Playing with Fire: Chapter 10 THE END
Title: PLAYING WITH FIRE
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Kris goes too far in teasing Adam while on tour. (No Drake or Katy exist in this story.)
Style: Humor/Dialogue/Sex
Note: Written upon request for ontd_ai kink meme #50. You may not archive or post elsewhere without express permission.
Previous entries:
Playing with Fire: Chapters 1-4 Playing with Fire: Chapter 5
Playing with Fire: Chapter 6 Playing with Fire: Chapter 7
Playing with Fire: Chapter 8 Playing with Fire: Chapter 9
Chapter 10: Unquenchable flames
Fire. He was on fire.
Adam flung the covers back and then realized. There were no covers. Just... heat. More heat. And... then.. Wet heat. “Oh yeah....” He thrust his cock into the wet heat surrounding it and moaned. Over and over as the mouth on his cock gently licked and sucked him deeper and deeper until... he felt as though ... Fire. He was on fire. It was red behind his eyelids and he swore he could see his own heart pounding and... So wet, so oh god, the tongue and ... Oh god, not yet...
Adam slowly opened his eyes, afraid that seeing Kris sucking him off might just slay him. He touched his tongue to his upper lip and then swallowed hard at the sight of Kris kneeling between his legs, the sunlight pouring across them both, highlighting his damn freckles and Kris’ perfect skin, the light touching the glisten on Kris’ lip, then the tip of his tongue as he licked Adam’s pre-come off, slowly. “Ahhhh, Kris...” He lifted heavy hands to cup the back of Kris’ head. “Don’t stop. Please...”
“You’re going to let me...” Kris asked, his voice husky as his hands roved up and down Adam’s thighs, then delved inward to stroke Adam’s balls. He bent his head and teased the tip of Adam’s cock, grinning when Adam involuntarily rocked up into his mouth. “Let me suck your cock into my mouth? And keep sucking until you flood my mouth?”
Adam gasped, then laughed, then groaned as Kris flicked his tongue out teasingly without touching him. “Of course. Have I ever given you the impression of total stupidity?”
“No.” Kris smiled and rubbed his head back against Adam’s hot hands. “I was afraid you were going to resist. I was looking for those leather straps, but I couldn’t find them.” Then again, he’d found something almost as interesting which had led to a quick phone call. Adam did like to control situations, for sure.
“Oh, really?” Adam arched an eyebrow, then arched his neck as Kris suddenly engulfed the head of his cock in his mouth. Kris was so distracting. He gritted his teeth, holding back from shoving deeply into Kris’ mouth.
“Adam!” Kris said urgently as he pulled back. “Don’t hold back.”
“I don’t want to overwhelm you. This is...” Adam ran his thumbs along Kris’ neck. “This is your first time? Right?”
“I told you last night. I’ve never done anything with a guy before. You’re my first and-“ My last, he meant to say, when Adam cut him off.
“Right. And I...” Adam smiled. “I don’t want to scare you off. I want you to like it.”
"Don't worry, I'm gonna love it." Kris nodded and kept his eyes on Adam’s face, seeing the blue in the eyes darken as he bent his head and slowly in one long lick, sent the flat of his tongue stroking along the back of Adam’s cock. “Hmmm. Given how big your cock is, it will take me a while to learn how to take it all in easily, but...”
“But...” Adam held his breath, feeling Kris’ pulse beat under his thumbs as he gently caressed Kris’ throat, his hands sliding along the damp skin. Feeling a bead of sweat hit his index finger, he brought it to his mouth and licked it, watching Kris’ face flush. Damn, Kris was so responsive. Last night had been- not enough.
“You’ve told me that practice is the key to excellent oral technique.” Kris grinned before he once again opened his mouth and took Adam inside.
His eyes open wide now, Adam watched, rapt, as Kris dedicated himself to learning how to make him groan and tremble and swear and shake just as he dedicated himself so single-mindedly to learning a new song. And day-um... if Kris wasn’t making him sing, Adam thought as he heard to soft sounds he was making, the words and the rustle of crumped sheets, the brush of hands against thighs, calves against calves, their joint gasp as Adam’s cock suddenly leapt in Kris’ mouth pushing deeper and deeper, the moan as Kris suddenly found his way and...
Kris moaned around Adam’s cock. This might be the single most erotic experience of his life. The sounds Adam was making with that mouth of his. The feel of Adam's skin against his hands, he legs, he couldn’t get enough. And that cock. He couldn’t get enough of that either. The feel of that cock, so big, so hard, so...hot, inside his mouth...he could feel the pulse along his lower lip, making him want to suck harder, forming a ring, and swirl his tongue over and over and around and around, feeling Adam’s cock respond to him.
To him, Kris exulted as he felt Adam’s thighs tremble under his hands, and Adam’s hips rock faster and faster as his own mimicked Adam’s need and his mouth repeated the rhythm. He groaned deeply when Adam tensed, his hands gripped Kris’ head, pushing him down, and he cried out a warning. When Kris responded by sucking harder, Adam thrust upward and Kris felt found himself as Adam lost himself inside Kris’ mouth.
OMG. OMFG, Adam thought as he felt the flush of heat continue to roll over his body as he watched Kris’ mouth on him, not pulling away, milking him, OMG. His first time and he had actually.... “That was...”
Gasping for breath, Kris pulled off for a moment, then unable to resist, immediately returned to licking, softly this time, interspersing the licks with kisses until Adam tugged him away with a shaky chuckle. “No more, baby...”
“Well?” Kris asked anxiously as Adam did not smile, just lay there staring at him as if... He smiled slowly as he read the meaning in the gaze. “I know I’m not as...expert at it-“
“Well...You’re perfect.” Adam caught his breath, then pulled Kris up so that he could kiss him. When their lips parted, they were both smiling. Adam looked at Kris’ bottom lip, red and swollen...from him. From his cock. In Kris’ mouth. He opened his mouth and bit that lip. “I finally found a way to keep you from talking during sex.”
“Just keep filling my mouth up.” Kris leaned in for another kiss and sighed as Adam’s tongue invaded his mouth slowly and lovingly.
“My pleasure. But it’s my turn.” Adam reached for Kris and frowned when Kris shook his head. “Kris, let me take care of you...”
Kris blushed. “I came from blowing you.”
“You...” Adam frowned and glanced down. “But .. Oh. My. God. You came from blowing me?!”
“Yeah.” Kris looked down, feeling the heat in his cheeks, then back up. “That moment was featured in a lot of my fantasies. Once I finally did it, I was... overcome by the reality.”
“Thanks,” Adam said sincerely as he looked up at Kris. Kris had been made for him. Did he undestand that? “That...feeds my ego.”
Kris shook Adam’s shoulder. “You are so fucking fierce and fabulous and sexy... everything about you is so hot...” He gently ran his fingers over Adam’s skin, enjoying the way the sun streaming in seemed to make the freckles glow. “One of these days, I’m going to tie you down so I can lick every single one of those freckles.”
“I’m more interested in you licking my dick.” Adam grinned and caught Kris’ hand in his. Lifting it to his lips, he ran his tongue across Kris’ fingertips before sucking Kris’ middle finger into his mouth. When Kris started to breathe heavily, Adam pulled back. “As good as you were, practice is the key to any good oral technique.”
“Shit. You’ve said that before. I said that. You probably forgot, being all overwhelmed by my beginner's luck. Let's try again.” Kris groaned as he saw the flare of interest in Adam's eyes. He moved toward Adam, then stopped as he felt the pull on his skin. “I’m... sticky. Let’s shower.”
“Go ahead...” Adam closed his eyes and lay back, throwing his arms over his head and moving his legs against the sun and Kris-warmed sheets. He just wanted to lie here and... He took a deep breath.
Kris curled his hands into the sheets, then unable to resist, curled his hand around Adam's shoulder. Watching Adam move so sensually... He wanted more.“ Don’t you want to shower with me? Hear my shower fantasies?”
“I...” Adam looked Kris up and down slowly. “Let’s be honest.”
“You always are.” Kris moved his hand from Adam’s shoulder to his face, touching his cheek gently. He looked down carefully, watching Adam’s eyes. He was telling the truth, but holding back. Why? Adam was always the risk-taker. He wasn’t afraid. No. He was... nervous? Nah, that couldn’t be... but ...
Wait. Kris knew he’d misread Adam a couple of months earlier when he hadn’t realized that Adam truly was embarrassed by the media attention to his crush comment. But what could he be nervous about? God knew the man was sex on fire and... Adam only got nervous about emotional stuff. But what did he have to be nervous about? They’d finally gotten together. Finally. Made love and... He looked into Adam’s eyes and felt his heart thud at the look there. Love. He thought of what he’d found in the backpack. He did owe Adam. In more ways than one.
“Yeah.” Adam bit his lip, sighed, then smiled. “If we get in that shower and you start telling me your fantasies, I’m going to take you again. And after two times last night, you might be a little sore. As I just said, I want you to like what we do, want it, need it and if...”
“Oh. Yeah. Don't worry. I'm gonna want it again.” Kris blushed again, then looked toward the large window, filled with sunlight. “So, do you want to go out? We’re in New York, after all. We can see a show. Or... Shopping...”
You’re playing with fire
“Shopping. You want to go shopping?” Adam asked incredulously. “For what? More plaid?”
“Hey. I have it on good authority that plaid is in this season.”
“Yeah, if you don’t wear it like a uniform at Texas Roadhouse.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. No, seriously. I know you want to go shopping. I know you regret not buying those boots the other day. Let’s go. I’ll buy them for you, in fact.”
“You seriously want to go shopping with me?” Adam shook his head in disbelief.
Kris shrugged. “It makes you happy. Plus, I love watching you shop because it makes you happy.”
“You...” Adam shook his head. “You know if I start shopping in New York...”
“I know. It will be like making love with you last night.” Kris grinned as he ran his finger along Adam’s cheekbones. How could any man be so beautiful? “Endless and worth it if only for the look on your face.”
“Oh.” Adam held his breath. Waiting. And then Kris held out his hand.
“Let’s get going.” Kris pulled Adam up and then wrapped his arms around him and squeezed tightly, then letting go. “You must have phone calls to make.”
“It’s supposed to be our day off-“ Adam protested, hoping Kris wasn’t pulling away.
“I know. But...” Kris shrugged. “You’re Mr. Media Magnet-“
“Shut up, slacker boy.” Adam picked up a pillow that had gotten tossed to the floor during the night and shoved it at Kris’ face.
Laughing, Kris bounced backwards and pointed towards Adam’s phone on the nightstand. “Go ahead. You probably have a gazillion texts from your friends. And Neil. And your mom.”
“Like your mom doesn’t call you all the time?” Adam teased, even as he wondered how his phone had gotten to the nighstand. Last he remembered, it was in his backpack.
“We’re both mama’s boys.” Kris shrugged and moved away.
Kris closed the bathroom door, turned the shower on high, grabbed his phone and looking at his missed calls, dialed quickly. “Michelle. Listen, it’s Kris Allen. Thanks for calling me back. I bet you’d like to have an actual interview with Adam and me for your website... Yeah, I found the memory stick in Adam’s backpack. He set me up... Who, me?”
You’re playing with fire
Adam hit the number one speed dial on his phone and waited impatiently. “Mom. I need you to tell me. Did I just make a huge mistake? Or am I misreading...Or maybe I’m not. I’m confused... Of course, I’m talking about Kris.”
“I think you should buy those jeans...” Adam mused as he twirled his finger in a circle.
“How did we end up shopping for me? And what does that mean?” Kris wrinkled his nose in confusion.
Adam sighed and shared a look of commiseration with the store clerk, then shooed him away. “Do you never go shopping for jeans?”
“I buy my jeans online.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Believe me, I can tell. Allow me to educate you. Lesson number one. Jeans are all about how they fit your ass. So, turn around so I can see your ass in them.”
Kris grinned and turned slowly, bending forward. With a quick glance around, he wiggled slowly. “Well? You wanna educate my ass some more? I think it needs some hands-on tutoring.”
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“If that’s what you want, those jeans are not tight enough. Let's go into the dressing room--” Adam grinned, then groaned when his phone rang and he recognized the number of the handler.
Kris looked away, then darted over to the jeans display and grabbed the next smaller size, before disappearing into the dressing room while Adam argued over the meaning of “day off” to their handler. Whistling silently, he jumped when Adam pulled open the dressing room door.
“My modesty!” Kris laughed and looked up appreciatively as Adam’s broad shoulders filled in the door frame.
“Screw your modesty-“ Adam said impatiently as he shoved his phone into his pocket.
“Yeah, I think you did that last night during the interview with Michelle. Or was that just foreplay?”
“Well, you like the teasing.” Adam frowned. “So you should be happy.”
“I take it that we have to go do an interview?” Kris shrugged and grabbed the smaller size of jeans. “Let’s pay for these and-“
“You didn’t try that pair on-“ Adam protested.
“It’s just a pair of jeans!” Kris argued, ignoring Adam’s protest and walking toward the cashier.
“It’s not just a pair of jeans. It’s a statement of-“ Adam began, following Kris. That pair of jeans he’d tried on had actually been tight enough. He wasn’t sure he wanted his Kris out in anything tighter. Assuming that Kris was his, he hadn’t really said. He looked up at the two of them, reflected in the mirror behind the counter. They looked like a couple, with Kris leaning against him as he handed over his credit card and smiled up at him.
“Blah, blah, blah, Lambert. You spent an hour debating over the two different colors of those boots, which makes no sense to me, since you can now afford two pairs-“
“It’s the fun of the debate-“
“Oh. Pardon me. We were having fun?” Kris teased.
“Yeah. We were.” Adam looked at Kris, who began to laugh.
“Yeah. We were,” Kris agreed, wrapping his arm around Adam for a hug.
“So you two are a couple?” Michelle grinned.
“Wow. That’s an abrupt opening-“ Adam began, hoping to prevaricate since he didn’t really know the answer to the damn question.
“Yes. We are a couple.” Kris nodded emphatically.
Adam felt his heart stutter, then begin beating again. He leaned back and raised one eyebrow. “We are? I don’t remember having that conversation.”
“WHAT?” Kris asked, his eyes wide. Damn it, he'd been right. Adam's anxiety was about their relationship. He hadn't thought two guys would need to have one of those talks. My bad, Kris thought. As incredible as it seemed, Adam was vulnerable emotionally. He smiled apologetically at Adam. “Of course we are.” He moved forward, sliding along the couch until he was nearly sitting on top of Adam. “C’mon. Admit it. We’ve always been a couple.”
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“Always?” Adam repeated. “Apparently, I didn’t receive that press release. Did you?” Adam gestured toward Michelle.
“I may have,” Michelle admitted with a sidelong glance at the handler, who shrugged helplessly.
“You mean, when he called you to set up this interview?” Adam smiled smugly.
Kris gaped at Adam, then turned to Michelle. “You told!”
Michelle shrugged. “He asked."
"When?" Kris looked from Michelle to Adam and back, feeling like a stupid ping-pong ball.
"I guess you were trying on a pair of jeans that you bought that were too tight--" Michelle began.
Kris groaned. "Couldn't you have resisted? I mean, I know he's charming, but--"
Michelle grinned. "You better than anyone else knows how futile it is to resist Adam.”
“Yeah. I do. Assuming he’s asking, which took him a long time...“ Kris stopped, then tilted his head and smiled. “Not that Adam really asks. He sorta tells you...”
“If I’d told you what I wanted to tell you a long time ago...” Adam gritted his teeth. “So tell them the truth. We were not a couple the whole time. In fact, our... coupling is quite recent.”
Michelle laughed, then gestured at Kris. “Yes. Can you clarify that, Kris?”
Adam nodded. “Oh yes. Do clarify, Kris.”
“Welll..." Kris smoothed his damp palm down Adam's thigh. "I always knew, right from the beginning, that Adam was the most amazing person I'd ever met. And we hit it off... like no one I'd ever met before. Right?"
"Right," Adam agreed softly, watching Kris intently as they looked into each other's eyes.
"For a long time we were just friends with this..."
"Undercurrent. It's called sexual tension," Adam teased as he relaxed. It was coming true. All his dreams were coming true. Professionally, personally. He wanted to laugh, to sing, to dance, damn it. Oh, and have more sex.
"Yeah. We even know about that in Arkansas." Kris grinned up at Adam, forgetting anyone else was in the room until Adam tapped his hand and pointed toward Michelle. "Oh yeah. My point is that our relationship...well, it evolved, like all relationships do. Or should. And one thing I don't wanna hear is that Adam made me gay. I want to make it clear that Adam did not... turn me or seduce me...I didn’t get a toaster or anything. ” Kris began. “I just ...although there’s no just about it, I fell in love. I didn’t understand what I was feeling at first and then... ” Kris shrugged while keeping his eyes on Adam’s face. “I had so many feelings. But then I remembered that, ‘the greatest of these is love.’ But I was never really scared. Nervous, maybe. Sure. But I was always...happy. Happy around Adam. I mean...I’m just...thrilled he feels the same way. Because, who wouldn’t feel that way for him and- ”
“Kris, You just made quite a speech, maybe that's enough." Adam suggested in a soft whisper. "Before you go on, perhaps you should talk to your family..."
Kris shook his head and curled his hand around Adam’s forearm. “I already did. I told them - all of them - a long time ago. Or rather, I talked with them about it and they helped me figure out what I was feeling, especially my mom. That I was in love with you. And then I talked with your mom and she told me that if I hurt you, Neil would kill me and - “ Kris broke off at the look of shock, followed by comprehension, followed by a slow-burning fire that lit Adam’s eyes. “Uh-oh.”
You’re playing with fire
Adam clenched his jaw, then let out a long breath. “I am most definitely not making a pun here - but let me get this straight. You never said anything to me. But. Your mother knows you’re in love with me. Your father knows. Your brother. MY mother knows-“
“Adam, the whole world knows I’m in love with you!” Kris exclaimed impatiently and shook Adam’s arm. Then he sat back. Patted Adam’s shoulder, thinking that perhaps that comment hadn’t been his wisest move. Then again, seeing the predatory look on Adam’s face, perhaps that had been an even better move than waking Adam up with a blow job. Although, that had been pretty damn great. He licked his lower lip.
“Really. Did you all know?” Adam asked, gesturing toward everyone else in the room.
“Yup!” Michelle nodded eagerly, while everyone else grinned.
“I see. And just when, Mr. Allen, did you plan on telling me?” Adam leaned forward and poked Kris in the thigh, before opening his hand and spreading the palm possessively over Kris' leg. “Or was that going to be part of your own magazine cover story somewhere and I’d open it up to find out - along with the rest of the world - that you were in love with me?”
You’re playing with fire
“I...uh...” Kris licked his lips nervously this time. “I guess I thought you knew, you know, on some level and...” He looked down. “Well, I couldn’t quite figure out why you weren’t taking me up on my offers since you're so...assertive in that..uh...way and I also guessed that your mom would tell you...”
“My mom? What is this, some arranged marriage? Or the pseudo-adult version of junior high when my mom meets your mom in the grocery store and they make plans for us to go to the junior high spring fling together-“ He paused when he saw a flush creep up Kris’ face. “Wait. Our moms did talk together, didn’t they?”
“Um... maybe...” Kris mumbled.
Adam’s lips twitched and then he burst out laughing, flinging his head back.
Kris gasped as he looked up from the tempting arch of Adam’s neck and read the truth in his face. “You knew. Your mom did tell you!”
“This morning, babe. This morning.”
“Oh. Oh!” Kris blushed. He looked aside at Michelle and the handler, who were averting their eyes. Thank god. “So you didn’t really know...” He shook his head and reached for Adam’s hand, then shifted close to whisper in Adam’s ear. “That’s why I felt you were holding back. Wow. What is it going to be like...now? Now, that I’m telling you. I love you, Adam Lambert. What is it going to be like between us now?”
You’re playing with fire
Adam sucked in a breath as he looked into the deep brown of Kris’ eyes and saw the truth he’d hoped to see, for so long. Maybe it had been there all along, maybe... He slid his hand around the back of Kris’ neck and opened his mouth and then caught sight of the blinking red of the camera. Damn it, they were on camera. No more private pictures being made public. And shit! The love in Kris’ eyes was being tinged with amusement and a hint of daring. Kris told him that, now, here? He shook his head warningly and said in a normal tone of voice, “But I said before. I’m going to kill you.”
“And I said before. I’m gonna die happy.” Kris smiled and settled back against Adam. He looked around and then blinked when he saw the rhythmic red light of the camera. Camera. Rhythm. Video. Red. Hot. Sex. Sex on film and... why was Adam squeezing his hand. “Oh yeah. I had a point.”
“Yes. He did. I can vouch for that,” Adam quipped. “And I’m hopeful he’ll show me it again.” When the laughter in the room subsided, Adam turned to Kris and nodded. “For example, Mr. Allen. You were attempting to make some point about the fact that you didn’t get a toaster with the deal.”
“No. I got you.” Kris reached his hand up and cupped Adam's cheek.
Adam smiled slowly, feeling his heart still pounding in his chest. His life had changed so much and now, this? “So, I’m worth more than a toaster?”
"You're worth enough that..." Kris sighed deeply.
"That what?" Michelle prompted gently. Adam had promised she could use this interview and had given her back the memory stick from last night when he'd entered the room and given her a hug. Although, she would edit it to protect them. This was too intimate and... yes. She'd edit it heavily and give them a really nice HQ version for Hanukah.
"Adam is worth..." Kris paused, then smiled. "Have you ever gone shopping with Adam?"
"No. That was Nancy O'Dell. Humph!" Michelle teased.
Adam moaned. "I so should have gotten those boots with the gold--"
"THIS is what I mean!" Kris exclaimed. "It's like an Ironman Triathlon shopping with you. But you know what? You're worth shopping for three hours this morning even though that's like three hundred hours in my reckoning. And... For boots. Spending an hour debating the color of those boots. UGH! That's how much you're worth. That's how much I love you."
Adam grinned, then began to laugh from sheer happiness. He wrapped his arm around Kris and sighed happily when Kris immediately came into his arms and snuggled into his neck.
"Adam. Aren't you going to say it back to me?" Kris whispered, then flushed, suddenly remembering how Adam had been so resolute about keeping private moments private. "Oh god, I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's cool." Adam whispered into Kris' ear. He flicked his tongue out and licked Kris' ear lobe, grinning when Kris bit back a moan. "I'm just going to wait to say it until later."
"Payback?" Kris smiled as he pulled back, but held onto Adam's right arm, keeping it in place around him.
"I said I was going to kill you."
"You did give me two...little...de--" Kris broke off at the warning look on Adam's face.
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"Excuse me?" Adam asked in a cool tone. "Do you want to ruin my reputation? That was three times."
Kris choked. "Please accept my apologies, sir."
"I'll consider it." Adam held onto his haughty expression for a moment, then broke into that little-boy grin that always made Kris' heart melt.
There was nothing better than seeing Adam happy and anyone who tried to make him unhappy... Wait. That was it. Kris squared his shoulders and looked at Michelle. “I do have something important to say. Something I hope you won't edit out. 'Cause I know you probably cut some deal with Adam here to edit our footage...nicely and give us a full copy of it, right?"
"Day-um." Michelle's eyes opened wide. "He does know you, Adam."
"He does." Adam knew his gaze on Kris would be interprete as tender. Fine. "And right now I know he's about to try and protect me. Right?"
"Right. Listen up. I know there are going to be bloggers or vloggers or whatever they’re called -“
“And Bill O’Reilly,” Adam interjected.
“Yeah, him. All of them who -“
“I swear, they project their own repressed desires,” Adam said abruptly. “I don’t go around thinking that all men are potentially gay - although if it were so, it would have made my life so much easier.” He grinned when Kris pouted. “I have to ask, though, if I as a gay guy don’t think all men are available, why do these heterosexual men think all men are potentially gay? I wonder.”
“I have to wonder too.” Kris nodded. Adam has just opened the salvo in the media war that might be coming their way and cast the battle in his own terms. Adam knew how to play the media. “But I do know, I’m prepared for the reality that they are probably going to try and cast this as big bad Adam seducing me with his all- powerful gayness-“
Adam cracked up. “All-powerful gayness. Is it like a laser beam?”
“Oh, hotter. Waaaay hotter.” Kris grinned back. “You know what I mean. These commentators act like all men are just... vessels-“
“I like a good hot vessel myself.”
Kris snorted. “Like if men are exposed to a hot gay guy, they’ll all turn gay.”
“Welllll....” Michelle nodded at Kris. “But if the hot gay guy is Adam...”
“I know!” Kris grinned at her. “Who could resist? I mean, c’mon! Did you see his Rolling Stone cover?”
“I did. I may have even touched it a time or two.” Michelle looked over at Adam, who merely rolled his eyes and reached for the water bottle.
“Ha. I carried that magazine around.” Kris looked sideways at Adam who was taking a long sip from the water bottle. “Even into the bathroom-“
Adam spewed water.
Michelle laughed while the handler raced for a paper towel.
Kris took it from her and began to dab at Adam’s shirt. “If that wasn’t a sign... I carried it around the day we did one of Ryan’s radio shows; people are teasing me about it. I’m not denying a thing. But nothing. Then I got ice cream and offered him some. I held out the spoon to his lips. And nothing.”
“I like to control things.” Adam shrugged, grabbed the towel from Kris’ hand and tossed it aside.
“Really. Then why was I the one who had to make the move?!”
“Kris.” Adam shook his head. “Do not give out -“
“You like when I put out-“
“Clear signals? Yeah. I would have loved a clear signal. Some words that clarified the situation. Instead I finally had to take a risk- “
Kris snorted. “A small one.” Then he bit his lip. “Maybe not. If you were wrong or someone else read it wrong... “
“Yeah. I didn’t want to...”
“I thought you were resisting me just...to give me space and time or...” Kris trailed off as he looked into Adam’s eyes.
“He was resisting what?” Michelle pounced when Kris said nothing more and Adam just stared down at Kris, waiting patiently.
“Yes. Kris. Do tell them what I was resisting.”
Kris rubbed the back of his neck. “I may have, may have... pushed the envelope. Slightly. On a few occasions. Trying to get a...” He grinned suddenly. “Get a rise out of Adam.”
Michelle turned to Adam. “Do you have a response to that confession?”
“Because I believe so strongly in the notion of the sanctity of a family show, I’ll censor myself...” Adam drawled, while Kris cracked up. “And merely say that I did not know it was possible for a ‘one hundred percent straight’ boy from Arkansas to be the world’s biggest... tease. But I suppose I’ve learned a lot through American Idol.”
MIchelle nodded as the handler looked pointedly at her watch. “So, Adam. If you had to sum up your Idol experience in 10 words or less, what would it be?”
“Taking risks bring great rewards.” Adam spoke softly as he curled his hand around the back of Kris' neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin under his ear.
“So, you’d let me play with the stuff in your backpack?” Kris asked with a smile, knowing Adam knew he'd been snooping around and found the memory stick from Michelle.
Adam grinned. “If you ask nicely.”
“On my knees. On my knees...” Kris snuggled into Adam's embrace.
“So, Kris, same question?” Michelle asked. “What is the most important life lesson from this experience?”
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“I love you, Kris...” Adam groaned as he repeated the words endlessly as Kris' hands and mouth traveled over his body, leaving no freckle untouched. "But why are you playing that over and over?"
As the interview played in the background, Kris looked over his shoulder and slowly smiled. Oh yeah. He remembered that part.
Leaning over Adam, he trailed his hands down the center of Adam’s chest, Keeping one hand on Adam's heart, while the other cupped Adam's hot cock in his palm, he leaned forward to take Adam's mouth, that damn mouth that had featured in so many fantasies, in a possessive kiss of his own. He gasped when Adam took him by the shoulders and rolled him underneath him, pinning him down while his cock teased his entrance. Wiggling away, Kris looked over Adam's shoulder and smiled when Adam slapped his thigh to move him into place. "Stop it!" Adam growled.
Kris moaned, then curled his legs around Adam's hips and pulled him inside with a hard rocking motion. His voice echoing behind him, he smiled and cried out, “I love playing with fire.”
THE END