Light My Fire Chapter 7
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
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7: Strike that match
Note on this chapter: I'm sure most of you know, but just in case: Danielle is Adam's BFF from childhood on.
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Adam froze, then began to laugh. He could recognize that melody line -- and dance to it -- in his freaking sleep. Even over the sound of the shower.
How was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here,
He clamped his hand over his mouth and tiptoed over to the bathroom door.
Oh baby baby
I shouldn't have let you go
He pressed the record button on his phone.
And now you're out of sight, yeah
Show me, how you want it to be
Tell me baby
'Cause I need to know now what we've got
My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
"How long are you going to be?" Adam called through the door after Kris had sung the song through not once, but twice. What was he doing in there? Maybe he was... Oh, get a grip, Lambert. Or... He looked down at his jeans. Maybe, not a grip. Maybe, redirect. No way was Kris in there using his lube stash.
Kris froze and pulled his hand away from his cock. "I...uh... Would it be okay with you if I played with some of your products?"
"I highly recommend the Astroglide for a beginner..." Adam advised in a deep tone, masking the amusement he was feeling at discomfitting Kris if his shaky voice was any indication. Kris was so easy to fluster sometimes. "I don't think you need the flavored lube when you're doing a solo... tour, but then again, far be it from me to discourage experimentation with slippery substances."
"Not the lube!" Kris squeaked. Damn that low voice of Adam's. He groaned as his high-pitched tone seemed to echo off the tile walls surrounding him.
"Hey, it's okay. I told you that my lube stash was available for your use. Take your time. Take your time. I'll just--"
"It's not that lube!" Kris said, desperately while carefully putting the tube down. He grabbed for some...bottle and held it up toward the door as if Adam could see it. "It's a hair product!"
"Okay. Sure. But be careful, because one of those innocuous looking bottles is my Paul Mitchell Ink dye and I'd hate if you ended up with blue hair. Or... blue anything else."
"Adam--" Kris froze. Did Adam dye his... other... hair? And if so, what color? BLUE? Oh my god, oh my god. He sat down hard on the built-in seat in the shower and concentrated on not hyperventilating.
"Kris, are you okay? You're breathing quite hard in there... Ooops! Sorry, I got distracted by hair dye -- you know me -- and forgot your priorities were different. I didn't mean to interrupt--"
"You did not interrupt and--"
"Not, of course, that you were using my lube. Which is, of course, your lube as well. Mi casa es su casa. Mi lube es su lube y --"
"GO AWAY!"
Adam grinned as he raced out the door toward his computer room. He had enough time. Kris would be sufficiently embarrassed that it would take him quite a while to poke his head out of the door.
Kris cautiously poked his head out of the door. It had been ninety minutes. Had it been long enough that Adam might have-- please, God -- gotten over his amusement and forgotten all about the... Kris looked back at the bathroom and grimaced... lube incident? Of course it had. Adam moved on from one idea to the other so quickly, he was probably on some whole new idea by now. Yes, he had moved on. Absolutely. But just to make sure, maybe he'd walk slowly. He stuck one foot out of the room.
"Harder, babe, harder!" Adam urged. "Plant it."
Kris looked down the hall. No one. Okay, good. He listened intently. No sounds? How odd? They had the morning off and there was no sign of life? What the... Oh no. Oh no. Adam... He had a feeling in his body, somewhere... Adam's voice had had the teensiest little bit of mischeviousness in it when he'd said for Kris to take his time and if Kris hadn't been so preoccupied with being caught in the act, he would have realized it and... Adam being mischevious? Oh no, what was he telling people? Uh-oh. He needed to find Adam.
Oh baby, baby
The reason I breathe is you
Boy you got me blinded
Oh baby, baby
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
"Hey, guys..." Kris said, his sneakers squeaking to a halt as he flew into the kitchen.
"Lost again, Kris?" Scott asked, turning his head from eating a brownie.
"No, of course not." Kris shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Okay. It's easier if you count steps. But hey, want a brownie?" Scott pointed in the direction of the plate.
"No thanks..." Kris peered through the open doorway into the sitting room. No Adam there. Where was he?
"Let me guess. You looking for Adam?" Danny raised an eyebrow. Scott began to chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Kris demanded suspiciously.
"Well, nothing I find particularly funny..." Danny griped. "Which is why I'm sitting here with the Scottster eating brownies."
"What don't you find funny?" Kris asked, hearing his voice deepen as his heart began to pound. He already knew the answer. He had never in his life felt the urge to punch people before coming here and now... it was as though he was actually feeling injustice for the first time and it enraged him. He knew it existed, he had gone on mission trips to help fight injustice, but he'd never felt it. He wasn't sure if he'd ever felt anything this deeply before, come to think of it. And now, thanks to Adam, he... felt ... stuff. Stuff that made him want to hit...things. Where was Adam, anyway?
"Oh, Adam..." Danny stopped and screwed up his face. "He's a great guy. He is! It's just too bad that he's going to--"
"Don't even say it," Kris warned. "Don't even."
Danny pointed his finger at Kris and argued, "You know, of all people, Kris Allen, I would have thought you would have my back on this. The Bible says--"
"'If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.'" Kris glared at Danny. "You, sir, are a clanging cymbal."
"Oh, snap..." Scott whispered under his breath. Clearing his throat, he said quickly, "Kris, the gang is in the ballroom. You go out the door by the refrigerator, take a right and walk thirty-five steps down the hall, then take a right. Walk another twenty-two steps, then take a left and... then you should be able to hear them."
"Thanks, Scott." Kris walked out and then frowned part way down the first hall way. "Hear them... doing what?"
That's not the way I planned it
Show me, how you want it to be
Tell me baby
'Cause I need to know now what we've got
Kris walked faster and faster as he heard music coming from the ballroom, along with laughter and Adam's voice, urging people to... WHAT?
"Snap and lock, snap and lock!"
"Snap and lock... isn't that like some dance move?" Kris muttered as he turned left and the sounds became louder.
"I think we need basketballs," Lil suggested.
"It's not High School Musical," Anoop reminded her.
Allison yelled, "There are basketballs in it, I think HSM stole the idea from--"
"Can we concentrate on the dancing?" Adam complained.
"Why are you in charge?" Matt whined with a smile in his voice.
"Do you know the routine?" Adam challenged. "If not, get back on your mark and let's go. Four, five, six and--"
Kris grinned at Adam's impatience. When Adam was on a mission, nothing could or would stand in his way and... was that music?
Wait. A. MINUTE!!!!!
Was that... Britney?
But...not?
Was that his voice over the Britney track and... Kris nearly ran the last few steps and stopped so short in the doorway that he almost fell over because...
How, who... Adam. Adam dancing. Adam dancing and oh shit, oh shit, what guy moved their hips like that? Okay, obviously Adam and maybe it should be illegal and and and speaking of hips moving, one of his own muscles was moving and... he looked up and took a step forward and met Adam's eyes and nearly stumbled as he watched Adam's eyes glide down his body and stop, watched Adam's eyebrow rise and a small smile tip his lips, and then his eyes -- damn those eyes -- move back up to Kris' face and... they both froze. Kris felt his stomach do... something, he wasn't sure what and then Adam transformed in a moment so fast that if Kris blinked he would have missed it, but he never blinked when he was watching Adam, because he didn't want to miss a thing and what the hell was going on, anyway? Because he'd just now registered the fact that everyone had been dancing, not just Adam. How had he missed that?
"Kris! C'mon on, baby!" Adam grinned while everyone else chorused, "Hit me, BABY! One more time!"
"Adam! WHAT... WHO?" Kris croaked, hitting the wall as he walked backwards.
"We are the Kris Allen Dancing Crew!" Allison yelled. "That's who we are! Take your mark and sing it, sister! Or mister!"
"Oh my GOD!" Kris exclaimed. He felt his face turn bright red and he spun around, his sneakers squeaking.
"Oh no, you don't!" Allison shrieked, running toward him and grabbing his arm.
"Oh yes, I do!" Kris laughed as Allison twisted around and he met Adam's amused eyes. He did not resist when Allison dragged him back into the room. "Okay, okay, Lambert, what tortures have you devised?"
"Welllll...." Adam spun the word out until Allison pulled Kris to a stop in front of him. Reaching out his arm, he tugged Kris forward with one hard jerk and Kris gasped when he landed with his face on Adam's chest. Adam held his own breath when he saw Kris' eyes flutter close as he took a deep breath. Stepping back quickly, Adam put his hands on Kris' shoulders. "Your dance crew awaits. Step out in front."
"I am not..." Kris shook his head as he heard the music recycle and start over. "I cannot believe you recorded me--"
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Ah, yeah, yeah
Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
"Yes, you can." Adam grinned. It was either record Kris or walk into that bathroom and Kris wasn't ready for that. Yet.
"Okay, I can. But..." Kris knew he was turning fifteen shades of pink. "But you know what I was... while I was singing..." He looked longingly at Adam's shoulder, wishing he could bury his face in it, but given the fact that he could breathe in the scent of Adam's cologne from a foot and that was almost too much to take, burying his face in Adam's shoulder was not a great idea and-- He blurted out in an undertone, "You knew what I was doing--"
"Not until this minute, I didn't know," Adam whispered back. "But thanks for the information. I'll file it away in my folder labeled, 'Imagery to have in my head when I--'"
Kris gasped soundlessly and grabbed Adam's forearm. "Oh, that's a lie. You knew--"
"Oh, that doesn't work for you? Well, how about my folder labeled, 'Signs that Kris Allen is--"
"You knew."
"I knew nothing."
"You know everything, Adam Lambert," Kris said with certainty, looking up at Adam.
"I do not possess an all-seeing eye, because if I did..." Adam sighed.
"Shouldn't Adam be the one singing Britney?" Danny smirked from the doorway.
Lil gritted out, "Can we hit him, one more time? Twice more?" She had not forgotten the look on Adam's face when Danny brought that picture of Adam in green makeup that night at dinner.
Adam smiled at Lil, as he shrugged. "I'm not the one singing Britney in the shower."
"Aw, geez... Aaaadaaaaaaaaaaammmmm..." Kris whined. "Besides, Gokey is right about one thing -- you do have a better falsetto than me."
"Heck, he has a better falsetto than me!" Allison laughed.
Adam sniffed. "We all have our gifts. And... Kris Allen, your gift is singing Hit Me Baby."
"But...." Anoop laughed. "How deep is his repertoire? Can he also sing, Oops, I Did It Again?" Which judging by the way Kris had been staring at Adam's chest like he wanted to snuggle up to it--
Kris shook his head, even as he knew resistance to one of Adam's plans was futile. "I am not singing Britney as part of a routine. Plus, I cannot dance --"
"Oh yes, you can!" Adam shook his head and moved three steps to the right. "Do not argue with me, Allen. Just do it." He pointd to a spot in the center of the floor and Kris sighed and walked over to it. "You know you're going to love it."
"You should be in front!" Kris complained, shaking his head as Lil and Allison went over to the Ipod dock to find the right spot in hell to begin again. "You're the dancer, not me. You should be in front."
Adam grinned and spun Kris around so that his back was to Adam. "No, sir. I'm too tall to be in front. I'm a... back end man."
Anoop clapped his hands together and burst out laughing. Matt scowled. Danny walked away.
"Mission accomplished," Adam said under his breath. "Now, places, people!"
Oh pretty baby
I shouldn't have let you go
I must confess, that my loneliness
Is killing me now
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
Kris did a spin then took a jump back and grabbed Adam's arm. "Enough! Break time!"
"Thank god!" Matt groaned and flopped on the floor. "Man, Adam, where do you get your energy?"
"C'mon!" Adam tapped his foot impatiently. "Let's keep going. We have it almost all down." When everyone else just moaned, he sighed and took a few steps and reached for his water bottle. Taking a long draught, he blinked when he saw Kris watching his throat. Hmm. "Want some water?" he asked and held out the bottle.
"Thanks..." Kris said in a low tone, his eyes on the water droplets on Adam's lips. Which, really... He licked his own lips, then seeing Anoop's amused gaze on him, took a long drink of water while looking away. He turned back almost immediately to ask Adam, "Do you honestly know the entire routine by heart this many years later?"
"I was a gay boy in the nineties. What the hell do you think I did at parties with Danielle and the girls?" Adam laughed.
"Did you tape yourselves? Because... wow!" Allison laughed. "Now, there's footage I would pay to see."
Adam's head snapped in her direction. "Danielle would never--"
"Wait. There is footage?" Kris grinned. "Oh boy. When is Danielle coming to visit again?"
"Never." Adam frowned. He did not like seeing those old tapes.
"I bet you were cuuuuute," Kris teased, then frowned, hoping Adam would not make a derogatory comment about himself.
"I was blonde. And fat."
"For the love of god!" Kris exploded, throwing the water bottle at Adam in exasperation. He waited while Adam reached out and caught the bottle, before continuing in a low, but passionate tone, "You were not fat. You were just husky!" Kris exclaimed, slapping his own thigh in frustration. "For all your talk about being positive, how about you be positive about your younger self? Maybe if you spoke about your younger self positively, you might have a better--"
"Thank you, Dr. Kris." Adam held the bottle up in a salute.
Kris grabbed the bottle from Adam's hand and pointed it at Adam as he spoke. "I am totally serious, Adam Lambert."
"Are you going to hit me with that bottle?" Adam asked, eyeing the way Kris was gesturing aggressively with it.
"I swear I have never wanted to slap anyone until I came on this show," Kris growled. "And now... I'd like to hold you down and... Why, why do I feel like..."
"It's sublimation," Adam said immediately, pitching his voice low.
Kris' eyes opened wide and he looked at Adam's mouth. Damn, that low tone of his... Kris felt his heart begin to race again. "I'm not like that in..." He spread his hands wide in confusion. What the hell was going on? He never felt like this...
"No? Maybe you're doing it wrong. Or with the wrong... person."
"You don't know--" Kris began to defend himself, then clamped his lips shut. He had already given Adam ammunition and giving Adam ammunition was--
"Didn't you just tell me I know everything?" Adam asked with a smug look on his face.
"Arrrgh!" Kris slapped Adam's arm. "You frustrate me."
"Back at ya." Adam grabbed Kris' hand and squeezed it hard before releasing it.
Matt spoke up. "So, Adam, you were blonde? You actually are blonde?"
"More of a redhead, a ginger these days."
"Hmm. It begs the question..." Anoop trailed off.
"What question?" Lil asked, still catching her breath.
Matt looked up. "Yeah, gotta ask. Do you dye your pubes to match?"
Adam burst out laughing as he watched Kris' face go from shock to intrique to shock -- no doubt at his own interest -- again. "To match the black or the blue?"
"Another bet!" Matt called out.
"I'm in!" Lil agreed.
"Hold on!" Kris interrupted the joking erupting around him. "I never found out the outcome to the last bet."
"You didn't take the risk to bet, so you don't get the reward, Allen," Allison noted with glee in her voice seeing the frustration in Kris' face. "It's all about risk and reward, my friend."
"But..." Kris complained, looking from one smug face to the next and concluding by staring at Adam imploringly.
"Yeah. What was... or wasn't on my butt?" Adam teased. "You'll never know now. Let's get back to the routine!"
I must confess that my loneliness
Is killing me now
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
"Oh shit!" Kris swore as he nearly stumbled again, prevented from falling by Adam reaching out to hold him upright. Well, Adam should save him. It was Adam's damn fault that he was distracted, what with watching Adam behind him in that mirror. He had never thought about mirrors as anything other than a way to check and make sure collard greens weren't stuck between your teeth, but watching Adam dance behind him... What was going on? Why was everyone staring at him?
"Adam, I think Kris needs your help with the dance moves! He looks dazed and confused without the benefit of drugs." Anoop called out a few minutes later, grinning from ear to ear. "It must be... hard dancing and singing at the same time." And watching Adam in the mirror behind you.
"C'mon, Kris, you can do it," Adam urged. "I know you have rhythm in those hips."
Kris blinked, his eyes growing wide. Adam had said he didn't know and Adam didn't lie, but had he been teasing? Had Adam peeked in the door and seen what he was doing?
"Well, that's a very interesting facial expression..." Adam said in a low voice. "Care to share your thoughts with the class?"
"You are going to pay, Lambert."
"Oh? You're going to punish me? How?"
"I..I..." Kris felt the heat rise up from his sweaty chest and neck to his face. He had ideas, but where had they come from and... why was it that being with Adam opened his mind and made him see things differently? Like... in more color?
Adam bent his head. "If you need help devising a plan, I could loan you my handcuffs. I don't normally loan them out, but-- "
"You have handcuffs. Here." Kris shook his head. No way. Not even Adam -- oh what the hell was he saying? Of course, Adam would.
"Of course. And my leather straps." Adam scoffed.
"You brought handcuffs and straps with you to American Idol?" Kris felt the smile bloom on his face.
"Why wouldn't I bring them along?" Adam's eyes traveled down Kris' body. "You never know when an occasion might arise."
Kris swallowed hard. "You wouldn't loan them to me. You'd never allow anyone to... restrain you. Hold you down. Tie your wrists to the bed or your legs or..."
Adam lowered his voice to a deeper octave. "That's quite a list. I'm impressed with your imagination thus far. But for the record, although it's not my regular modus operandi, I can top from the bottom, so I'm still in control."
"Top from the bottom?" Kris felt a wet heat in his... Focus, Allen. Even if Adam did allow someone to tie him down, he'd still be calling the shots, no way would he and he didn't want Adam too, he wanted Adam too.. He rubbed the back of his neck again. "I don't even know what that means."
"Google it."
"I don't have a laptop here."
"Borrow Gokey's. And do some really fascinating searches and--"
Kris began to chuckle. "And leave the browsing history..."
"The dancing, guys!" Allison yelled. "Can we stop with the inside jokes and get back to the dancing?"
"Of course." Adam pulled Kris back into place and pointed toward the mirrored wall. "Now, Kris. Watch my hips."
Kris watched, Kris licked his lips. Kris tugged his shirt down. Kris swore under his breath.
My loneliness is killing me
I must confess I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
Adam slapped Kris on the ass as the group finally finished the routine perfectly. While everyone was cheering and laughing, Kris elbowed Adam.
"Were you...uh..." Kris ran his hand around the back of his neck. He thought he'd seen Adam in the mirror... "Looking at my ass?"
Adam grinned. "I was making a valiant effort. But your jeans are too baggy. We need to go shopping." He paused and said quickly, "I should ask if that makes you uncomfortable and offer to stop."
Kris rolled his eyes. "Adam, you make me feel a lot... of things, but uncomfortable? Never."
"Liar." Adam grinned and leaned in even closer. "You weren't uncomfortable while I was making lube recommendations through the door while you were in the shower?"
Kris grinned and shook his head. "I'll never tell."
"Oh yes, you will. I have my ways."
"I bet you do..." Kris blinked at the heat he saw in Adam's eyes. "You amaze me. You're so... open. But I bet if I walked in on you, you'd get embarrassed about that."
"No, I wouldn't. Sounds like..." Adam allowed his voice to trail off. No need to push too hard yet. The pushing... Focus, Lambert. "It's a natural--"
"Yes, you would."
"No. Actually..." Adam paused, then slowly looked Kris up and down. "Do you want to watch?"
TBC HERE for Chapter 8