Light My Fire Chapter 4
LIGHT MY FIRE
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Adam teasing Kris during the AI show and tour.
Notes: No Drake or Katy exist in this story. Danny is somewhat of a douche. Written upon request as a turnabout from my last story, Playing with Fire, in which Kris teased Adam.
Style: Humor/Dialogue
Rating: NC-17 probably eventually
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 4: It is possible to light a fire with a zipper. I'm sure it's in the Boy Scout handbook somewhere.
"Are my pants too tight for a family show? What do you think?" Adam asked, twirling around in the dressing room, keeping his eyes on Kris in the mirror.
Kris opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. How was he supposed to answer that question when he was not capable of thinking? Worse yet, he didn't even know why his brain was set to... sizzle or something whenever Adam pulled one of these stunts. All he did know was that he could never look away. It was like... he'd been cold and Adam was a warm fire. Or something.
"Damn, Lambert!" Allison hooted in laughter. "Guess we know--
"You're Jewish," Anoop finished as he shook his head. Never a dull moment when Adam was around.
Adam stopped spinning to laugh. "Too tight?"
"I wouldn't say that. I'm enjoying the view. And speaking for women everywhere, I thank you for being so... scenic." Megan grinned at Lil, then turned back to point her index finger in a circle at Adam. "Although I'd love to know what you're wearing... or not, underneath."
"It's a secret." Adam smiled at Megan, keeping his eye on Kris, whose eyes seemed to be glued to his ass. "The secret that keeps people guessing and intrigued. Which is all part of my diabolical plan to further the gay agenda--"
"I'm betting you have on some sort of underwear," Anoop interrupted. Adam didn't have any diabolical plan; the guy was totally transparent. As was Kris. As were those pants. Well, nearly. The pants, that is. Kris truly was transparent in his shock or whatever you wanted to call that look on his face. Which would be... hunger, Anoop decided. And not for a hot dog from Pinks either. He grinned and turned back toward Adam, who was watching Kris, who was watching Adam. "Yeah, I'd bet on underwear."
"Why? I could take that bet. Ten bucks?" Lil agreed.
"Yeah, I'd take some action on that bet!" Megan called out. "But why do you say he's wearing underwear?" She smiled at poor Kris who was his twisting his mouth as if words were trying to come out, but failing.
Anoop shook his head. "Because... Otherwise... well, it could be an ouch! moment."
"Maybe I'm really skilled at... handling those situations." Adam smiled slowly and began to play with the leather strands of his cat o' nine tails hanging from his belt. "So, do you all want to make a betting pool or --"
"I can't believe you're debating about whether or not he's wearing underwear!" Kris finally expostulated, then reached out and smacked Adam's side. "And I can't believe you're encouraging them!"
"Oh, you can believe it of me," Adam laughed, grabbing Kris' hand and pushing it away. These pants might be just a little too tight.
"Yeah. But the rest of you..." Kris shook his head. Why had Adam pushed him away? He always seemed happy enough with Kris' admitted tendency to touch the people he cared about and--
"Why shouldn't we bet?" Allison asked, then pointed her finger at Kris. "You're just mad you can't be in on the bet. You know if he's wearing underwear!"
"No, I d d don't..." Kris stuttered. "Why would I know that? I don't watch him get dressed. I don't and--"
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaay. Chill out, man!" Allison held up her hands in surrender. "You're roommates and all. Girls get dressed in front of each other. Don't boys have that whole locker room manly man 'tude?"
"His jacket is... glittery!" Kris said, then clamped his mouth shut. What the hell did the jacket have to do with anything? Oh god, if Gokey heard that comment he'd use it against Adam, which would be horrible. "Wait, I didn't mean that because your jacket is shiny that you're not a man, Adam. Because, obviously..." Kris gestured toward Adam's pants. "You are. A man. Obviously." The minute the words left Kris' mouth, he groaned.
"Obviously," everyone chorused in unison.
"Kill me now..." Kris muttered under his breath. Oh god, if he'd hurt Adam's feelings, he'd kill himself. "Adam..." he whispered, his eyes open wide as he looked up into Adam's thankfully-amused bright blue gaze.
Adam caught his breath as he saw the concern in Kris' eyes. "It's okay, Kris. I know what you meant. I know you'd never say anything derogatory about me."
"Thank god..." Kris sighed in relief. He should make amends, though. He should... talk about clothes. Adam loved to talk about clothes. "Where did you find those pants, anyway?"
Megan nodded. "Yeah. We went shopping together, but I didn't see those pants, Adam. Or that shirt. Did you buy them this week?"
"No. I had the shirt and the pants in my closet. The shirt is Versace, it was a great investment piece I found. And the pants, I've had them for a while. They are favorites of mine..." Adam smiled as he bent slightly and ran his palms down the front of his thighs, watching Kris' eyes follow his movements.
"Why?" Kris blurted out. "Why would you have pants like that..." He gestured with his right hand in Adam's direction, then flapped his hand in the direction of Adam's hips. "They're so....obvious."
"Because there is no such thing as too obvious when you're trying to get laid in a gay bar." Adam grinned. "Believe me, they've proven that point over and over."
"Ah. So these are, indeed, your lucky pants." Anoop grinned back at Adam. He could relate. A score was a score was a score.
Kris' mouth popped open in shock, then he felt a wave of anger... yes, that was it... anger, that Adam had given himself away so cheaply, roll over him as he imagined Adam... "You... just... go into a bar to..."
"Find someone to have sex with? Yeah, Kris. People do that. Not just gay people, either." Adam leaned his butt against the counter, fully aware that the movement jutted his hips forward. And if he hadn't been aware, the way Kris' eyes were scanning his zipper area would have told the tale.
"I know that!" Kris protested. "I'm not some naive rube."
"I never said you were. Just teasing..." Adam said softly. He held out his hand and waited until Kris took it. Adam pulled him close to his side. "Sorry. I enjoy teasing you. You get ruffled."
"Like a chicken," Kris grumbled, then surrendered to the inevitable and began to chuckle. He'd already learned that he could never stay aggravated at Adam for more than a few seconds and he only got aggravated at Adam when Adam was deliberately trying to push his buttons.
"Do chickens get ruffled? I wouldn't know." Adam paused, then held up a finger. "However, I have worn feathers."
Kris cracked up. "And I bet you looked awesome."
"I bet I did too. I have a feather ruff. You should wear it some time."
"I cannot imagine an occasion that would require a feather ruff on my part."
"Oh, I could. But really, we need to talk accessories, Kris. Accessories are crucial to the overall success of an outfit. Especially when you're performing. They help elicit a response from the audience." Adam flicked his cat o' nine tails and watched the ends slide against his thigh, then flicked his fingers once again.
"I feel a dissertation coming on..." Kris groaned, even as he smiled up at Adam. He loved listening to Adam talk about... anything. "Ouch!" He hissed as something sharp smacked his hand. "What the hell is that, anyway?"
"It's a... fun little sex toy." Adam ran the strands through his fingers. "Or disciplinary device. Which can also be fun."
"You are shitting me. And... You are not wearing that on the show!" Kris stared at Adam's hand in shock.
"Of course I am. It moves nicely when I roll my hips." Adam smiled. "Want me to show you?"
Kris bit his lip, then finally moved his eyes away from Adam's hand fondling the leather strands up to Adam's beaming face. Oh, Adam was enjoying this. "You love pushing..."
"I excel at pushing." Adam flicked the leather strands at Kris' leg.
"You.. wait. Isn't that your key chain?" Kris asked as realization dawned with the slight snap of the leather ends against his leg. "You wear a sex toy for your key chain?"
"That would be correct. It keeps it handy. Convenient." Adam languidly slapped the whip against his hip and kept his eyes on Kris' and watched the pupils dilate. "You never know when someone might need some discipline."
"You don't really... Although you do look like you know how to handle it." Kris focused on the whip as Adam continued playing with it. Adam wore a whip around town. In public. Then what the hell did he do in private? And... Kris felt redness rise up from his chest, sluice up his neck, and brand his face. "Sorry. That's none of my business. I...was just curious."
"So tell me. Are you curious?" Adam asked, dropping his voice. When Kris seemed to shiver, Adam made a mental note.
"Curious? About what else?" Kris asked.
"Whether or not I'm wearing anything under my pants."
"You... you... you..." Kris spluttered. "You wouldn't go commando on a family show!"
Adam arched an eyebrow. "Wouldn't I?"
Kris gulped.
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