershey’s syrup, unless…
Kris cut him off, smirk jumping to his full mouth as he grabbed Adam’s hands with his own, pulling them off and stepping backwards - speaking, voice smug, “You know exactly what it’s for.” He grinned wickedly upon seeing realization flood Adam’s radiant blue eyes and walked backwards, whilst pulling off his own shirt, and falling against the bed when he hit the edge.
“You kinky bastard,” Adam breathed out, cock already hardening at just the thought of what Kris wanted to do. He walked forward, towering over Kris, and admired his body unabashedly. Trailing his eyes from his chiseled jaw, to his defined chest, and those hips he loved that Kris hated. It was familiar and he thought he could spend hours worshipping Kris’s body.
Adam continued when Kris didn’t respond, voice dipping an octave lower, “Remind me to go to Arkansas with you someday. I’ve obviously been looking in the wrong places for my men.”
Kris growled, sitting up swiftly, and grabbed Adam by the shirt - the older man collapsing on top of him. The extra weight felt good, and he slipped his hands along Adam’s back, trailing them down to cup his ass tightly. Their half hard cocks brushed against each other and they groaned in unison at the contact.
He leaned up slightly and captured Adam’s lips with his own, soft and gentle at first, but gaining pressure when Adam reciprocated roughly. Kris parted his lips when he felt a tongue flicking at his bottom lip, and sighed into Adam - the familiar taste captivating his attention. This time Kris could taste the vanilla and he licked into Adam’s mouth, kissing him until the only flavor left was pure Adam.
Kris smirked when Adam groaned as he pulled away, pupils almost black with desire and voice husky when he spoke, “Lay down on your back - let me go find it.” He grinned wickedly as he rolled Adam off of him and got off of the bed to go and search in his guitar case for the bottle.
Adam propped himself up on his elbows, enjoying how low Kris’s jeans hung and he could just make out the curve of his ass - delicious. He pressed a palm to his dick, head falling back and breathing out a sigh at the feel of the denim against him.
Upon finding the chocolate syrup he turned around, biting back a moan when he saw Adam was touching himself on the bed. Kris thought he would never get tired of how much of a turn on Adam was. Fully clothed and spread out on the bed, face devoid of any make up and hair falling in his eyes attractively. Shaking his head he spoke up, trying to keep his voice in control, the sight of Adam still rubbing himself rocking his composure, “Ya know, not to offend your hand or anything because don’t get me wrong - I love your hands - but I could help you with that if you want.”
Head snapping forward, Adam opened his eyes and stared into Kris’s dark brown ones, noticing they were burning with lust and he moved his hand underneath his jeans - letting out an obvious moan at the feel of skin on skin. He kept his eyes locked on Kris’s - satisfied when he saw the man inhale a shuddering breath, before Kris was walking forward, bottle of Hershey’s syrup balanced in one hand and using the other to flip the cap open.
Bottle in hand, Kris spoke again, growling and fierce, “Pants off. Now.” Adam continued touching himself, ignoring Kris - loving when he was able to get a rise out of the normally composed younger man. He bit his lip and purposely moaned again, eyes smoldering and breathing ragged as he continued to stroke himself, slowly - putting on a show for Kris.
This man was a curse from his own personal Hell, but Kris couldn’t remember ever loving someone so much in his life - even as he spoke again, voice grating and demanding, “I said pants off.” Taking a step forward, knees hitting the edge of the bed, he grabbed one of Adam’s ankles with his free hand, and tugged at the jeans forcefully. With his other hand Kris tipped the bottle over, threatening to pour the liquid all over Adam’s jeans - grinning maliciously.
A comedic panic flashed through Adam’s bright blue eyes as he removed his hand quickly, and began undoing and sliding off his jeans. “Okay, okay. They’re off,” Adam grunted out a response, not surprised that Kris would stoop to any means to get Adam naked. He smirked at the thought, and let his eyes roam Kris’s chest freely, his hands itching to touch the smooth, hard skin. “You’re wearing too much clothing.” He jerked his head upwards, tongue running along his bottom lip just picturing Kris naked.
Part Two - http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/6492.html