Playing with Fire: Chapter 5
Title: PLAYING WITH FIRE Chapters 5/8
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Kris goes too far in teasing Adam while on tour. (No Drake or Katy ever existed in this story.)
Style: Humor/Dialogue
Note: Written upon request for ontd-ai kink meme #50. You may not archive or post elsewhere without express permission.
Story begins here: Playing with Fire: Chapters 1-4
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Chapter 5: Never take your eyes off a smoldering fire
"Pee! Damnit! Pee! Cooperate!" Kris muttered as he stared at his dick. Which was not cooperating. Which was hard as a freakin' rock and... Oh god, he couldn't go back in that room like this. And oh god, he was talking to his own dick. "Guess I might as well. You've been talking to me for months!"
"Who's been talking to you?" Anoop asked as he rounded the corner to the urinals and saw no one but Kris in the bathroom.
"Uh...." Kris turned his back slightly and looked down. There was a god: his dick was deflating. Proof was found not on the roof, but in the men's room. Whoa. There was probably all sorts of proof to be found in men's rooms in Adam's life and Adam's dick and.. Oh yeah. Stuff the dick back inside the pants. Pronto. Because? Oh yeah. Anoop. Talking. To. Me. "Just talking to myself."
"Okaaaaaaaaay." Anoop shrugged, then grinned. "I wonder what my psych prof would have said about a man talking to himself while holding and staring at his dick."
"Probably that the man's hand has spent so much time alone with that dick that they're having meaningful conversations," Kris blurted out, then bent his head forward and groaned while Anoop burst out laughing.
When Anoop finished chuckling, he shrugged again. "Hey, at least you talked your dick down before you went back in for that Kradam interview." He paused to enjoy the flash of red that covered Kris' face and neck. "Wouldn't be cool to have another boner while you're with Adam recorded for posterity."
"Shut up, asshole," Kris muttered as he nearly ran from the bathroom. He hoped Anoop didn't tell anyone about that or... Well, would it matter if Anoop told what with the footage Michelle had in that interview? Because geez, he'd had a boner and the way that Adam had looked at him...
The footage. Michelle really could not, should not make that public. No. That conversation had been like...foreplay. Like Adam had said, like a sex tape... Don't think about that, Kris, don't... Oh, shit.
Kris tugged his shirt down as he entered the room and stopped in the doorway. He froze as he saw Adam and Michelle laughing, hard. What the hell? Adam was zipping up his backpack and nodding at something Michelle was saying in that breakneck, New Yawker way of hers that made Kris need to focus, hard. Why couldn’t people in this town just slow down? Then Adam turned to look his way and...Dayum... The heat there made everything slow down, move in slow motion, as if they were swimming underwater and he couldn't hear what they were saying. All he could see was blue. Pulling him closer and closer... while he wondered how blue could be so hot. He pulled at the collar of his undershirt.
You're playing with fire
Then, suddenly, he heard Michelle and the handler laughing and talking so damn fast. Kris wished everyone could just slow down. Take a moment and... let his heart stop beating so hard it felt like thunder in his chest. Could anyone hear that? And that look of Adam's, where had that come from? One minute he was laughing with Michelle and the next... What the hell? What the hell! Adam’s laughter with Michelle - had that been at Kris’ expense or a way to hide his own intention? Kris looked away from Adam’s eyes, took in a little breath and sidled over toward the handler, desperate to ask her to find a way to hold that footage. He paused as he tried to decipher her bemused expression.
“Um...can we...” Kris mumbled in her direction, then glanced away toward the door as he struggled for a subtle way to make his request. “Adam and I, that... Can we...” He trailed off into silence.
“Can we...?” The handler repeated, wrinkling her brow as she tried to translate Kris’ silence. “Oh! Can you two go? Sure. The car is waiting!”
“Go? The car? Waiting?” Kris blinked. Damn, he sounded like an--
“Doing your best imitation of an echo machine, Kris?” Adam grinned and began walking toward the door, while saying goodbye to the others. As if nothing momentous had happened.
The handler smiled almost apologetically at Michelle, then looked back at Adam. "Hope this wasn't a--"
"Not at all, right Michelle?" Adam interjected.
"Of course not!" Michelle laughed again and the handler joined her.
Kris decided then that the handler looked... relieved? Oh, Adam had probably charmed the interviewer into holding the footage. Thank god. But no surprise. Adam was really good at charming people into doing what he wanted. And teasing. Kris smiled in his own relief. He had pushed Adam, he knew that. Just as he knew that maybe he had pushed him too far. But now Adam looked back to normal. Kris moved toward the door where Adam was waiting. “Where are we going, Adam?” Kris smiled and bounced on his sneakers. Adam always knew how to have or find a good time. And they were in New York, after all. Maybe... Then he frowned. “Not out with Brad, I hope. Please tell me-“
Adam hooked his hand around the back of Kris’ neck. “I do like it when you say please.”
You're playing with fire
Kris leaned back into Adam's hand and looked up into his eyes. Oh...shit. Oh...damn. There it was again. He felt Adam’s hand pulling him through the door and bit his lip as he kept staring into Adam’s eyes. “Oh.”
“Let’s go. We have a car waiting.” Adam slung his backpack over his left shoulder and propelled Kris down the hall with his right hand.
“What about my guitar and my bag-“
“Already delivered to the hotel.”
Kris watched the hallways whiz by as he hustled to keep up with Adam's longer strides and, he admitted, planning process. Wow, this was moving fast all of a sudden. He needed a breath or... mixing signals. That seemed to distract Adam. “What about Brad?”
“Pfft," Adam snorted and grabbed Kris by the elbow to make the sharp right turn into the underground transportation area. "He’s not my guest, I didn’t invite him out here. He can entertain himself. I'm far more interested in how we're going to entertain ourselves for the next--”
“I thought we had to go back to the meet-“
“We're done. We met everyone. The handler handled it. That’s what she does. Don’t argue about it." Adam halted, put the backpack down next to him, and with a hand on Kris' forearm, drew him close. Bending down until their noses were almost touching, Adam whispered, "I told you that when we were done with this interview, you and I had a little interview of our own to do.”
You're playing with fire
Kris shivered and moved closer and closer until he could feel the heat radiating off of Adam's body, then moved closer still until they were touching from head to toe. He felt Adam hiss in a breath and smiled before tilting his head back. If he moved forward just an inch their lips would touch. Just an inch... Then he saw the driver, must be, of their car out of the corner of his eye and merely whispered, “You’re being bossy tonight.”
Adam slid his arm around Kris' waist and pulled him up tightly against his body. It was Kris' turn to draw a breath as he felt the hardness pressing against him. Adam smiled slowly, watching as Kris' eyes slid down to his mouth. Adam waited until Kris' eyes widened, then bent down to pick up his backpack with a smirk. “Bossy? You have no idea. But I have so many ideas tonight. So many..."
You're playing with fire
TBC HERE: Playing with Fire: Chapter 6