Fic: The Masseur (3/?)
Title: The Masseur (3/?)
Author: Amberwinters
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: R
Summary: AU fic where Kris Allen is a successful pop-star and Adam is an out of work actor that just got his masseuse license and a good job.
Wordcount: 1947
Notes: Thank you everyone for all your comments it really means a lot. I apologize for my slow replies but my internet sucks and I had to choose between posting and answering. But, I will get to both. For everyone that read Glamorous Glambert, this fic is the flip. I sort of owed Kris, haha. Comments/Concit appreciated.
Warnings: Not too many, some cursing, some sexy times, some angst, some bad jokes.
Panic. Kris felt a little bad seeing Adam’s face drop when Kris back tracked and apparently convinced Adam that he had misinterpreted Kris’ comment. Kris had wanted a happy ending but seeing Adam moving towards him with raw desire caused panic to set in. Kris was America’s most loved pop star and could not afford to be embroiled in a homosexual scandal. Adam seemed like a nice guy but he also seemed to have no control over his mouth. Really though Kris wasn’t thinking quite that deeply but he did think enough to know he felt sexually intimidated by Adam.
Kris knew it was a mean thing to do as he watched Adam lust immediately transform into regret and humiliation. Kris’ analytical contemplation was interrupted by the sound of Adam pleading,
“-I know I have no right to ask this but is there anyway we can keep this between us? I really need this job and if I lose it, I will be black listed from working anywhere decent.”
“OK, but maybe you should stick with female clients because most men would not be so understanding.”
Adam’s relief was evident, “Thank you so, so much. This has never happened before, I swear. I totally misread the signs.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” OK, now Kris was being mean for no good reason. Well, maybe to make sure he kills the mood enough so he doesn’t give in and beg for the happy ending.
“Is there any way I can make this better?”
Kris was starring at the saddest, biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. Apparently, the lack of a filter was contagious and caused him a moment of honesty, “I freaked out and lied. I did want…er…”
Adam seemed wary but hopeful, “A happy ending?”
“Well…yeah.” Kris let the sheet drop and watched Adam’s jaw drop simultaneously which made him giggle. The appreciative look Adam was giving him was helping Kris forget his nervousness and fueling his lust.
“Can I use more than my hands?”
Kris felt the nerves come back up, “I don’t…you know..do. You know what I mean?”
“Well, I don’t speak code but I just meant my mouth.”
Kris laughed, “Yeah, that would be…good.”
Kris laid down on the bed invitingly. Adam climbed on the bed and straddled his hips with his knees. Holding his weight up on his hands and knees he started kissing Kris’ chest and working his way down his stomach. Kris could not believe he was doing this. He had never cheated on Katy before and had certainly never allowed a man to do this. He had fantasized about it before and knew he was not 100% straight but he was at least 95%. Kris felt Adam’s tongue across his pelvis and the heat of his breath moving towards his cock. Kris was no longer capable of coherent thought and moaned aloud when Adam took him in his mouth. It was clear that as magical as Adam’s hands were, they had nothing on his tongue.
Kris was amazed as Adam took all of him in and seemed to genuinely like giving a blow job. He knew it was wrong but couldn’t help compare Katy’s willingness to Adam’s eagerness. Adam was a man who seemed to really like dick and more importantly really knew how to give pleasure. After a few minutes, Kris could not form words which is why he didn’t object to Adam’s finger entering him. Katy certainly had never done that and he found himself getting sad for all the times he missed out. Kris started thrusting which he knew was rude but Adam instead of objecting actually pulled Kris’ hips to him. Unable to hold back, Kris came hard in Adam’s mouth. As soon as he felt the last shivers of his orgasm, panic set in. Kris instantly realized what he had done and needed to make it go away. Without thinking, Kris jumped up and turned to a surprised Adam,
“Er…I have to meet someone in a little while. Thanks, can you see yourself out.”
Adam just stared at him in confusion as he still seemed to be swallowing the remnants of Kris’ cum and getting his bearings. Kris was starting to break into even more of a sweat and getting nauseous. He quickly went to his pants and grabbed his wallet. He took out $300 and dropped it on the bed next to Adam.
“I expect you to keep this between us,” Kris stated matter-of-factly and quickly went into his bathroom to shower. He hoped Adam would be gone when he finished. Kris stood under the hot shower and heard some banging and then his bedroom door slam shut.
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Adam stared at the money on the bed. What the fuck just happened. Adam still had the bitter sweet taste of Kris in his mouth which proved he had done well or at least succeeded in getting Kris off. What the fuck went wrong. This should have been the hottest sexual encounter of his life and was up until... Yet, in the matter of seconds he had gone from elated to hurt. Did he just become a fucking whore? Kris Allen had literally certainly treated him like a dirty whore. Apparently, a blow job from Adam was worth $200 to Kris fucking Allen. Adam wanted to bust into the bathroom and punch him out but luckily a cooler head prevailed. He needed Kris to keep cool about the incident. What if Kris Allen lodged a complaint? They would definitely believe the millionaire, god-loving, boy next door pop-star over the sleazy, gay, somewhat fashionable, black nail polish wearing masseur. No, Adam needed to just leave.
Adam glanced at the money and thought of pulling a pretty woman by leaving it on principle but then remembered his rent was due and the leather pants he wanted. Adam grabbed the money along with his stuff and left. Of course the theater influence forced him to slam the bedroom door for effect.
Adam decided to go out and get drunk. A night out with his friends would either lighten his mood or get him in trouble. Either way, it would keep his mind off the schizophrenic heart breaking Kris Allen. The night was a success on both counts since he had fun getting obliterated and then had the joy of waking up next to his ex, Brad. Luckily, they were both still dressed which meant he had the sense not to fuck up his life more. Adam got up which woke Brad.
Brad rubbed his eyes and looked at Adam, “What is going on, babe? You haven’t drank like that since I dumped you.”
Brad typically kicked people when they were down. His only saving grace was he could keep secrets better than anyone Adam had ever met.
“I really fucked up at work and I could lose my job. This is bad, Brad.”
“Really?”
“Yeah my career could be over and I could get black listed from all the good spas.”
Brad shook his head, “First of all you do not have a career, you have a fucking trade. You gave up your career, remember. Second, maybe if you lose your stupid job, you will finally get the balls to go back to singing and acting.”
“Shut-up, Brad. I still need to eat. It gets worse. I was literally a whore last night. I gave this hot guy a massage and thought we hit it off. I gave him a blow job and he paid me $300 and told me to leave.”
“$300? Problem solved. You found your second calling. I’ll help pimp you out.”
“Shut up. It gets worse. The guy was Kristopher fucking Allen.”
“How is that worse? He is hot. I knew that twink was gay.”
“Brad,” Adam warned “You can’t tell anyone and he is married.”
“Relax, I leave outing people to Perez. So you got to suck Kris-I’m such a Christian-Allen’s cock. Good for you. Was he good?”
Adam smiled as he thought about it, “He was really fucking hot. I think it was his first time with a guy and he was sooo responsive. Perfect body and just yummy.”
“OK, you forgot to add that part how he is not as hot as me. Anyway, how are you losing your job? The boy can’t tell anyone he would be humiliated.”
“He could say I took advantage. He totally freaked out as soon as he came.”
“Straight men are assholes like that, just ask women. Besides he would not admit to that because it would make him look like a pussy. Relax, carve another notch in your bed post and move the fuck on. Hey, why don’t you take me shopping to get you mind off this. It will improve your mood and certainly would help mine especially if you bought me nice stuff.”
“No need. You made me feel better already.” Adam kissed Brad on the head, “I have to go but I’ll see you Tuesday at the Upright.” The Upright Cabaret was one of the few gigs Adam kept and he performed on Tuesday nights. It was a small, intimate club and it kept his vocals in shape.
Adam went home and slept for a few hours. He went to work at 2pm and was happy when no one seemed to react differently to him. Of course, Kris just may not have had a chance to complain yet. On Sunday, Adam worked with Eva. Eva immediately asked him how it went with Kris. Adam decided to lie,
“Fine, nothing out of the ordinary.”
“He is a super nice guy. I haven’t met his wife yet but she looks nice in pictures. He is by far my easiest client.”
“Yeah, well I like massaging women better. I’d rather touch men for sex.”
“Then it is good you stick to female clients. Well, I’m sure I’ll hear if you screwed up,” Eva joked.
Adam laughed mechanically and offered a silent prayer that Kris would be kind. Later that day, Adam was inventorying the supplies when Eva came in,
“Adam, Kris Allen is on the phone.”
Adam paled, “For me?”
“He asked for you. You better not steal my client.”
“No, I think I forgot something at his house,” Adam lied. Adam picked up the phone and noticed Eva stayed in the room giving him the stink eye.
“Hello, Mr. Allen.”
“Adam, about the other-“
“Oh good I thought I had lost my incense holder. Great, sure I’ll just pick it up from the security shack. Thanks so much, Mr. Allen.”
“Is someone there?”
“Yes, Eva is right here.”
“Can you pick up in another room?”
“No, not really. Take care, Mr. Allen.” Adam hung up the phone and turned to Eva, “That was nice that he noticed the incense holder because it is one of my favorite. Brad gave it to me.”
Eva rolled her eyes, “Whatever. My daughter is going in for test on Tuesday can you take my 4 o’clock, it’s a b-list actress.”
“Sure, what about Mr. Allen isn’t he on tuesday?”
“Rachel will do that. Kris asked for a female.” Eva shrugged and just walked out. Adam was disappointed that Kris wanted someone else. He knew he should just be elated that Kris didn’t get him fired but he still felt disappointed. Adam assumed Kris was going to explain that it was a one time mistake and that he didn’t want to ever see him again. Adam was glad he didn’t give him the chance since really that would just be rubbing salt on a wound. No need, Adam got it. Adam just hoped Kris wasn’t dumb enough to call back.
~~~End Part 3~~~