Fic: The Masseur (7/?)
Title: The Masseur (7/?)
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 massage license and a good job.
Wordcount: 2118
Notes: Thank you everyone for all your comments. OK I know this is over the top but that is just how I roll. Comments/Concit appreciated.
Warnings: Not too many, some cursing, some sexy times, some angst, some bad jokes.
Desire. Why did this man have such a devastating effect on Kris that he constantly threw good judgment out the window? Since when does Kris Allen suggest sex to men?
Adam had bit, “Really? How good?”
Kris was staring into Adams’s sultry eyes. He hesitated for a moment because really he had no clue how to be gay and sexy; at least not without looking retarded. He knew what Katy liked but that wasn’t much help in this situation.
Kris gave way to a self-conscious giggle, “I don’t know but I am very open to your suggestions.”
Adam quirked an eyebrow, “Mm. I can work with that. You can start by kissing me.”
Kris could follow instructions so immediately placed his lips on Adam’s mouth. Adam took control of the kiss and deepened it. Kris felt the same electricity he had felt the first time they kissed. Adam was really just way too good a kisser for his own good. Kris felt his knees weaken and was grateful that Adam was holding him so tight.
“We need to go somewhere else.” Adam tongued his ear, “Brad is probably right outside the door and he is not above voyeurism. Anywhere we can go where there is no chance of being caught?”
Kris would have gone anywhere to be with him, “We can go to my house. Katy is out for the whole day and Jake can drive into my grounds up to my door bypassing any paparazzi. Afterwards, he can discretely drop you off here. Jake will never tell a soul.”
“I am not sure how good an idea that is because all my blood has gone to my other head but I will go along with your plan.”
They were able to sneak past a texting Brad and climbed in the back of Kris’ town car. Jake did not say anything and just followed Kris’ instructions to go back to his house. They arrived at his house and went inside. After the drive, Kris was a little less horny and a lot more nervous.
Adam grabbed his hand as they got inside and pulled him into a kiss. Kris relaxed into Adam’s arms and pulled him into a guest room that they never used. Once inside, they both became frantic with desire and ripped each other’s clothes off.
Kris looked at Adam’s erect cock and immediately got intimidated. That was definitely not the model to use for a first time. Kris was going to have to figure out another way to make Adam feel good. Considering Kris had never done a thing for Adam, he might be satisfied with a simple hand job. Kris was thankful he had kept the bar so low.
“Suck me, Kris.” Uh-oh, a little higher than Kris had anticipated and sort of big leap into gayland. Kris looked at Adam’s pleading eyes and pushed his nerves aside. He wasn’t sure he could ever say no to that look even if he had wanted to. Plus, Kris really wanted to make Adam feel good after all the bad stuff.
Kris went down on his knees and tentatively ran his tongue over the head of Adam’s large cock. Not too bad. He found himself wanting to taste more of Adam. He had always thought it would be gross but he was getting turned on by Adam’s musky, masculine scent. Kris tried to remember some of the techniques Adam used but Adam’s size and his own gag reflex severely constrained his repertoire. He used his hand on the base of Adam’s shaft to bridge the difference between his lips and the base of Adam’s cock. Adam placed his hands on the back of Kris’ head, gently encouraging him with massaging fingers. Kris was thankful that Adam restrained from pulling his head or thrusting into his mouth. Kris liked giving Adam pleasure and liked how appreciative Adam seemed to be. Kris thought it was cute that Adam was even an incessant talker during sex. He constantly gave Kris encouraging words and guidance.
“Feels good…Yeah…Kris…th-that’s perfect…again…faster..slower…Kris…more…ooohhh…baby…just like that…fuck yeah…Kris, Kris, Kriiiisss”
Adam tapped Kris on the back of the head,
“I am close…I am going to come…you might want to finish with just your hands so I don’t cum in your mouth.”
Going for the gold, Kris didn’t switch and continued to use his mouth. He held Adam’s hips so he came in his mouth. Kris swallowed and was surprised it didn’t taste bad and was sort of a turn on. Adam seemed surprised too,
“You should have switched, you don’t even know if I am clean.”
Kris felt stupid and pissed that his gesture went so unappreciated, “You didn’t when you blew me.”
Adam shrugged, “You’re a fairly monogamous heterosexual but you’re right I shouldn’t have either. For the record, I am clean. I am just slutty around cute pop-stars.” Adam pecked him on the nose.
Adam got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gave it to Kris. Kris wiped his hands. Adam sat on the bed and pulled Kris next to him. Adam started kissing him and stroking his cock. Kris kissed him back wondering if Adam could taste himself. Kris appreciated that Adam was returning the favor and realized just how rude it was that he didn’t the last time.
Adam was mumbling endearments as he lovingly stoked Kris toward a climax. It seemed very intimate and felt like they had been long term lovers. Adam had an open, inviting manner that extended to the bedroom. Kris came while kissing Adam deeply. He was happy and surprised that it felt so natural to be with Adam. Kris was usually pretty nervous when it came to sex. It had taken him months to get comfortable around Katy and once he was with Katy there had been no else since Adam. Before Katy there had been other women but that had been awkward too. Either he was really gay or Adam was the perfect partner for him.
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Kris fucking Allen is sucking my cock. Am I dead and in heaven? That was the last coherent thought Adam had until after he came. Kris Allen was a natural at sucking cock. Adam knew this was going to be one of those moments he would remember well into old age even after he became to senile to remember what penises were even for. Adam laid down and pulled Kris into bed with him. Kris fit perfectly against him and made Adam feel whole. It had been a long time since he liked someone so much and almost wished it was someone other than Kris Allen. Only an idiot falls for a closeted, married, pop-star that runs away when things get difficult; not the makings of a lasting partner.
Adam couldn’t keep his hands off Kris and remembered how responsive Kris was to his touch. Adam stroked him until he came and it was beautiful. Afterwards, he hugged Kris close and they fell into a light sleep. Adam awoke first and gently extricated himself without waking Kris. He quietly exited the room. As he was walking down the hall, he heard a footstep behind him and turned expecting to see Kris. He saw a glimpse of blonde hair and suddenly everything went black.
Adam awoke to the sound of talking and saw a security guard and Kris’ wife above him. The woman spoke,
“He’s coming around. I know who you are and I have already called the police. Why are you stalking my husband?”
Was he having a nightmare? “Where is Kris?”
“He is not home. What are you doing in my house? Did you break in to attack him or molest him again? I knew Kris should have pressed charges.”
Adam sat up and felt the a big bump on his head and looked at Kris’ wife Katy, “I just want to leave. I think I have a concussion.”
The security guard pulled Adam to his feet, “You aren’t going anywhere. How did you get in here?”
Another security guard came in with two police officers.
“I am Officer Geller, what seems to be the problem.”
“This man is stalking my husband and now he has broken into our house. I think he might have done something in the guest bedroom. He has already tried to molest Kris once before.”
“Yeah, I saw his picture on the TV. Pathetic. You should have requested a restraining order.”
Adam looked around and again asked, “Where is Kris?”
Officer Geller shook his head, “You are not going to meet him today. You can’t go breaking into celebrities’ homes and expecting them to welcome you. Are you on drugs?”
“Kris!” Adam was getting scared because this was not going to end well and he was way too pretty for jail.
Katy glared at Adam, “Luckily, my husband is not around.”
Adam just rolled his eyes assuming Kris was hiding and leaving him to face the consequences alone. He mumbled, “How convenient.”
Kris came out of a room further down the hall in his jeans and looking like he just woke up. Adam looked at Kris who seemed to be attempting to decipher what was going on. Adam hoped Kris would speak up for him and tell the police to leave.
Officer Geller looked at Kris, “Lucky for you Mr. Allen that you stayed asleep. Your wife called us because this man seems to have trespassed-“
“Omigod, you again! Officers this man needs to be arrested he is terrorizing my client and has a history of stalking him,” Gina had arrived which was creating more chaos and pissing off the police.
“And who exactly are you, miss?”
“I am Gina Falco, Mr. Allen’s publicist.” She looked at Adam, “You really are mental, aren’t you? You have gone too far this will not help your career. No one likes a stalker. I know what sells and that doesn’t sell. Officer, can you just please take statements and take him out of here. My client has a TV appearance in the morning.”
Adam was getting agitated and wanted to shake Kris to make him explain. The police seemed to notice Adam was getting excited,
“We will take him down to the station and send someone back here to get your statements. I am not sure he is stable,” Officer Geller explained. “Please don’t disturb the crime scene we may need DNA evidence if he sullied the room,” he said with disgust.
Kris seemed to react to the last statement, “Officers I am sure you have better things to do. I can have my security escort Mr. Lambert out. I don’t think we should create a big scene here.”
Katy looked at Kris, “What! Kris, he broke into our house and probably jerked off in one of our beds. He needs to be arrested and then we need a restraining order.”
“Katy, we can have the room cleaned. I don’t want another tabloid mess.”
“Kris, he scares me. He is demented and I want a restraining order so he stays away from you.”
Adam blood boiled when he heard Kris going along with the misconception. And to think his wife was calling him demented. Adam turned to Katy,
“Instead of a restraining order, why don’t you just get a leash for your fucking husband.”
“Watch it, Lambert. You need to stay calm,” Officer Geller snarled at him.
Adam then looked at Kris, “You really are a piece of work. You are just going to stand there and let them arrest me?” Adam tried to storm out of the house but was restrained by the two police officers. There interference ruined the effect he was going for and worse prevented him from leaving.
Kris looked on obviously unwilling to really help. Adam heard him say quietly, “He wants to leave let’s just let him go peacefully.”
Adam lost it, “Fuck you, Kris Allen, is that all you are going to say? You are lucky these guys are holding me otherwise I’d kick your ass, you fucking pussy.”
Adam quickly realized that was not the best choice of words to use in front of the police. The officers threw him to the ground and cuffed him. They hauled him outside like a criminal. Adam became aware of all the paparazzi swarming around the police car and knew there would not be flattering pictures. Adam was thankful he had pulled on his pants before leaving the room but wished he had grabbed his shirt and fixed his hair. As they shoved him in the backseat, he could almost hear the music…
bad boys, bad boys,
whatcha gonna do,
whatcha gonna do
when they come for you…
~~~End Part 7~~~