Fic: The Masseur (10/?)
Title: The Masseur (10/?)
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: 2607
Notes: Thank you everyone for all your comments. Did you see this coming? Comments/Concit appreciated.
Warnings: Not too many, some cursing, some sexy times, some angst, some bad jokes.
Bitterness. Kris returned back to his house after performing on GMA. He had been bombarded by questions but Gina helped him stick to the no comment/under investigation excuse. Kris’ lawyer dealt with the police and reiterated that Kris needed to keep silent and avoid contact with Adam. Kris’ lawyer also drafted a compensation package for Adam and Gina had gone to see Adam with the offer. Kris did not know the details of the package but Gina assured him it was more than generous. Katy was giving him a cold shoulder so Kris decided to just catch up on email. Of course, he ended up surfing the net. He wasn’t surprised that he was still getting a lot of hits. The most current articles said police were summoned to Kris Allen’s house and arrested a white male for trespassing and showed pictures of Adam being shoved in a police car. They also said the charges were inexplicably dropped. He felt bad how mean they were to Adam and so supportive toward him. He was glad this did not seem as big as the kissing story. Apparently, breaking and entering was not as interesting as molestation.
Kris was glad when Gina returned from seeing Adam. Katy came down to hear how she made out.
“Good news, Mr. Lambert happily agreed to our offer and signed the gag order.”
Kris was surprised, “He wasn’t mad?”
“On the contrary, he and his boyfriend seemed very happy to get the money. They were going on a vacation to some Burning Tree party. I think it’s a gay thing.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Yeah, Kris, his boyfriend. I am sorry but I think he might have used you. He seemed interested only in the money and his only stipulation was that you leave him alone. So there is a paragraph that says he won’t have contact with you. People can be really phony in this town and he is a trained actor.”
Katy looked at Gina, “He didn’t want his name cleared?”
“Honestly, Katy, the only thing he argued for was more money. Once I gave him an attractive offer he just signed and celebrated with his boyfriend. Maybe he has a drug problem and needed a fix. Whatever it was I am glad he just signed.”
Kris felt a little disappointed, “Didn’t he want to see me even if it was just to yell?”
“No and you cannot contact him. Kris, I mean it. I think you should take a small vacation. You have been wanting to do some charity work and I have just the thing. You can go to Africa for a couple months to gain some perspective and then finish your album.”
Katy looked at Kris, “Since you are unwilling to be honest at least maybe you can redeem yourself through good deeds.”
Kris actually thought that sounded like a good idea. He could get away and forget all about Adam Lambert. Gina wasted no time and Kris found himself on a plane to Africa a couple days later. He was relieved since he literally fought himself every hour to not call Adam.
Kris spent the next six weeks off the internet and living in remote villages. The trip made him remember what was important and gave him a lot of time to think. He had spent the first couple weeks making himself feel better by believing Adam was a gold digger. By the end of the trip, he was able to admit he had wronged Adam and he probably missed the opportunity to get to know a really great guy. Kris also realized he would probably never get that chance again.
On the way home Kris spent two days in Paris. He finally went online to see what was going on in the world and in Los Angeles. He checked the celebrity blogs and froze when he saw a sexy picture of Adam on Perez Hilton’s website. The headline said, “The hotness of Kris Allen’s stalker” and went on to gush about how sexy and talented Adam was in a new glamrock show. Perez went on to say Adam had been quoted that he has given up his stalker tendencies to focus on his career. The show was performed Wednesday nights at a Hollywood club and would continue for two more months. Kris found a few more reviews that had good things to say about the over-the-top show.
Kris met with his label and was told he needed to finish the album by the end of the month. As such, Kris found himself working long days cranking out songs that he had no emotional connection with. Against his better judgment, Gina’s earlier warnings and even the opinion-less Jake’s discouragement, Kris found himself standing outside the Roxy on Wednesday night. Kris swore to himself he would watch from afar and leave as soon as the show ended.
Finding a seat at the bar, quite a distance from the stage, Kris settled in and ordered a shot of tequila and a beer. Kris watched as the show began. The costumes were very decadent and the show reminded him of a rocked out cirque de soleil. The stage grew dark and he heard the unmistakable voice of Adam filling the theater. The lights flashed on and there was Adam looking glittery and beautiful. The bass and guitar kicked in and Adam strutted across the stage sensually and confidently. Kris could feel his body reacting to the sheer sexiness of the performance. The crowd was noticeably more excited since Adam hit the stage. Kris continued to watch the rest of the show in awe. Adam unabashedly stroked himself and had other dancers simulating sexual acts. He was damn good and deserved to be a superstar. Even though Kris was a triple platinum, arena selling pop-star, he felt intimidated by Adam’s inhibitions. Kris needed to cool off after Adam’s fourth song. He went to the bathroom and threw some water on his face. He heard the door bang open and two people moving toward a stall. He glanced up and saw one was Adam and the other Brad. They were kissing and laughing as they went into a stall. Kris felt like a knife was piercing his heart.
“God, I want to fuck you right here,” said the voice Kris recognized as Adam.
“Bring it on, big boy, we have ten minutes before the encore,” replied a breathless Brad.
Kris felt dizzy and sick. He realized what Gina had said was true. Adam had used him and had a boyfriend. He ran out of the bathroom head on to another figure and it spoke,
“Holy shit, Kris Allen what are you doing here?”
Kris looked up, “Oh fuck, Perez Hilton?” So much for not getting caught. This was without a doubt the worst luck Kris Allen had ever experienced.
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Adam hated to admit it but he was really hurt that Kris did not even bother to try and apologize or contact him. Adam felt like he had been bought off like a cheap whore once again. To make matters worse, by the end of the week he had received at least $150K in offers for interviews. Brad shrugged it off and said he would have ended up being a Jon Gosselin and that wouldn’t have been cool. He and Brad went to Burning Man which was fun and allowed Adam to get away from all the bullshit. While there, Adam decided he was just going to focus on the positive, be open to opportunities and not dwell on mistakes or things beyond his control. He also committed to forgetting about Kris Allen and not wasting his time on damaging relationships.
When they returned, Brad and he immediately began rehearsing for the show. Luckily, the paparazzi became bored with Adam since Kris had left the country. Adam was able to go back to his apartment and return to a normal life. Although no spa would hire him, Adam bought a massage table and was able to freelance by word of mouth. After a couple weeks, he built up a small clientele which included some Hollywood types. Brad offered to help but Adam had grown weary of Brad’s “help” and smartly declined. Brad ended up falling off the radar screen anyway by choosing to spend every free moment with his new boyfriend, Officer Panzelli. Adam refrained from criticizing him because Panzelli ended up being a great resource for making parking tickets go away.
Adam was nervous about the show’s debut especially because the media had emphasized his participation and referred to it as the glamrock show featuring Kris Allen’s stalker. The media had also attributed Kris’ goodwill Africa tour to his fear of being stalked. Adam had gotten a barrage of hate mail from 13 year-old girls that wanted their idol, Kris Allen, back. Luckily, thirteen year old girls did not make good assassins.
Opening night was surreal. The audience was incredible and the show well received. Unfortunately, in the excitement Brad ended up screwing one of the other performers after the show and Officer Panzelli caught them. He consequently dumped Brad which made Adam sad since he had parked in a tow away zone. Adam just celebrated with his family and kept his promise of avoiding damaging relationships. Adam was also feeling good because he only thought about Kris Allen twice a day. Once when he woke up and once when he went to bed. The rest of the time he considered himself fairly successful not thinking of Kris since it didn’t count if he was triggered by media. It wasn’t his fault Kris Allen was loved by the media and there were numerous triggers.
Brad was distraught that Panzelli had dumped him.
“I can’t believe how bent out of shape he got. It was a heat of the moment fuck and we weren’t in a monogamous relationship.”
“No, but he was at the show to be with you. Face it Brad, you are a lousy boyfriend. Why do you think I dumped you?”
“Hey, I don’t think after this Kris Allen affair you can stand in judgment of a “good” boyfriend. I stood by you the least you can do is tell me he is a jerk and I can do better.”
“Brad the guy was a miracle worker. We could park anywhere in this town and never pay a parking ticket. I just can’t hate the guy. Did you try your usual excuse that you were drunk and thought it was him?”
“Yeah, he didn’t believe me because they were like polar opposites. I should have fucked the brunette. Can you at least give me a pity massage?”
Adam knew Brad would keep whining and asking so he acquiesced. Brad undressed and laid down. Adam couldn’t help remembering the massages he gave Kris. So much for his not thinking of Kris Allen during the day track record. Adam began massaging Brad.
“Oh Babe, why didn’t you study this while we were dating? Fucking incredible.”
Adam hadn’t been with anyone since Kris which meant Adam’s sex drive was in overdrive. Having his naked, slutty, ex-boyfriend did not do much to calm him down. Adam tried to focus on the massage and found he could maintain his professionalism. He finished and wondered why he couldn’t have just done that with Kris. Brad sat up,
“Should I be insulted you didn’t blow me at the end of that. Sounds like Kris Allen got a better massage.”
“Shut up. Now, go home so I can sleep. We have another performance tomorrow.”
Brad left and Adam went to bed. He spent the next day surfing the net and learned Kris had returned to the US a week ago. Maybe I am a stalker. Need to focus on healthy relationships. Adam got done and headed to the Roxy. Some of his theater friends came down to see the show. Adam knew he should slow down but the Vodka martinis were going down easy and he wanted to have a good time and not think about Kris fucking Allen. The drinking did not even slow down for the show. Adam loved the stage and really got off on flirting with crowd. He felt sexy and frankly it made him horny. Heavily buzzed, massively aroused and feelings of loneliness were not going to be a positive combination. Brad came over,
“You are like sex on fire tonight. Sweet Jesus, you need to get laid.”
Adam wasn’t sure why that sounded so right. Adam pushed Brad up against the wall,
“Is that an offer?” Adam kissed Brad’s neck, “It sounds like a great idea.”
Adam felt Brad rub his erection against his own, “Babe, it’s a brilliant idea. Bathroom now!”
Vague alarms were ringing in Adam’s head but he wrote it off to the loud sound system and grabbed Brad. They stumbled into the bathroom unable to keep their hands off each other. Adam pushed Brad into the nearest stall totally focused on each other and breaking through the barrier of their elaborate costumes.
“God, I want to fuck you right here,” Adam was too far gone to stop.
“Bring it on, big boy, we have ten minutes before the encore,” replied a breathless Brad.
Adam finally got Brad’s tight pants down and his open enough to release his rock hard cock. Brad was kissing Adam’s nipples while fingering himself. Adam moaned,
“Oh, that feels good…You are soo hot…Oh…Kris…” Adam froze. Shit! Did he say that out loud? He felt Brad pause. Adam looked down remorsefully, “I am sor-“
Brad looked back at Adam and shrugged, “Save it for later. Stick to the basics like ooh baby.” Brad returned to his previous activities. Adam was disgusted with himself,
“Brad, stop. This is fucked up.”
“For chrissake, Adam. I just prepared myself to get fucked you can trip out on your time. Now be a good friend and fuck me.”
Adam was conflicted but as always defaulted to listening to his cock. He lifted Brad up and impaled him on himself. Good choice. They worked it into a comfortable rhythm. Brad and he had always been extremely compatible in the bedroom. They both came. Brad laughed as they fumbled to redress,
“I forgot how good a fuck you are, babe. You really have an amazing cock.”
Reality was crashing in on Adam. It was always a bad idea to fuck an ex-boyfriend that broke your heart in a bathroom stall and bad form to call said ex by the name of the man that almost destroyed your life. Adam tried to apologize again,
“Brad, I am sorry about the name thing.”
“If you are going to fantasize about someone else I wish you would have picked someone hotter because that was just insulting. However, unlike you, I am not overly sensitive and don’t break up with people for calling me another name in bed.”
Adam looked at Brad, “Doesn’t it bother you that I was thinking about him?”
“Obviously not as much as it is bothering you. Babe, it is not that complicated. I wanted to get fucked and you were horny. You being the head case that you are got off on thinking about the pussy that got away, sort of speak. I think we should redefine our relationship where you give me unlimited massages and fucks with out all that tiresome emotional bullshit you usually default to. What do you say?”
“Sorry, that goes against my commitment to not have fucked up relationships. Besides, I would never date someone with such low self-esteem that they let themselves be called Kris Allen,” Adam laughed.
~~~End Part 10~~~