Fic: various Kris/Adam ficlets (American Idol)
After I got some really good news at school, I took some Kradam porn prompts and wrote them (I was feeling quite celebratory). Pretty much everything here is rated NC-17; everything is Kradam, though a couple of the ficlets mention Kris/Katy in the past tense. Also, they don't have titles.
Sorry I've been so quiet - related to school, which was really busy and stressful last quarter.
Ficlet #1
Title: Ficlet #1
Word Count: 623 words
Summary: Prompt from
naty_seixas: Kris and Adam having sex against a wall.
Ficlet #1
Not a good idea, Adam's brain attempts to remind him - not the right time; not the right place. Kris has been divorced for less than a week and if anyone catches them right now, they'll draw all the right - and very damning - conclusions.
He sucks at Kris's throat, pins his wrist against the wall and reaches to the side to double-check the lock. It's good and secure, but this is still a bad idea. He knows that.
Kris moans, deep and needy, his hips moving against Adam's thigh. Hard cock riding against Adam and he needs Kris closer. Adam palms Kris's hips. He works his hands down between fabric and skin, pushing Kris's jeans and briefs off, with a little help from Kris's squirming.
Then he slides his hands under the clean bare curve of Kris's ass, lifting him up and pressing him back against the wall. Kris - always quick - wraps his legs around Adam's waist and anchors himself.
It's easier to hold Kris up than it used to be - benefits of a good training regime - and he's reaching down to press his fingers into Kris when he's stopped by something hard, blocking his way. Kris squirms in Adam's arms, whimpering, head leaning back against the wall.
Adam explores a little more, but it's obvious what Kris has done. "You're just as desperate as me, aren't you, baby?" He whispers the words against Kris's neck, twists his index finger into the handle of the plug in Kris's ass - the idea of Kris pausing before the party and deciding to do this, to get himself ready for Adam's cock hours before they would get the chance to be alone... Adam's so hard that it aches.
"Adam, I- Oh." Kris pushes back against Adam's hand. Adam twists the plug and Kris whimpers. "Missed you."
Adam slowly tugs the plug out. Presses his fingers against Kris's hole, flexing and ready - Kris has to feel so empty right now. He drops the plug to the floor, reaches around to fumble at his own pants. Kris is petting at his hair now, the most tractable guy in the world when he's about to get fucked. Adam lifts Kris up and it's easy as anything to slide Kris down on his cock when Kris is this ready.
He doesn't last long. They've been living for months off of Skype and phone sex, so he thinks he's excused. He collapses to the floor, after, carefully pulling out of Kris and sliding his fingers in as a replacement.
Kris is still hard, but he's never in a hurry to come when he has something in his ass, so Adam takes his time, fucks Kris with three fingers and licks lightly at the head of Kris's cock while Kris touches Adam's face, his mouth.
"Oh, darling," Kris says, almost a sigh, and he wraps his leg around Adam's back. It's a sign that Kris is close, almost ready, and Adam goes deeper, sucks Kris down until he feels that final arching that has Kris spilling down into his throat. "Hey, hey, darling, do you think we made too much noise?" Kris is slurred and very deeply accented at these moments, in a way that makes Adam want to wrap him up and keep him where no one else can ever hear him.
Which conflicts a little with his general desire to have everyone hear Kris all the time. He's not sure if that's hypocritical or not. He's still thinking it over.
Adam presses a kiss to the tip of Kris's softened cock. "Probably," he says. "Also, we made a mess."
"We'll have to apologize," Kris says, vaguely. "We could send flowers."
Adam laughs.
end.
Ficlet #2
Title: Ficlet #2
Word Count: 670 words
Summary: Prompt from
circuitoussock - affection towards the other's feet: painting toenails, tickling, licking, whatever. More of a 'I love every bit of you' vibe than a 'I worship feet' vibe.
Ficlet #2
"Damn," Adam said, sharp and angry. Kris looked over at the bed, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Adam was frowning down at his foot, and Kris could see a splash of red along the side of Adam's big toe. He breathed in a second, worried, and then noticed the nail polish brush in Adam's hand.
Kris sighed, abandoning his computer, and went over to the bed, snagging the nail polish remover and a slip of cotton from the night stand. Adam screwed the brush back on the polish bottle and dramatically threw himself backwards on the bed. He might even be pouting.
"It's just my stupid knee," Adam said. "It doesn't make any sense that my hand is less steady when it's my knee that got hurt."
"You were leaning forward again," Kris said, settling next to Adam. He poured some of the liquid remover onto the cotton pad and carefully wiped away the extra nail polish. "The pain is supposed to be a sign that you shouldn't do something. Most people pay attention to that kind of thing."
"It's stupid," Adam said. "I just..." he sighed, and his toes wiggled. "I hate them looking so bare."
Kris hummed a little, crossed his legs underneath himself, and pulled Adam's right foot into his lap. He held out his hand and, after a second, Adam put the bottle of polish into Kris's palm. He didn't open it right away, instead took a moment to sooth Adam's muscles. He uncapped the bottle and balanced it carefully.
He took it slow, made sure that he did it right - gently blowing over each toenail after he'd painted it and then putting on a second coat. When he was done, he pressed a soft kiss onto the arch of Adam's foot and then shifted over to work on the second one.
By the time he was done, Adam was breathing hard - definitely not annoyed anymore. Kris crawled up the bed, pressing kisses against Adam through the loose fabric of his lounging pants. Adam was shirtless, at least, and Kris played a little with his nipple rings. Adam had been trying to talk Kris into getting some, which he'd resisted so far. Maybe someday.
When he finally reached Adam's mouth, he paused for a second, pressed his finger against Adam's lower lip. "Did I do a good job?"
"Hmm, I guess it was okay," Adam said, grinning. "For a first time."
"Guess I'll have to try again tomorrow," Kris said, mock-disappointed. "See if I can improve."
And just as Adam opened his mouth to make another smart-ass remark, Kris slipped his hand into Adam's pants, and Adam gasped instead, hips pushing up against Kris's fingers.
"Don't move too much," Kris warned, and he pulled Adam's cock out. He pressed one soft kiss against Adam's lips before he slid back down Adam's body. "Let me do the work."
He leaned his weight down on Adam's hips, to keep him in place, and wrapped his lips around Adam's dick. He went slow, sucked lightly until Adam was begging for it, then he slid down, taking Adam all the way in. He swallowed twice and then pulled back up, throat protesting.
Adam's hands were on his shoulders, and he'd managed to get his fingernails painted earlier but maybe he would let Kris redo them for him. Just for fun.
Kris smiled to himself and then went down again, and again until Adam was releasing into his mouth with a soft cry. He pulled off and rested his cheek against Adam's stomach, breathing a little heavily. He was hard, but he could wait for his turn. Right now, he just wanted to feel Adam underneath him.
Be grateful that all the damage Adam had gotten out of his stage accident was a strained knee. And get ready for the fact that Adam had a 'get back on the horse' attitude when it came to things like this.
Kris pressed a kiss against Adam's belly and breathed him in.
end.
Ficlet #3
Title: Ficlet #3
Word Count: 1410
Summary: Prompt from
kellog010: Kris topping from the bottom or chair sex.
Ficlet #3
"What is that thing?" Kris asked.
When he'd left the house this morning, their living room had looked like, well, their living room. Now, though, there was a huge shapeless blob of fabric that seemed to be taking over the entire room. Like a pile of shiny blue ruffly curtains that might attack at any moment.
"It's our new chair," Adam said. He flopped down on it, grinning widely. "It's all the rage right now. Madonna has one just like it, only hers is red."
With Adam sitting in it, Kris could see the vague outlines of what might be chair arms.
"It looks like Cookie Monster's dead grandfather," Kris said, trying to impart the true horror he felt to Adam. "It looks like it's about to start eating the entire room."
Adam wrinkled up his nose and said, "It's comfy, I promise. You'll love it once you give it a try."
"Our old couch was plenty comfortable," Kris grumbled. It had also been, well, couch-shaped. It had looked like a piece of furniture. "How am I supposed to sit and play guitar on that thing?"
"Oh, you haven't seen yet," Adam said, insufferably pleased with himself. "They finished up the studio today."
Kris made a soft sound and stepped toward the chair, not able to hide his delight, even in the face of Adam's smugness. "You- you said that it wouldn't be done for another week."
"Surprise!" Adam said, and when he reached out, Kris willingly let himself get pulled on top of Adam, setting his knees onto the shimmering surface of the chair's seat, on either side of Adam's legs. It was more comfortable than Kris had expected, his knees sinking in easily and holding without much wobbliness.
"You are such a liar," Kris said, but Adam probably wasn't taking it as too much of an insult, with the way Kris was nuzzling at his neck. "Can't possibly get done for another week, you said, but you knew all along."
"Can't have you getting bored," Adam said, and he tugged gently at Kris's hair to pull him up for a kiss. Kris settled into it with a sigh, enjoying the warmth of Adam's mouth. Kissing Adam for the first time after they'd been separated always felt like coming home, whether they'd been apart for weeks or - as in this case - only hours. Adam pulled up on Kris's shirt and, together, they yanked it up and over his head.
Adam's fingers lightly grazed over Kris's nipples, and Kris shivered - he could feel them hardening almost immediately at Adam's touch. He shifted on Adam's lap, cock thickening as Adam bent his head down to Kris's chest, tongue flicking out over Kris's skin. He threaded his fingers into Adam's thick hair, selfishly glad that Adam hadn't done it up today or put in any of the product that made it stiff. If Adam's hands could be torture, his mouth was doubly so, teasing at Kris's nipples until he was squirming around on Adam's lap. Kris could tell that Adam was hard, but Adam still insisted on taking his time, his hands sliding down to hold Kris's hips in place while he sucked lazily until Kris was almost panting.
Then Adam was popping open the button on Kris's jeans and sliding the zipper down, giving Kris's cock a little room to stretch out in. Kris had to wiggle as Adam tugged at the jeans and Kris took a second to be annoyed at how tight all his clothes seemed to be these days - though he knew that he wouldn't be buying any that were looser, not with the way they made Adam's eyes darken - and then the jeans were sliding off, bit by bit.
They caught at his shoes and Kris had to twist around to work his sneakers off, and he did curse out loud at that, but then he was free and bare, boxer-briefs having been tugged down along with his pants. He went back to Adam for another kiss, clumsily undid the buttons on Adam's shirt with unsteady fingers. Adam's hands were all over him, coaxing his body where Adam wanted it.
"Another good thing about this chair-" Adam was saying, between kisses. "-it also those holders for, you know, things like remote controls." Adam twisted around, reaching into the chair - into what must be a pocket in the chair - and pulling out a bottle of lube. It was ridiculous and amazing and so Adam that Kris had to laugh. Kris held his hand out toward Adam and was rewarded with a drizzle of the liquid over his fingers. Adam flipped the cap back on as Kris balanced himself on his knees and reached backward. When he did wobble, just a little, Adam's hand was on his back, steadying him. Kris flashed Adam a grin and slipped his hand between his legs, shivering at the slight chill the lube still held. Kris was careful not to touch his cock or balls - Adam got insanely proud if he managed to make Kris come without either of them touching his cock - pressing a finger into his own hole while Adam watched.
Kris worked himself open as best he could, then he pulled his fingers out and rested his hands on Adam's shoulders, needing a second to breathe. Adam reached in between them and Kris heard the soft, tiny sounds of Adam opening his pants up. Kris swayed forward at the touch of Adam's hand on his ass and Adam was lining himself up underneath Kris.
"Down now," Adam said, quietly, and Kris shivered and lowered himself down on Adam's cock, slow and steady and not stopping until Adam was in all the way. He bit down on his lip, his fingers tight on Adam's shoulders. There was always something shocking in how good it felt to be filled up by Adam - maybe that feeling would fade when he and Adam had been together for ten years or twenty or a lifetime - something surprising in how much Kris loved it. They stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, and then Kris let out a soft breath. Enough to let Adam know that more was going to happen soon.
Kris raised himself up until Adam's cock was only barely inside him - then lowered himself down just as slowly. He repositioned himself slightly and then did it again, better balanced this time. Adam caught his mouth in a kiss and Kris contented himself with that for a while, just soft kisses and slightest rocking of his hips.
One of Adam's hands was on his ass, his finger pressing at where Adam's cock disappeared into him, and Kris tried to spread his legs apart a little more, but found himself trapped by the arms of the chair.
"Stupid chair," he said into Adam's mouth. "Too small."
Adam just laughed, hands going to Kris's hips again and encouraging him to lift up.
Another slow slide up and down and it was great but Kris could tell - not quite enough. Not this time.
"Need your hand," Kris said, pressing a kiss to Adam's neck. Adam thankfully didn't need any clarification, and his fingers were soon wrapped around Kris's cock, moving loose and slow, matching the way Kris was riding Adam's cock.
And that was... that was perfect, just what Kris had needed. He came with a soft shudder, tightening around Adam's cock.
He kissed Adam dreamily as Adam rocked up into him to reach his own climax.
"I still don't like the chair," Kris said after Adam pulled out. He curled up in Adam's lap and kicked at one of the arms of the thing. "Don't think you can fuck me into changing my mind."
"Well, we can't really return it now," Adam said. "It's dirty."
"Steam-cleaning exists," Kris said.
"I don't think it even came with a return policy," Adam said. "It's practically a work of art."
"Good, you can hang it up at your studio," Kris said. "Ask Monte what he thinks of it."
"Maybe I will," Adam said, stroking Kris's thigh. "It would serve you right if he loved it."
"Let me know how that goes," Kris said. He leaned against Adam's chest and allowed - just to himself - that the chair actually was pretty nice for two people to share. Maybe he would tell Adam that later.
end.
And then just some ficlets that, for one reason or another, I just hadn't posted.
White Collar Fusion (Ficlet #4)
Title: Ficlet #4
Word Count: 1403
Summary: Inspired by White Collar - Kris is a dashing con artist and Adam is the agent sent to catch him.
Notes: Non-con elements.
White Collar Fusion Ficlet
"What if I put it back?" Kris asked, and then he bit down on his lip and fluttered his eyelashes as he looked up into Adam's eyes. His wrists were securely handcuffed to the strongest piece of furniture in the room and he was still trying to negotiate. The guy never gave up.
"Tell me where it is and I'll put it back," Adam said, sitting down on a chair out of arm's reach. He hadn't chased Kris Allen for three years without learning a thing or two about the guy - first and foremost, that not a damn word out of that pretty mouth of his could be trusted. "I let you off that thing and we both know I'll never see you again."
Kris leaned his shoulders back against the railing, tilting his hips out ever so slightly. Adam was trying not to show a reaction but... fuck if he wasn't the most gorgeous little package that Adam had seen in years. Worst of all, though he obviously knew how beautiful he was - how could he not? - there was an artlessness about the way he moved that made him even more appealing than just his looks alone would have made him.
"Maybe you would see me," Kris said. "Maybe I would sneak into your hotel room tonight - the Wiltshire, right?" Adam froze, trying to- he had to have been following me, he knew I was here, why did he- how did I catch him when he knew that I was here? - and then he saw Kris's expression shade towards satisfaction and he forced himself to relax again. The corner of Kris's mouth turned up. "Maybe I'd tie you up. I think we'd both enjoy that more."
"Or, you can tell me where the painting is and I can take you in," Adam said. Kris pouted a little and Adam reminded himself that Kris wouldn't ever be going anywhere near Gen Pop. Even so, he'd make sure to put the request in that the kid get looked out for, just in case. He hadn't - well, Kris was even prettier in person than he'd been in the photographs that Adam had studied.
"Are you sure you don't want to let me go?" Kris asked. "I really do promise to make it worth your while."
His voice dipped low, and Adam heard a hint of an accent - Kris was originally from Arkansas, he remembered, though he hadn't been back in years - and it was obvious what sort of 'promise' he was pretending to make. Or, hell, maybe he meant it. A boy that pretty and in the con business? No way he hadn't fixed some of his problems on his knees.
"That's not the way this story is going to go," Adam said, not unkindly. "This time, the bad guy is going to prison."
Kris's nose wrinkled up. "I don't like that story," he said, and there was a petulant youngness in his voice. "I think I'll write us a different one." Then he grinned and he looked so innocent and happy that it threw Adam a little. "I like the earrings. It's good that you can be gay and out in the FBI. Progressive." His gaze dropped and he nodded, almost as if talking to himself. "Wish we had more time."
"We have all the-"
The explosion that rocked the room knocked Adam off his feet and banged him against the floor hard enough to make his bones ache.
He looked up to see a fucking hole in the outer wall and he was pushing himself up but Kris was - when had he gotten his handcuffs off? - Kris was racing for the wall and then he turned at the last second and blew Adam a kiss before dropping out. Of the twentieth story.
By the time Adam got over to the hole, all he could see was street. No Kris. No broken body, which was- was a relief, and no sign of Kris at all.
Adam's only consolation was that, even with his trip having become a miserable failure (he'd had the bastard handcuffed!), he'd still gotten closer to Kris Allen than any other agent ever had.
It wasn't much of one.
He'd had to make the call back to the office to let them know that Allen had escaped. It'd left him in a bit of a mood, so he was unwinding with a bit of booze in, yes, the fucking Wiltshire and how had Kris known?
Adam drained his glass and poured himself more, and it really was nice of the place to provide a complimentary bottle, even if it was strong enough that it made him wince. He wasn't a vodka man, normally, but tonight was- fuck, tonight, he just wanted to drink himself blind and not think about the way Kris had leaned back to show off his body, about that offer to tie Adam up, about the thought of that pouting mouth encircling his cock. His lips twitched and he reached out for his glass.
And he missed.
He blinked, his vision fuzzing up. This wasn't right. This wasn't alcohol.
He took a shivery breath and he could feel himself slipping away. Fuck, oh fuck, he'd been drugged.
It was his last thought for a while.
He became aware, first of all, that he was lying down on his back. His mind felt filled with cotton fluff and his mouth tasted like a mile of desert. He tried to open his eyes and he saw something blurry moving in front of him. He tried to get up, to intercept whoever it was.
That was when he realized that he was tied down.
"You look good like that." It was Kris Allen, of course it was, and even as Adam squinted into the room, Kris was pulling off his shirt and-
Holy shit, he was built. How'd he managed to hide all of that?
"Nothing to say?" Kris teased, dropping the shirt on the floor. He was wearing tight black pants and though there was a swirl of hair starting around his belly button and leading enticingly downward, his chest was bare and smooth, tiny nipples already perky. "I keep my promises, Agent Lambert."
"How- how did you know about me?" Adam asked, his mouth dry.
"I don't like getting caught," Kris said, running his hand along Adam's leg, making his pants wrinkle up a little. Kris grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. "But I like catching." Kris's tongue darted out to wet his - perfect, lush - lip and the sparkle in his eye made it clear that Kris wasn't deaf to the potential double-meaning.
"You are- I'm a federal agent," Adam said, and he was trying to convince his cock that it didn't want to get hard, but it wasn't listening to him.
"Doesn't that just make it more exciting?" Kris asked. He climbed on the bed, straddling Adam's hips. "I like the tie. Did I mention that yet?"
Kris tugged on Adam's tie - Adam had loosened it when he'd gotten back to the hotel room but hadn't gotten around to taking it off.
"I'm thinking of tying it around your cock," Kris continued and - fuck, it wasn't Adam's fault that his hips tried to buck up - not that they could move much, as trussed up as he was.
"Let me go, Allen," Adam said, trying to sound menacing. He was pretty sure he'd never been less of a threat to someone in his life.
"I hate to tell you this," Kris said, his voice perky and light as he rubbed his hand over Adam's cock, outlining it in his pants. "But I actually have a little bit of a problem following rules. My mama called it my besetting sin." Kris's mouth quirked. "But maybe it's not the best time to bring her up."
And then he was undoing Adam's pants and he scooted down and lowered that gorgeous mouth to Adam's cock - hot and wet and better than anything Adam had felt in years. Adam set his teeth into his lip and did his best not to whimper. Eight years establishing himself as a trustworthy and reliable agent... every bit of it was slipping away, until all he could think of was light brown eyes and a quick tongue and...
Kris.
end.
Ficlet #5
Title: Ficlet #5
Pairing: mention of past Kris/Katy
Word Count: 1486
Summary: Kris isn't divorced yet, but his LA apartment is just his now.
Notes: Some consensual sexual humiliation talk
Ficlet #5
"Her stuff is really gone," Adam said, and there was a hint of wonder and surprise to his voice that ached at Kris inside, though he didn't have the right to be hurt that Adam had doubted him. There had been enough times when Kris had doubted himself, after all. "This place looks..."
"Like a mess?" Kris asked, stuffing his hand in his pocket. His ring was rubbing uncomfortably on his finger again, the break he'd cut into it scraping across his skin, though it never seemed to do any real damage.
"Like it's yours," Adam said, sitting down on the bed, resting his hand on one of the posts rising from the corner. "It looks like it's yours."
Kris shrugged, a little awkwardly. He hadn't been expecting Adam to make such a big deal of things. It was just... it was just an apartment. Kris still had a ring on his finger, there was still a marriage certificate with his name on it and Katy kept arguing the divorce off another day, another week, another month. Adam shouldn't...
"You should give me a tour," Adam said, and Kris blinked.
"The place is still the same," Kris said. Adam had seen it maybe a day or two after Kris and Katy had first moved in, Adam and Katy carefully not talking directly to each other like one of them might break at any moment - Kris had been the one frantically trying to keep the silence filled that day. Both Katy and Adam could fill the air with words on a regular day but that day... Kris had had a bruise just under the neck of his shirt, right next to his collarbone, and Katy had seen it that morning when he'd come out of the shower.
In a way, that day had been a good thing - it had been the start of the end of all the lying - but it hadn't exactly been easy to get through.
"It's not," Adam said, and his gaze swept Kris from head to toe. "Show me your bachelor pad."
Kris shivered, just a little, and he came forward and took Adam's hand, pulling him off the bed. It wasn't a big place, but Adam glowed as he walked through, his eyes going to all the empty places where Katy's stuff used to be. They ended up in the closet and Adam pressed Kris's shirts back, squishing the hangers together, as if checking to see the room left by the places Katy's dresses used to hang. Then Adam looked over at Kris and he- he froze, his eyes widening just a little.
"Back up," he said, tilting his head slightly. Kris wrinkled his nose a little in confusion, but backed up a step. Adam stalked a step closer. "Again."
Adam backed Kris up until he felt himself bump into the dresser at the back of the closet. Adam's hands were on Kris's hips, but their bodies weren't touching yet. Kris licked his lips and wanted to move forward, but he also wanted to know where Adam was going with this thing, so he stayed where he was, waiting. Adam's slid his hands down and back, cupping Kris's ass.
"Up," Adam said, and he was lifting Kris up and backward, placing him firmly on the dresser. Kris huffed out a startled breath - though he and Adam had done things, he hadn't ever quite been hauled around like that before. Adam had always been careful. Slow. But there was a light in his eyes now, almost feverish.
"Are you-"
Adam stopped Kris's question with a kiss, moving forward against Kris's body, slotting between his thighs. Kris let himself fall into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Adam eagerly. It was like a fever, like a fire, this need for Adam. Every day, it just seemed to burn hotter - and the time apart only made it worse, making the longing twist around in his bones until he was aching for it. When Adam broke away from the kiss, Kris was already panting, his cock pressing against his zipper. Adam was reaching down, tugging Kris's pants open which was- yeah, that was just want Kris needed. His jeans and shorts ended up in a pile on the closet floor. Kris reached for the bottom of his shirt, but Adam stopped his hand.
"Keep it on," Adam said. He brushed the back of his knuckles against Kris's cock and Kris's hips jerked. "Turn around."
That... didn't make any sense. When Kris started to slid off the dresser, Adam shook his head, twisting his finger around in a swivel motion. Around - on the dresser? Kris half-twisted, pulling his knee up and getting it settled, then turned the rest of the way and- oh. The mirror on the back of the closet. Kris caught his breath. It was- more obscene than he would have expected, being only half-naked. His cock was hard and tight, hitting his stomach over his shirt and leaving tiny streaks. He was spread wide - he had to be to even fit on the dresser without falling off, and he could see- fuck. He looked up and met Adam's eyes in the mirror.
"Yeah, you look pretty, don't you?" One of Adam's hands rested on Kris's hip and the other slipped down to cup his balls. Kris lifted up into the touch - couldn't help it - and he wobbled a little. Adam stepped forward, his warm, broad body keeping Kris upright. Kris could lean back now, into the security of Adam's body.
Adam ran a light finger up the length of Kris's cock and Kris held back a moan, reaching back to clutch at Adam's arms.
"You look like such a slut," Adam said, casually, his fingertips lazily playing with the head of Kris's cock. Kris whimpered, his hips shifting up into Adam's touch. "You look like you would spread it for anyone with a cock-" Kris bit down on his lip, holding back the 'thank you'. Adam didn't... he didn't do this much, talk like this, but when he did- oh, fuck, Kris didn't understand why it made everything in his body tighten up. "-like the way you flirt with guys, open yourself up and offer it all up to anyone who would touch you - but you wouldn't let them."
"No," Kris whispered, voice thready.
"Why not?" Adam asked, leaning down to lick at Kris's throat, wrapping his fingers around Kris's cock - too tight and dry but it was perfect that way, when Adam's skin rasped against his and made Kris ache. "We both know that you need a dick in your ass - any dick - big and hard and filling you up - why not bend over for all those guys?"
"Because-" Kris had to break off with a gasp, thrusting up into Adam's hand. "Ooh. Oh, fuck."
"Why not, baby?" Adam asked, quiet and right against Kris's skin, so that he felt it more than he heard it. "Saw that boy of yours - Andrew? - saw him looking at your ass the other day. Why not let him fuck you?"
"Yours," Kris said, and it was loud and heavy, almost echoing. He didn't feel steady on the dresser now, even with Adam right behind him. "Oh, god, because I'm yours."
"Yeah," Adam said, and his hand gentled just as Kris felt like he was about to come. Then Adam let go completely, reaching up to offer his palm to Kris's mouth. Kris lapped at it, almost on auto-pilot, every part of him straining for Adam to touch him again. With the tips of his fingers, Adam encourage Kris to turn his head and they were able to kiss, messy but effective. Then Adam's hand was wrapped around him again, moving more smoothly now. Adam's thumb swiped over the head of Kris's cock and he pulled out of the kiss. Kris blinked open his eyes - when had he shut them? - and Adam was smiling at him. "You will be."
It took a second for Kris to remember, to place the words in context, but then he smiled back at Adam, as much as he could when he was this close to the edge. "I will be," Kris promised.
Adam started up his rhythm again, so good at it, so much better than Kris's own hand could ever be. It didn't take much longer and then Kris came with a moan, relaxing back into Adam's body when he was done.
"Oh, wow," Kris said. He pet at Adam's hand where it cupped Kris's softening cock. He felt so loose and strong now, like he could take on the world and not worry one damn bit about what anyone would say. "All that for the apartment? I can't wait to see what happens when you get to see the divorce papers."
end.
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Ficlet #1
Title: Ficlet #1
Word Count: 623 words
Summary: Prompt from
naty_seixas: Kris and Adam having sex against a wall.
Ficlet #1
Not a good idea, Adam's brain attempts to remind him - not the right time; not the right place. Kris has been divorced for less than a week and if anyone catches them right now, they'll draw all the right - and very damning - conclusions.
He sucks at Kris's throat, pins his wrist against the wall and reaches to the side to double-check the lock. It's good and secure, but this is still a bad idea. He knows that.
Kris moans, deep and needy, his hips moving against Adam's thigh. Hard cock riding against Adam and he needs Kris closer. Adam palms Kris's hips. He works his hands down between fabric and skin, pushing Kris's jeans and briefs off, with a little help from Kris's squirming.
Then he slides his hands under the clean bare curve of Kris's ass, lifting him up and pressing him back against the wall. Kris - always quick - wraps his legs around Adam's waist and anchors himself.
It's easier to hold Kris up than it used to be - benefits of a good training regime - and he's reaching down to press his fingers into Kris when he's stopped by something hard, blocking his way. Kris squirms in Adam's arms, whimpering, head leaning back against the wall.
Adam explores a little more, but it's obvious what Kris has done. "You're just as desperate as me, aren't you, baby?" He whispers the words against Kris's neck, twists his index finger into the handle of the plug in Kris's ass - the idea of Kris pausing before the party and deciding to do this, to get himself ready for Adam's cock hours before they would get the chance to be alone... Adam's so hard that it aches.
"Adam, I- Oh." Kris pushes back against Adam's hand. Adam twists the plug and Kris whimpers. "Missed you."
Adam slowly tugs the plug out. Presses his fingers against Kris's hole, flexing and ready - Kris has to feel so empty right now. He drops the plug to the floor, reaches around to fumble at his own pants. Kris is petting at his hair now, the most tractable guy in the world when he's about to get fucked. Adam lifts Kris up and it's easy as anything to slide Kris down on his cock when Kris is this ready.
He doesn't last long. They've been living for months off of Skype and phone sex, so he thinks he's excused. He collapses to the floor, after, carefully pulling out of Kris and sliding his fingers in as a replacement.
Kris is still hard, but he's never in a hurry to come when he has something in his ass, so Adam takes his time, fucks Kris with three fingers and licks lightly at the head of Kris's cock while Kris touches Adam's face, his mouth.
"Oh, darling," Kris says, almost a sigh, and he wraps his leg around Adam's back. It's a sign that Kris is close, almost ready, and Adam goes deeper, sucks Kris down until he feels that final arching that has Kris spilling down into his throat. "Hey, hey, darling, do you think we made too much noise?" Kris is slurred and very deeply accented at these moments, in a way that makes Adam want to wrap him up and keep him where no one else can ever hear him.
Which conflicts a little with his general desire to have everyone hear Kris all the time. He's not sure if that's hypocritical or not. He's still thinking it over.
Adam presses a kiss to the tip of Kris's softened cock. "Probably," he says. "Also, we made a mess."
"We'll have to apologize," Kris says, vaguely. "We could send flowers."
Adam laughs.
end.
Ficlet #2
Title: Ficlet #2
Word Count: 670 words
Summary: Prompt from
circuitoussock - affection towards the other's feet: painting toenails, tickling, licking, whatever. More of a 'I love every bit of you' vibe than a 'I worship feet' vibe.
Ficlet #2
"Damn," Adam said, sharp and angry. Kris looked over at the bed, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Adam was frowning down at his foot, and Kris could see a splash of red along the side of Adam's big toe. He breathed in a second, worried, and then noticed the nail polish brush in Adam's hand.
Kris sighed, abandoning his computer, and went over to the bed, snagging the nail polish remover and a slip of cotton from the night stand. Adam screwed the brush back on the polish bottle and dramatically threw himself backwards on the bed. He might even be pouting.
"It's just my stupid knee," Adam said. "It doesn't make any sense that my hand is less steady when it's my knee that got hurt."
"You were leaning forward again," Kris said, settling next to Adam. He poured some of the liquid remover onto the cotton pad and carefully wiped away the extra nail polish. "The pain is supposed to be a sign that you shouldn't do something. Most people pay attention to that kind of thing."
"It's stupid," Adam said. "I just..." he sighed, and his toes wiggled. "I hate them looking so bare."
Kris hummed a little, crossed his legs underneath himself, and pulled Adam's right foot into his lap. He held out his hand and, after a second, Adam put the bottle of polish into Kris's palm. He didn't open it right away, instead took a moment to sooth Adam's muscles. He uncapped the bottle and balanced it carefully.
He took it slow, made sure that he did it right - gently blowing over each toenail after he'd painted it and then putting on a second coat. When he was done, he pressed a soft kiss onto the arch of Adam's foot and then shifted over to work on the second one.
By the time he was done, Adam was breathing hard - definitely not annoyed anymore. Kris crawled up the bed, pressing kisses against Adam through the loose fabric of his lounging pants. Adam was shirtless, at least, and Kris played a little with his nipple rings. Adam had been trying to talk Kris into getting some, which he'd resisted so far. Maybe someday.
When he finally reached Adam's mouth, he paused for a second, pressed his finger against Adam's lower lip. "Did I do a good job?"
"Hmm, I guess it was okay," Adam said, grinning. "For a first time."
"Guess I'll have to try again tomorrow," Kris said, mock-disappointed. "See if I can improve."
And just as Adam opened his mouth to make another smart-ass remark, Kris slipped his hand into Adam's pants, and Adam gasped instead, hips pushing up against Kris's fingers.
"Don't move too much," Kris warned, and he pulled Adam's cock out. He pressed one soft kiss against Adam's lips before he slid back down Adam's body. "Let me do the work."
He leaned his weight down on Adam's hips, to keep him in place, and wrapped his lips around Adam's dick. He went slow, sucked lightly until Adam was begging for it, then he slid down, taking Adam all the way in. He swallowed twice and then pulled back up, throat protesting.
Adam's hands were on his shoulders, and he'd managed to get his fingernails painted earlier but maybe he would let Kris redo them for him. Just for fun.
Kris smiled to himself and then went down again, and again until Adam was releasing into his mouth with a soft cry. He pulled off and rested his cheek against Adam's stomach, breathing a little heavily. He was hard, but he could wait for his turn. Right now, he just wanted to feel Adam underneath him.
Be grateful that all the damage Adam had gotten out of his stage accident was a strained knee. And get ready for the fact that Adam had a 'get back on the horse' attitude when it came to things like this.
Kris pressed a kiss against Adam's belly and breathed him in.
end.
Ficlet #3
Title: Ficlet #3
Word Count: 1410
Summary: Prompt from
kellog010: Kris topping from the bottom or chair sex.
Ficlet #3
"What is that thing?" Kris asked.
When he'd left the house this morning, their living room had looked like, well, their living room. Now, though, there was a huge shapeless blob of fabric that seemed to be taking over the entire room. Like a pile of shiny blue ruffly curtains that might attack at any moment.
"It's our new chair," Adam said. He flopped down on it, grinning widely. "It's all the rage right now. Madonna has one just like it, only hers is red."
With Adam sitting in it, Kris could see the vague outlines of what might be chair arms.
"It looks like Cookie Monster's dead grandfather," Kris said, trying to impart the true horror he felt to Adam. "It looks like it's about to start eating the entire room."
Adam wrinkled up his nose and said, "It's comfy, I promise. You'll love it once you give it a try."
"Our old couch was plenty comfortable," Kris grumbled. It had also been, well, couch-shaped. It had looked like a piece of furniture. "How am I supposed to sit and play guitar on that thing?"
"Oh, you haven't seen yet," Adam said, insufferably pleased with himself. "They finished up the studio today."
Kris made a soft sound and stepped toward the chair, not able to hide his delight, even in the face of Adam's smugness. "You- you said that it wouldn't be done for another week."
"Surprise!" Adam said, and when he reached out, Kris willingly let himself get pulled on top of Adam, setting his knees onto the shimmering surface of the chair's seat, on either side of Adam's legs. It was more comfortable than Kris had expected, his knees sinking in easily and holding without much wobbliness.
"You are such a liar," Kris said, but Adam probably wasn't taking it as too much of an insult, with the way Kris was nuzzling at his neck. "Can't possibly get done for another week, you said, but you knew all along."
"Can't have you getting bored," Adam said, and he tugged gently at Kris's hair to pull him up for a kiss. Kris settled into it with a sigh, enjoying the warmth of Adam's mouth. Kissing Adam for the first time after they'd been separated always felt like coming home, whether they'd been apart for weeks or - as in this case - only hours. Adam pulled up on Kris's shirt and, together, they yanked it up and over his head.
Adam's fingers lightly grazed over Kris's nipples, and Kris shivered - he could feel them hardening almost immediately at Adam's touch. He shifted on Adam's lap, cock thickening as Adam bent his head down to Kris's chest, tongue flicking out over Kris's skin. He threaded his fingers into Adam's thick hair, selfishly glad that Adam hadn't done it up today or put in any of the product that made it stiff. If Adam's hands could be torture, his mouth was doubly so, teasing at Kris's nipples until he was squirming around on Adam's lap. Kris could tell that Adam was hard, but Adam still insisted on taking his time, his hands sliding down to hold Kris's hips in place while he sucked lazily until Kris was almost panting.
Then Adam was popping open the button on Kris's jeans and sliding the zipper down, giving Kris's cock a little room to stretch out in. Kris had to wiggle as Adam tugged at the jeans and Kris took a second to be annoyed at how tight all his clothes seemed to be these days - though he knew that he wouldn't be buying any that were looser, not with the way they made Adam's eyes darken - and then the jeans were sliding off, bit by bit.
They caught at his shoes and Kris had to twist around to work his sneakers off, and he did curse out loud at that, but then he was free and bare, boxer-briefs having been tugged down along with his pants. He went back to Adam for another kiss, clumsily undid the buttons on Adam's shirt with unsteady fingers. Adam's hands were all over him, coaxing his body where Adam wanted it.
"Another good thing about this chair-" Adam was saying, between kisses. "-it also those holders for, you know, things like remote controls." Adam twisted around, reaching into the chair - into what must be a pocket in the chair - and pulling out a bottle of lube. It was ridiculous and amazing and so Adam that Kris had to laugh. Kris held his hand out toward Adam and was rewarded with a drizzle of the liquid over his fingers. Adam flipped the cap back on as Kris balanced himself on his knees and reached backward. When he did wobble, just a little, Adam's hand was on his back, steadying him. Kris flashed Adam a grin and slipped his hand between his legs, shivering at the slight chill the lube still held. Kris was careful not to touch his cock or balls - Adam got insanely proud if he managed to make Kris come without either of them touching his cock - pressing a finger into his own hole while Adam watched.
Kris worked himself open as best he could, then he pulled his fingers out and rested his hands on Adam's shoulders, needing a second to breathe. Adam reached in between them and Kris heard the soft, tiny sounds of Adam opening his pants up. Kris swayed forward at the touch of Adam's hand on his ass and Adam was lining himself up underneath Kris.
"Down now," Adam said, quietly, and Kris shivered and lowered himself down on Adam's cock, slow and steady and not stopping until Adam was in all the way. He bit down on his lip, his fingers tight on Adam's shoulders. There was always something shocking in how good it felt to be filled up by Adam - maybe that feeling would fade when he and Adam had been together for ten years or twenty or a lifetime - something surprising in how much Kris loved it. They stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, and then Kris let out a soft breath. Enough to let Adam know that more was going to happen soon.
Kris raised himself up until Adam's cock was only barely inside him - then lowered himself down just as slowly. He repositioned himself slightly and then did it again, better balanced this time. Adam caught his mouth in a kiss and Kris contented himself with that for a while, just soft kisses and slightest rocking of his hips.
One of Adam's hands was on his ass, his finger pressing at where Adam's cock disappeared into him, and Kris tried to spread his legs apart a little more, but found himself trapped by the arms of the chair.
"Stupid chair," he said into Adam's mouth. "Too small."
Adam just laughed, hands going to Kris's hips again and encouraging him to lift up.
Another slow slide up and down and it was great but Kris could tell - not quite enough. Not this time.
"Need your hand," Kris said, pressing a kiss to Adam's neck. Adam thankfully didn't need any clarification, and his fingers were soon wrapped around Kris's cock, moving loose and slow, matching the way Kris was riding Adam's cock.
And that was... that was perfect, just what Kris had needed. He came with a soft shudder, tightening around Adam's cock.
He kissed Adam dreamily as Adam rocked up into him to reach his own climax.
"I still don't like the chair," Kris said after Adam pulled out. He curled up in Adam's lap and kicked at one of the arms of the thing. "Don't think you can fuck me into changing my mind."
"Well, we can't really return it now," Adam said. "It's dirty."
"Steam-cleaning exists," Kris said.
"I don't think it even came with a return policy," Adam said. "It's practically a work of art."
"Good, you can hang it up at your studio," Kris said. "Ask Monte what he thinks of it."
"Maybe I will," Adam said, stroking Kris's thigh. "It would serve you right if he loved it."
"Let me know how that goes," Kris said. He leaned against Adam's chest and allowed - just to himself - that the chair actually was pretty nice for two people to share. Maybe he would tell Adam that later.
end.
And then just some ficlets that, for one reason or another, I just hadn't posted.
White Collar Fusion (Ficlet #4)
Title: Ficlet #4
Word Count: 1403
Summary: Inspired by White Collar - Kris is a dashing con artist and Adam is the agent sent to catch him.
Notes: Non-con elements.
White Collar Fusion Ficlet
"What if I put it back?" Kris asked, and then he bit down on his lip and fluttered his eyelashes as he looked up into Adam's eyes. His wrists were securely handcuffed to the strongest piece of furniture in the room and he was still trying to negotiate. The guy never gave up.
"Tell me where it is and I'll put it back," Adam said, sitting down on a chair out of arm's reach. He hadn't chased Kris Allen for three years without learning a thing or two about the guy - first and foremost, that not a damn word out of that pretty mouth of his could be trusted. "I let you off that thing and we both know I'll never see you again."
Kris leaned his shoulders back against the railing, tilting his hips out ever so slightly. Adam was trying not to show a reaction but... fuck if he wasn't the most gorgeous little package that Adam had seen in years. Worst of all, though he obviously knew how beautiful he was - how could he not? - there was an artlessness about the way he moved that made him even more appealing than just his looks alone would have made him.
"Maybe you would see me," Kris said. "Maybe I would sneak into your hotel room tonight - the Wiltshire, right?" Adam froze, trying to- he had to have been following me, he knew I was here, why did he- how did I catch him when he knew that I was here? - and then he saw Kris's expression shade towards satisfaction and he forced himself to relax again. The corner of Kris's mouth turned up. "Maybe I'd tie you up. I think we'd both enjoy that more."
"Or, you can tell me where the painting is and I can take you in," Adam said. Kris pouted a little and Adam reminded himself that Kris wouldn't ever be going anywhere near Gen Pop. Even so, he'd make sure to put the request in that the kid get looked out for, just in case. He hadn't - well, Kris was even prettier in person than he'd been in the photographs that Adam had studied.
"Are you sure you don't want to let me go?" Kris asked. "I really do promise to make it worth your while."
His voice dipped low, and Adam heard a hint of an accent - Kris was originally from Arkansas, he remembered, though he hadn't been back in years - and it was obvious what sort of 'promise' he was pretending to make. Or, hell, maybe he meant it. A boy that pretty and in the con business? No way he hadn't fixed some of his problems on his knees.
"That's not the way this story is going to go," Adam said, not unkindly. "This time, the bad guy is going to prison."
Kris's nose wrinkled up. "I don't like that story," he said, and there was a petulant youngness in his voice. "I think I'll write us a different one." Then he grinned and he looked so innocent and happy that it threw Adam a little. "I like the earrings. It's good that you can be gay and out in the FBI. Progressive." His gaze dropped and he nodded, almost as if talking to himself. "Wish we had more time."
"We have all the-"
The explosion that rocked the room knocked Adam off his feet and banged him against the floor hard enough to make his bones ache.
He looked up to see a fucking hole in the outer wall and he was pushing himself up but Kris was - when had he gotten his handcuffs off? - Kris was racing for the wall and then he turned at the last second and blew Adam a kiss before dropping out. Of the twentieth story.
By the time Adam got over to the hole, all he could see was street. No Kris. No broken body, which was- was a relief, and no sign of Kris at all.
Adam's only consolation was that, even with his trip having become a miserable failure (he'd had the bastard handcuffed!), he'd still gotten closer to Kris Allen than any other agent ever had.
It wasn't much of one.
He'd had to make the call back to the office to let them know that Allen had escaped. It'd left him in a bit of a mood, so he was unwinding with a bit of booze in, yes, the fucking Wiltshire and how had Kris known?
Adam drained his glass and poured himself more, and it really was nice of the place to provide a complimentary bottle, even if it was strong enough that it made him wince. He wasn't a vodka man, normally, but tonight was- fuck, tonight, he just wanted to drink himself blind and not think about the way Kris had leaned back to show off his body, about that offer to tie Adam up, about the thought of that pouting mouth encircling his cock. His lips twitched and he reached out for his glass.
And he missed.
He blinked, his vision fuzzing up. This wasn't right. This wasn't alcohol.
He took a shivery breath and he could feel himself slipping away. Fuck, oh fuck, he'd been drugged.
It was his last thought for a while.
He became aware, first of all, that he was lying down on his back. His mind felt filled with cotton fluff and his mouth tasted like a mile of desert. He tried to open his eyes and he saw something blurry moving in front of him. He tried to get up, to intercept whoever it was.
That was when he realized that he was tied down.
"You look good like that." It was Kris Allen, of course it was, and even as Adam squinted into the room, Kris was pulling off his shirt and-
Holy shit, he was built. How'd he managed to hide all of that?
"Nothing to say?" Kris teased, dropping the shirt on the floor. He was wearing tight black pants and though there was a swirl of hair starting around his belly button and leading enticingly downward, his chest was bare and smooth, tiny nipples already perky. "I keep my promises, Agent Lambert."
"How- how did you know about me?" Adam asked, his mouth dry.
"I don't like getting caught," Kris said, running his hand along Adam's leg, making his pants wrinkle up a little. Kris grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. "But I like catching." Kris's tongue darted out to wet his - perfect, lush - lip and the sparkle in his eye made it clear that Kris wasn't deaf to the potential double-meaning.
"You are- I'm a federal agent," Adam said, and he was trying to convince his cock that it didn't want to get hard, but it wasn't listening to him.
"Doesn't that just make it more exciting?" Kris asked. He climbed on the bed, straddling Adam's hips. "I like the tie. Did I mention that yet?"
Kris tugged on Adam's tie - Adam had loosened it when he'd gotten back to the hotel room but hadn't gotten around to taking it off.
"I'm thinking of tying it around your cock," Kris continued and - fuck, it wasn't Adam's fault that his hips tried to buck up - not that they could move much, as trussed up as he was.
"Let me go, Allen," Adam said, trying to sound menacing. He was pretty sure he'd never been less of a threat to someone in his life.
"I hate to tell you this," Kris said, his voice perky and light as he rubbed his hand over Adam's cock, outlining it in his pants. "But I actually have a little bit of a problem following rules. My mama called it my besetting sin." Kris's mouth quirked. "But maybe it's not the best time to bring her up."
And then he was undoing Adam's pants and he scooted down and lowered that gorgeous mouth to Adam's cock - hot and wet and better than anything Adam had felt in years. Adam set his teeth into his lip and did his best not to whimper. Eight years establishing himself as a trustworthy and reliable agent... every bit of it was slipping away, until all he could think of was light brown eyes and a quick tongue and...
Kris.
end.
Ficlet #5
Title: Ficlet #5
Pairing: mention of past Kris/Katy
Word Count: 1486
Summary: Kris isn't divorced yet, but his LA apartment is just his now.
Notes: Some consensual sexual humiliation talk
Ficlet #5
"Her stuff is really gone," Adam said, and there was a hint of wonder and surprise to his voice that ached at Kris inside, though he didn't have the right to be hurt that Adam had doubted him. There had been enough times when Kris had doubted himself, after all. "This place looks..."
"Like a mess?" Kris asked, stuffing his hand in his pocket. His ring was rubbing uncomfortably on his finger again, the break he'd cut into it scraping across his skin, though it never seemed to do any real damage.
"Like it's yours," Adam said, sitting down on the bed, resting his hand on one of the posts rising from the corner. "It looks like it's yours."
Kris shrugged, a little awkwardly. He hadn't been expecting Adam to make such a big deal of things. It was just... it was just an apartment. Kris still had a ring on his finger, there was still a marriage certificate with his name on it and Katy kept arguing the divorce off another day, another week, another month. Adam shouldn't...
"You should give me a tour," Adam said, and Kris blinked.
"The place is still the same," Kris said. Adam had seen it maybe a day or two after Kris and Katy had first moved in, Adam and Katy carefully not talking directly to each other like one of them might break at any moment - Kris had been the one frantically trying to keep the silence filled that day. Both Katy and Adam could fill the air with words on a regular day but that day... Kris had had a bruise just under the neck of his shirt, right next to his collarbone, and Katy had seen it that morning when he'd come out of the shower.
In a way, that day had been a good thing - it had been the start of the end of all the lying - but it hadn't exactly been easy to get through.
"It's not," Adam said, and his gaze swept Kris from head to toe. "Show me your bachelor pad."
Kris shivered, just a little, and he came forward and took Adam's hand, pulling him off the bed. It wasn't a big place, but Adam glowed as he walked through, his eyes going to all the empty places where Katy's stuff used to be. They ended up in the closet and Adam pressed Kris's shirts back, squishing the hangers together, as if checking to see the room left by the places Katy's dresses used to hang. Then Adam looked over at Kris and he- he froze, his eyes widening just a little.
"Back up," he said, tilting his head slightly. Kris wrinkled his nose a little in confusion, but backed up a step. Adam stalked a step closer. "Again."
Adam backed Kris up until he felt himself bump into the dresser at the back of the closet. Adam's hands were on Kris's hips, but their bodies weren't touching yet. Kris licked his lips and wanted to move forward, but he also wanted to know where Adam was going with this thing, so he stayed where he was, waiting. Adam's slid his hands down and back, cupping Kris's ass.
"Up," Adam said, and he was lifting Kris up and backward, placing him firmly on the dresser. Kris huffed out a startled breath - though he and Adam had done things, he hadn't ever quite been hauled around like that before. Adam had always been careful. Slow. But there was a light in his eyes now, almost feverish.
"Are you-"
Adam stopped Kris's question with a kiss, moving forward against Kris's body, slotting between his thighs. Kris let himself fall into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Adam eagerly. It was like a fever, like a fire, this need for Adam. Every day, it just seemed to burn hotter - and the time apart only made it worse, making the longing twist around in his bones until he was aching for it. When Adam broke away from the kiss, Kris was already panting, his cock pressing against his zipper. Adam was reaching down, tugging Kris's pants open which was- yeah, that was just want Kris needed. His jeans and shorts ended up in a pile on the closet floor. Kris reached for the bottom of his shirt, but Adam stopped his hand.
"Keep it on," Adam said. He brushed the back of his knuckles against Kris's cock and Kris's hips jerked. "Turn around."
That... didn't make any sense. When Kris started to slid off the dresser, Adam shook his head, twisting his finger around in a swivel motion. Around - on the dresser? Kris half-twisted, pulling his knee up and getting it settled, then turned the rest of the way and- oh. The mirror on the back of the closet. Kris caught his breath. It was- more obscene than he would have expected, being only half-naked. His cock was hard and tight, hitting his stomach over his shirt and leaving tiny streaks. He was spread wide - he had to be to even fit on the dresser without falling off, and he could see- fuck. He looked up and met Adam's eyes in the mirror.
"Yeah, you look pretty, don't you?" One of Adam's hands rested on Kris's hip and the other slipped down to cup his balls. Kris lifted up into the touch - couldn't help it - and he wobbled a little. Adam stepped forward, his warm, broad body keeping Kris upright. Kris could lean back now, into the security of Adam's body.
Adam ran a light finger up the length of Kris's cock and Kris held back a moan, reaching back to clutch at Adam's arms.
"You look like such a slut," Adam said, casually, his fingertips lazily playing with the head of Kris's cock. Kris whimpered, his hips shifting up into Adam's touch. "You look like you would spread it for anyone with a cock-" Kris bit down on his lip, holding back the 'thank you'. Adam didn't... he didn't do this much, talk like this, but when he did- oh, fuck, Kris didn't understand why it made everything in his body tighten up. "-like the way you flirt with guys, open yourself up and offer it all up to anyone who would touch you - but you wouldn't let them."
"No," Kris whispered, voice thready.
"Why not?" Adam asked, leaning down to lick at Kris's throat, wrapping his fingers around Kris's cock - too tight and dry but it was perfect that way, when Adam's skin rasped against his and made Kris ache. "We both know that you need a dick in your ass - any dick - big and hard and filling you up - why not bend over for all those guys?"
"Because-" Kris had to break off with a gasp, thrusting up into Adam's hand. "Ooh. Oh, fuck."
"Why not, baby?" Adam asked, quiet and right against Kris's skin, so that he felt it more than he heard it. "Saw that boy of yours - Andrew? - saw him looking at your ass the other day. Why not let him fuck you?"
"Yours," Kris said, and it was loud and heavy, almost echoing. He didn't feel steady on the dresser now, even with Adam right behind him. "Oh, god, because I'm yours."
"Yeah," Adam said, and his hand gentled just as Kris felt like he was about to come. Then Adam let go completely, reaching up to offer his palm to Kris's mouth. Kris lapped at it, almost on auto-pilot, every part of him straining for Adam to touch him again. With the tips of his fingers, Adam encourage Kris to turn his head and they were able to kiss, messy but effective. Then Adam's hand was wrapped around him again, moving more smoothly now. Adam's thumb swiped over the head of Kris's cock and he pulled out of the kiss. Kris blinked open his eyes - when had he shut them? - and Adam was smiling at him. "You will be."
It took a second for Kris to remember, to place the words in context, but then he smiled back at Adam, as much as he could when he was this close to the edge. "I will be," Kris promised.
Adam started up his rhythm again, so good at it, so much better than Kris's own hand could ever be. It didn't take much longer and then Kris came with a moan, relaxing back into Adam's body when he was done.
"Oh, wow," Kris said. He pet at Adam's hand where it cupped Kris's softening cock. He felt so loose and strong now, like he could take on the world and not worry one damn bit about what anyone would say. "All that for the apartment? I can't wait to see what happens when you get to see the divorce papers."
end.
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