Light My Fire Chapter 9
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 generally.
Rating: Hard R
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Chapter 9: While Atlanta Burns
"Get in the car, loser. We're going shopping!" Adam announced to Danny as he stood there, looking between Adam and Kris while everyone milled around the van with the stylist.
"Mean Girls reference, Adam? Tsk, tsk..." Allison shook her head as she whispered in Adam's ear. "I wonder what you've got up your sleeve. Diet bars?"
"Just way too many freckles." Adam smiled innocently.
"Yeah, right..." Allison said under her breath as she brushed by Adam on her way into the van, followed by Lil. She looked back at Adam as he and the stylist conferred briefly about something -- probably some detail on a jacket, knowing Adam -- and then both looked at their watches.
"C'mon, Gokey. He's talkin' to you," Kris snapped, glaring at Danny until Danny moved inside. He sighed and took the step into the van and moved toward the back seat, behind Allison and Lil.
"What is it with these DeNiro references?" Adam asked as he climbed into the van after Kris and sat down next to him. "Are you feeling as though you're a seething cauldrom of anger ready to erupt, because if so may I suggest a redirection of your gun--"
"You don't like DeNiro?" Kris ssked, relaxing as he turned in his seat to face Adam. Good question, though. Why DeNiro? Why Taxi Driver? Did he have that much pent up anger in him? Or... just feelings inside him?
Adam shrugged. "Not my type."
Kris leaned over to Adam and whispered, "So what is your type?"
"Short."
Kris grinned. "Ah. Danny DeVito."
"No!" Adam smiled down at Kris. Good, Kris was regaining his normal composure, although he could see the tension still simmering under the surface. If they ever had a moment alone, he might find a way to... He pulled out his phone and began typing a text message.
"Joe Pesci?" Kris asked, craning his neck to try and read Adam's rapid texting.
"Since when does short man equal gargoyle?" Adam asked, putting away his phone and quickly touching Kris' chin.
"Since when is short your only requirement?" Kris shot back in a soft voice.
"Touche. Score for Allen."
Kris slanted Adam a look. "Not today, apparently."
Adam blinked in surprise at Kris' flirting, then smiled slowly. "God, you..."
"What are you two talking about?" Matt asked, turning around. "Danny DeVito and Joe Pesci? What's up with that?"
"Kris here was trying to guess what actors I think are hot," Adam responded immediately, noting the grimace on Danny's face. Well, reason enough to have this conversation. "He is sadly mistaken."
Allison whipped around, her eyes darting from Danny to Kris to Adam. "Oh, I can play too. I think Jake Gyllenhaal is super hot."
"Denzel will always be my number one, but damn, that Jake boy is fine..." Lil groaned, mock-fanning herself as she picked up on the undercurrents. Adam and Allison were out to annoy Danny. She was so in. "Did you see his ass in Jar Heads?"
"Indeed I did...Quite a few times. Pause button, play button, rewind button, play button, pause button..." Adam leered. He smiled to himself when Danny swallowed hard, then opened his mouth.
Allison added, before Danny could say a word, "Well, who didn't? I think I might have had a screencap of it as my screensaver until my mom found out. I liked Heath Ledger, too."
Matt asked, "Hey, Adam, is that your natural coloring -- like Heath Ledger?"
"And did Heath Ledger ever dye his hair and if so, did he also dye..." Anoop asked, waggling his eyebrows.
The van burst into laughter. Except for Danny, who looked annoyed and confused. All was normal.
"I wouldn't know that about Heath..." Kris said, louder than normal.
"Ooooh!" Anoop crowed in triumph. "You do know something, Allen! That means you cannot take part in this bet."
"What bet?" Danny asked impatiently.
"You don't wanna know." Kris shrugged and turned back to Adam. "So you were talking about Heath's acting in Batman the other night--"
"What bet?" Danny repeated.
Adam said in the patient voice Allison called his schoolteacher tone, "The bet about whether I dye to make my collars and cuffs match. Which is truly not fascinating--"
"Speak for yourself." Kris grinned up at Adam. If Danny was going to rat them out to the handlers, he'd give the rat some cheese to chew on. Adam nodded back as the van once again filled with laughter. They both glanced at Danny, whose face was as red as his glasses.
Allison coughed, then asked, "But seriously. Wouldn't that sting, to dye...down there?"
"Not if you weren't bleaching your hair first, like you have to do with yours..." Adam reached out and affectionately touched a long lock of Allison's red hair.
Covering Adam's hand with her own, Allison squeezed tightly. "But you still have to do a skin test, right, because the skin down there is probably more sensitive--"
"Beauty requires sacrifice," Lil noted. "You should've seen the tears when I had a weave."
"Ouch." Adam shuddered. "I've seen women having weaves put in and that's just too much pain for me. But they do make special dye for the pubic area."
"They do?" Kris asked, his eyes sliding down to Adam's crotch. "They do not."
"That's for me to know and you to find out..." Adam said softly, then raised his voice. "Now, back to our regularly-scheduled program. Talking about hotness. Who else, Alli?"
"You never told us if Heath was your type, Adam," Scott interjected.
"Too tortured, too dark. Great actor, but..." Adam looked down at his tattoo. "I doubt I could ever play anything as dark as he did in Batman or Brokeback. I just don't have that darkness in me. Nor..." He shrugged. "Am I anything close to the actor he was. I'll live with the tradeoff, to be honest."
"Well, if playing those types of roles means having that darkness inside, I'd rather stick to sit coms as an actor," Matt agreed. "But do you have to have the feelings inside to play the feelings?"
Adam shook his head. "No, not at all. Some people consider that a cheap shortcut, to be honest. Especially in the theater, where when you have to put on the same mask eight times a week, well, it is a mask. Because it would kill you to be as tortured as a character for your full-time job. And honestly, there are some horrible and negative people who play sweetness and light on stage. For me, it would be about learning and understanding the character -- I'm not sure I want to understand some of the darkness in the human soul, truly deeply understand it. It's almost like..." He trailed off.
Kris picked up his thought. "Like letting evil inside."
Adam closed his eyes briefly. Kris was... He shook his head and nodded. "Yes, exactly. But acting is really more technical, donning that mask, figuring out how you make your face and body portray the emotions even if you're not feeling the emotions."
Kris nodded. He was always fascinated when Adam talked about acting, because Adam was so damn real and honest all of the time. He had begged Adam to act out a scene for him, but Adam kept refusing. In frustration, he had even looked up Adam's Wicked performance on YouTube and... He smiled. "You mean, how when you were Fiyero you looked like you wanted to nail that green girl?"
Danny's head snapped around. "Did you know Adam before Idol?"
"No, of course not. There's this wonderful site, maybe you've heard of it, called YouTube?" Kris shrugged. "Adam has all sorts of interesting clips up there."
"I don't think I want to imagine given those photos that were leaked. When did you... You borrowed my computer before." Danny narrowed his eyes. "Did you actually use my computer to do research on your--"
"Roommate? Best friend?" Kris nodded, then spoke rapidly as he once again felt a surge of adrenaline rush through his body. "You betcha I looked Adam up, just like I looked everybody up."
"Yeah, me too," Anoop agreed, wondering why Kris looked like he wanted to pop somebody. Okay, that comment about the photos of Adam and his ex-boyfriend was really unnecessary on Danny's part and.. Yeah. Who had raised Danny, anyway?
Kris leaned forward in Danny's direction. "I wasn't hiding anything. If you look at the browsing history, you'd see it all. And then maybe you could report that for violating the appropriate behavior clause in our contracts."
Adam blinked in surprise and put his hand on Kris' arm. Damn, his muscles were bunched up again. He began stroking the forearm under his hand, knowing only Allison could see it.
"Report it?" Scott echoed. "Who'd do that? Who'd snitch?"
"Yeah. That would be... low." Anoop shook his head. Danny had done something and this entire conversation was about making him pay. "But anyway... Adam speaking about the technical aspects of acting and you acting opposite a woman, well, gay actors have done that forever. What is interesting to me is when a straight actor has to play gay, that's riskier given our society. But back in college in a drama class I took, we had to read this interview with the actor who plays Bree's son on Desperate Housewives, which is a gay character and he's straight and he talked about how he had trouble at first, then just got over it because he was acting."
"Exactly," Adam agreed, still stroking Kris' arm and feeling his muscles slowly relax. He grabbed for his phone with his free hand and pressing a button, swiftly read a text.
"Oh, I remember that boy. He was cute!" The stylist noted, wondering about the undercurrents in the van today.
"Yeah," Adam agreed. "Almost my type, actually."
Kris blinked up at Adam as his blood stopped pounding and then grinned. "Ah, there is a short guy who's not a gargoyle."
Adam winked. "And the boy who portrayed his boyfriend?"
"Oh, I remember. He was even cuter. I like the boys on Gossip Girl too," Allison noted, deciding it was time to torture Danny some more.
"Cute boys, hot clothes. Your classic gay porn. Right on basic cable." Adam grinned, watching Danny turn red.
Kris bit his lip. Adam had his own way of torturing Danny. Now it was time to confuse the asshole. "The girls are pretty hot, too."
"Totally," Adam agreed. He had a thought and got out his phone once more and sent another text.
"Wh..Whaaa...." Danny stuttered.
"No kidding!" Anoop agreed. "The blonde one, that was in the movie about the magic jeans, what's her name?"
Adam nodded. "Blake Lively. Gawd, I love her clothes."
Matt shook his head. "Seriously, Adam. Is she hot or are her clothes hot?"
"Can't it be both?" Lil asked.
The stylist interjected, "Heterosexual men see only the body, not the clothes, Lil."
"Speaking of bodies, how about Angelina Jolie?" Anoop asked. "She's like the hottest thing on the planet."
"Her voice is really sexy," Scott noted.
"She's scary," Kris shuddered. "That whole blood thing..."
"She's hot, molten hot," Adam disagreed.
Danny turned to look at Adam with surprise on his face. "You think she's hot?"
"Of course. How about--"
Danny pounced. "So you could be straight--"
Adam burst out laughing. "No. I can see that a woman is beautiful and hot. I just don't want to do anything with it."
"But that makes no sense!" Danny argued. "How can you see or feel that a woman is hot but not want to do anything about it? I mean, you'd have to work at not wanting it, so why do that and--"
"Calm down, cowboy," Anoop said under his breath.
"No, I'm gonna say it. I think that if you worked on it, you wouldn't be gay, Adam. You must know you should change, it's just easier for you--"
Adam held up his hand. "You know, in my experience -- which is, let us say, vast -- the people who are the most homophobic are always the ones hiding their true nature." As Danny began to splutter, Adam added, "It's really quite sad. I always feel as if I should say, oh, I don't know, a prayer for them or something."
"I agree. I think it's prayer circle time!" Kris spoke loudly. He had a few requests to make to God. "Let's all join hands, you too, Cymbal..."
The stylist shook her head. "Let's all get ready. We're at the store."
As they piled out of the van, Matt said to Adam, "So Angelina would be your type if you swung that way?"
Adam shrugged. "It's hard for me to say. I'd love to get into her closet,for sure, though. That leather Versace she wore to this one red carpet--"
"What was hotter, Adam? Her or the leather?" The stylist asked.
"Hmmm..." Adam pretended to ponder, then grinned. "The leather."
"I think you should go with the blue, Adam," the stylist urged him. "The color would be eye-catching and--"
"I'd go with the blue." Kris touched the bright blue sweater. It would go great with Adam's eyes.
Adam and the stylist swung around to look at Kris with surprise. "You have an opinion?" the stylist asked in surprise. "About clothes?"
"Yeah, I know, the world as we know it has come to an end..." Kris held up his hands. "But I'd like this shopping excursion to end and I know Adam can debate between two shirts for an hour. Believe me, I've seen him do it."
"You've watched Adam debate between two shirts for an hour?" The stylist asked, raising an eyebrow. "That couldn't have been too interesting."
"Seriously, Kris, didn't you have something better to do..." Adam trailed off, then leaned down to the stylist. "Oh, I get it."
"Get what?" Kris asked, frowning and stepping closer to Adam. He knew Adam and the stylist had grown close and in his experience, that could mean trouble. He wanted every part of Adam's sort of trouble.
Adam turned to the stylist and whispered in what he knew was the proverbial stage whisper, "If I'm standing in front of my closet, that means if he's sitting on the bed. If he's sitting on the bed watching me, he's looking at my ass. Which, if he spent an hour watching it, not to put any point on it whatsoever, means it's worth looking at. For an hour. Wow. Thanks, Kris, for stroking my ego. If nothing else today."
Kris gaped at Adam until the stylist giggled and reached out to tap his jaw upward.
"Can't blame you, Kris," the stylist grinned. "I may have taken a bit longer than professionally necessary to weigh in on the debate Adam was having over whether or not to wear underwear with the zipper pants."
"Hold the phone!" Kris held up one hand. "You know what he was wearing or not under the zipper pants?"
The stylist shook her head and smiled. "Indeed I do, but I made a deal to give no secrets away."
"A deal?" Kris looked from the stylist to Adam.
"Yes. Adam promised me he'd get you into better-fitting jeans and voila!" The stylist pointed at the bag in Kris' hand. "And since you shopped for yourself and Kris so fast, Adam, I did make arrangements for you two to cut out early. The music director said you two have your arrangements down, so you don't need to rush back the way the others do. So have fun." She waved and walked away.
"Thanks so much," Adam said sincerely, grabbing the blue sweater and adding it to his pile.
"Are you going to tell me how you managed to talk people into..." Kris shook his head. "Why do I ask?"
"Why do you? Just lie back and enjoy."
"Lie back?" Kris gaped.
"Are you going to tell me why you were so angry?"
"Nope."
"C'mon..." Adam wheedled in a soft voice, while placing his hand on Kris' arm and rubbing his thumb back and forth against the skin. "You know you want to tell me..."
"Do not try that with me, Adam Lambert!" Kris hissed, looking down to hide his smile and to avoid looking into Adam's eyes. He knew if he kept looking into those eyes, he'd surrender. "Are you going to tell me who you were texting in the van?"
"Oh, sure. My friend, Cassidy. I knew we'd get done early today--"
"Even though you made me buy new jeans." Kris rolled his eyes and held up the bag.
"You said you needed new underwear, might as well buy new jeans."
"I don't even get that connection..." Kris shook his head. How Adam had talked him into a pair of new jeans. Tighter jeans... Okay, he knew how Adam talked him into the jeans. He just kept talking and talking and talking and pointing and suggesting and sounding so damn reasonable, then he complimented and his eyes got all.. soft and then... he just told Kris what to buy and Kris was holding a bag with new jeans.
"You don't have to understand, just obey..." Adam said in a low tone. Then he grinned, watching Kris' eyes go from dark and dilated to blinking in surprise as he added, "I've changed my mind, but I was going to take you over to Skingraft to meet him and fondle leather for a while..."
Kris grinned and reached out to flick the cat o'nine tails on Adam's hip. "You and leather."
Adam bent forward. "Are you seriously playing with my tail in public?"
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Matt asked as he and Allison came up behind them.
"Now, there's a question..." Adam murmured, his eyes drifting downwards.
Kris hid a smile and sidestepped. Adam apparently liked having his tail stroked. "We're done."
"You're done?" Matt asked in surprise, looking at Adam. "But you always take so long--"
Adam held up his hands, then stuck them in his pockets as Danny walked up. There was temptation -- Kris's ass and then there was temptation -- Danny's face. "I knew what I wanted and I knew what store we were visiting today--"
"How did you know that?" Danny grimaced. "Did the stylist tell you--"
Kris shook his head and whispered to Allison, "Are you taking physics this year? Because if so your final term project can be figuring out how much energy it takes to be an asshole."
"Because I fucking asked her. My gosh, it's not a state secret. So I called here and found out that this store has a personal shopper service. I had them pull my sizes--"
"Does it totally crack you up how Adam can go from fucking fierce to saying, 'My gosh' in ten seconds?" Allison giggled against Kris.
"I don't think that's fair," Danny complained.
"There is so much in life that is inequitable," Adam agreed blandly. "That I find it problematic and ineffective to get my knickers in a twist over the fact that you didn't think to inquire if the store had a personal shopper."
"Presuming you're wearing knickers," Kris interjected. "So, about those zipper pants..."
Danny groaned and stomped off. Matt shrugged and sighed, "I need a new pair of pants myself."
"So. Are you going to tell me what really happened earlier?" Adam asked softly. He flicked a glance at Allison, who moved in closer, blocking the two men from the others.
"No." Kris blindly unfolded, then refolded jeans on a display in front of him.
"Let me. I have experience..." Adam said with a small smile. "I could do this in my sleep. Why won't you tell me?"
"Not gonna." Kris grabbed Adam's arm and led him over to the register.
Adam looked at Kris' face, then over at Danny. Danny had been looking alternately smug and anxious. "Okay. Let me parse this out. You were extremely angry. It wasn't over a song choice. It was over something personal. Something Danny did." Adam nodded as he handed over his clothes to the clerk, who placed them aside for the stylist.
"Uh-oh..." Allison groaned under her breath.
"Something..." Adam dipped his head and looked into Kris' eyes until Kris' gaze skittered away. "Something about me. Wasn't it? Something about the gay."
"I'm not talking about it, Adam."
"You don't have to." Adam closed his eyes briefly and missed Kris' hand reaching out to him, then dropping to his side. He took a deep breath and smiled, then nodded in the direction of the door. "He's been trying to lead you down the path of righteousness and--"
"I called him a clanging cymbal," Kris blurted out.
"I...see. Not." Adam paused on the way to the door. "Wait, that reading they always do at weddings."
"Good catch, Lambert." Allison high-fived him.
"Very good," Kris agreed, feeling Adam's eyes on him.
Adam nodded abruptly. "You wanted to punch him in the nose because you thought he was trying to hurt me."
"How did you parse that out?" Allison asked, waving good bye as the two men reached the door.
"I know Kris." Adam smiled and opened the door for Kris. "We have freedom for two and one half whole hours. Let's not waste it."
Adam gestured toward the right and they began walking. When Kris said nothing, but some weird, nervous energy poured off him in waves, Adam looked down. Kris was somehow being fidgety while walking. "What is it?" Adam asked, looking down at Kris' face.
"I..." Kris licked his lips. "Oh, this is ridiculous. I'm not twelve."
"Even if you're the size of a--"
Kris grinned. "You can be such a dork."
"You can put eyeliner on a dork but you can't..." Adam shook his head. "Okay, that was a total fail."
"Yeah, what's up with that?"
"You distracted me by licking your lips."
Kris' breath hitched. He could distract Adam. In a good way, only a good way. He reached out and once again flicked Adam's tail."Well, I do that sometimes when I'm nervous."
"Or aroused." Adam smiled. "You are playing with fire to keep playing with my tail, you know."
Kris began to laugh, then flicked it again, letting his hand brush against Adam's. He took a deep breath and looked up at Adam. "The truth is.. I...well, this is probably going to sound dorky to you, I mean, what with all your experience and all..."
"Kris Allen, you are the coolest guy I know," Adam said softly.
"Oh." Kris took a deep breath and looked up at Adam. "I, well, I really would like to hold your hand. I never really thought twice about it before, you're with a girl and you wanna hold her hand and you just do it and now..." Kris gestured around them. "I feel like I can't and I really wanna..."
"Oh." Adam touched his heart, feeling it beating hard.
"I know, that sounds really dorky and high school and..."
"I think it sounds sweet. And... romantic." Adam reached out and gave Kris a quick sideways hug as they neared the movie theater.
"It does?" Kris felt warmth spread from his center. "Wait. Does that mean this is a special moment and I'll get a kiss?"
Adam smiled down at Kris. "I'm pretty sure there is a pap on our collective tails, so, no."
"But if there weren't? I mean, seriously, Adam, you don't have to be nice. You can tell me. I mean, aren't you a little too... experienced, really, to want to hold hands?"
"Well, I think we've previously established that I am, underneath all the fierceness, a dork, Kris, so..." Adam paused and looked down at his boots.
"Adam? Tell me," Kris urged, sensing one of those stories that Adam told quietly.
"As for the high school aspect, you know, one thing about being gay is that you usually don't get to have the whole teenage experience."
Kris looked sharply at Adam, remembering Adam joking about passing notes in study hall about a cute boy. Adam had never had the fun, as it were, of high school romance drama. And comedy. "It's overrated, believe me," he asserted. "But, so...you never got that..." Oh. Kris nodded. Adam had gone from nothing to a katrillion miles an hour, Kris realized, based on hints Adam had dropped a few times. Oh. That was why Adam was enjoying the slow course of their relationship. "This is new to you."
"Yeah." Adam cleared his throat and pointed toward a multiplex theater. "It occurs to me that I've never asked you..."
"Yes?" Kris leaned closer.
"If you want to go to the movies with me sometime."
"Sometime being now." Kris looked at the marquee listing and sighed. "I thought we were going somewhere to... lay down."
"You seem disappointed." Adam smirked.
Kris stared. Why was it when Danny smirked he wanted to punch him in the mouth and when Adam smirked, he wanted to trace Adam's lips with his fingertips or even better, the tip of his tongue? Well, duh. It was Adam. "You'll make it up to me."
Adam grinned as he stepped forward and said, "Hey, Mark."
"Hey, Adam!" The youngish man behind the counter grinned. "You're right, I do owe you for that gig because it led to some steady work. So I set you up in theater ten."
Kris stared at Adam in bemusement. "Do you know everyone in LA? And you didn't give up a paying gig for this--"
"Of course not." Adam shrugged as he paid for their tickets and said goodbye. "I recommended him for some sesion work a while back and he owed me. No big deal. It's not some Pretty Woman scenario where I'm going to present you with jewelry next."
Kris laughed. "But hey you did get me new clothes. Julie Roberts' ballgown has nothing on my new jeans."
"See? You're already relaxing. You were just...tense. You need some R and R and I thought this would be... nice. No worries, just relax, us two. Okay?"
Kris nodded eagerly. "Okay."
As they walked through into the lobby, Kris was startled when Adam took his hand and held it all the way into the theater. He hoped his hand wasn't sweating too much.
"This is... good." Kris sighed as he sat down next to Adam in the empty theater. He looked down, Adam having insisted that they sit towards the back.
"Good. Relax." Adam turned to Kris. "Now that we're relaxed, why don't you --"
Kris bubbled up with laughter. "I'm not going to tell you, Adam."
"You are stubborn." Adam stared at Kris speculatively. He could make him talk.
"Yup," Kris taunted, wondering what Adam would do next.
"That's it?"
"That's it." Kris sighed. "So we're on a... date. Is this special enough?" Kris whispered.
"No." Adam smiled.
Kris groaned impatiently. "Are you going to give me a handbook so I can study up on the definition of special and be ready, because--" He broke off speaking abruptly when Adam touched the back of his right hand with his fingertips and gently stroked from knuckles to wrist. "What are you doing?"
"Holding your hand, just like you wanted."
"This is a little more..." Kris closed his eyes to savor the sensation Adam's fingers intertwining through his. He was a grown man and yet just the touch of Adam's hand against his was making him want more. More. Like always, Adam exceeded his expectations, he thought and turned his hand palm side up and closed his eyes as Adam slowly stroked his skin. He slid down in his seat and smiled when Adam reached over and gently pulled his head onto Adam's shoulder. "Nicccccee..." he whispered.
Adam looked down at Kris' open hand and bit his lip to keep from bringing Kris' hand to his mouth and sucking his fingers. Because... Distract yourself, Lambert.
"What are you humming?" Kris asked in irritation a few minutes later. He liked reading the stupid trivia questions. They kept him from just jumping on top of Adam and grinding into him.
"You oughta know." Adam rubbed his fingers alongside Kris' shorter ones, slowly, enjoying the feel of the callises on Kris' fingertips.
"I don't know, so why--"
Adam burst out laughing, then muffled his voice. "No, seriously. You oughta know."
"Know what? The song, because--" Kris broke off as he realized the best way to egg Adam on was to ignore him. "Hey, do you know the answer to that trivia question on the preview screen?"
"No and I don't care. Who cares about the damn trivia questions?"
"I do--"
"Well, here's a trivia question that's relevant to our interests. What song am I humming?"
"I. Don't. Freaking. Know!" Kris bit out. Adam had stopped stroking his hand, damn it and damn it, his erection hadn't subsided in the slightest because his cock knew damn well Adam was going to start teasing him again any minute. "I don't care and I don't believe it's relevant, I think you're just tryin' to drive me nuts and--"
"Tell me if you've ever made out in a theater or had sex in a theater?"
"What? Uh...my past girlfriends..." Kris blinked. Like who wanted to know those kinds of details? He would rather think Adam came by his experience through... reading. Yeah. And since when was he both unrealistic and stupid and also possessive? Since when? He looked over at Adam. God, he was gorgeous. And funny and... the hottest guy on the planet and his voice was.. Oh damn, shut up, mind, Adam was talking.
"Okay, then, here's a useful trivia question." Adam reached over with his other hand and lightly stroked a path up Kris' thigh.
"For me?" Kris stared at his leg. He swore Adam's fingers had left a trail of fire in their wake. He shifted his leg, lifting it toward Adam's hand and then cursed silently when Adam removed his hand.
"I can't answer it yet."
"What is it?"
"What size cock ring do you wear?"
Kris froze and then turned, slowly, to face Adam. "What?"
"Hmm. Apparently my thee-a-taa training is failing me. Must be because I'm excited about the answer to this trivia question. So allow me to repeat it, slowly and clearly and using my best thee-a-taa diction--"
"I'm gonna shove that thee-a-taa diction up your ass--"
"Ooops, Kris. Newsflash. I'm a top. Nothing goes up my ass. Now back to the question, since you're all about triva, although really, this is hardly trivial. What size--"
"I heard you the first time!"
"Okay, no need to twist those knickers. If you'd answered my first question about your old girlfriends, because I had to know about my competition..." Adam grinned and bending so close to Kris that Kris shivered at the feel of Adam's breath against his neck, began to sing, "Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theater?"
Kris felt his mouth drop open in shock, then he began to gasp for breath before collapsing against Adam's shoulder in great hiccuping gales of laughter. "Alanis...Morisette... You Oughta Know!"
"Hey, no tears against the leather, boy," Adam scolded Kris, his hands reaching up to cup Kris' head and move his face against Adam's neck.
Kris breathed in deeply. God, he loved the way Adam smelled. He took one final breath, then gave into temptation and kissed the heated skin under his lips, brushing his mouth against Adam's throat, smiling in triumph when he felt Adam swallow.
Adam pushed Kris back. The boy didn't know how close he was to being pushed back and... Distract yourself, Lambert. "You wanted to punch Danny in the nose, didn't you?"
"Ohmigod, will you leave it alone?" Kris slapped Adam's arm. "Take off your coat."
"No. And no. You're being stubborn--"
"I'm being stubborn?" Kris laughed. "You are so damn intense--"
"Indeed. But right now, I don't have the resources at my disposal to overcome your intransigence."
"Resources?" Kris asked as the lights went down and the movie -- whatever the hell it was -- began.
"Mmm." Adam gently touched Kris' bare wrist, rubbed his fingertips along the underside, then gently encircled the wrist with his fingers. Suddenly, he tightened his grip until Kris gasped.
"What the hell..." Kris trailed off as his eyes darted from the sight of Adam's hand capturing his wrist to Adam's eyes.
"Resources. Which I don't have -- Wait. That's partly a lie." Adam rubbed the circle of his curled hand around Kris' wrist.
Kris looked down at Adam's hand, watching it rub his skin. Who knew the wrist was an erogenous zone? Not him, not until now. "A lie? You don't lie."
"True, that's why I was correcting myself." Adam pinched the skin on the top of Kris' hand. "Although I would much prefer correcting you. Which is what I'm about to do here."
"You're...correcting me? Here?" Kris heard his voice rise with each word and shut his mouth. Just in time, he thought as Adam took his hand and brought it over the arm rest. Putting Kris' hand on his thigh, Adam flicked the leather strands at Kris and listened for the gasp. "You are not correcting me here!" Kris argued, although his hand curled around Adam's thigh possessively. His. God, where had these feelings come from? If Adam weren't holding him, he'd be overwhelmed with the heat flashing along his veins and deeper inside and the need, even deeper for Adam to...
"Why not?" Adam asked, looking at Kris' hand, visible in the dark theater, against his thigh, squeezing him tightly enough to leave a bruise. The urge to push Kris' hand toward his cock was... Control. Control. Control. This is Kris' need, not yours.
"We're in public!" Kris glanced up at Adam, wondering if Adam would take the cue.
"True. But do you honestly think that would inhibit me?" Adam lifted Kris's hand in his and slowly brought it to his mouth.
"Inhibit you?" Kris had begun to sigh in relief, when Adam took the cue, then his sigh turned into a choking sound of need when Adam's lips met his palm. He swallowed hard and watched Adam's mouth, felt his lips against his palm which had never felt so senstive and damn, all Adam was doing was softly kissing his skin and he wanted to climb on top of him, screw everyone else, and just... He felt his cock throb in his jeans, grateful they were his baggy ones and swallowed again as he saw Adam watching him. Oh, his cue. "Probably not. You wear a cat o' nine tails as your key chain which..." Kris' gaze flew like a heat-seeking missile to Adam's hip where he saw the leather strands haphazardly splayed across Adam's thigh. "You wouldn't..."
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Adam said in a low voice. "You wouldn't like to touch my... tail, would you?" Adam pressed one final kiss in the center of Kris' palm and then gave a quick lick.
Kris' cock hardened so much, he nearly doubled over. It was almost too much, the way he reacted to Adam. "I--we... we're in...public..."
"Why would I stop? It seems as though you find it exciting..." Adam gestured toward Kris' crotch.
"I'm gonna kill you."
Adam once again encircled Kris' wrist and put it down hard on his thigh. Holding Kris' hand in place, he whispered in Kris' ear, "There it is again. That unexpected streak of passion, almost violent passion." Adam smiled slowly. "Which I like. In its proper place and time. You need to learn that. Which is why you need correction."
Kris felt his lips part. He wondered why he was having trouble catching his breath if his mouth was open and... Was Adam stroking his hand with a wet finger? When had he wet it? Or was it just his own perspiration? "You liked it when I almost lost it? In anger? Really?"
"Are you serious?" Adam laughed softly, his voice husky. "I just want your aggression directed in more appropriate... channels."
"I think..." Kris ducked his head. In retrospect, he was, for lack of a better word, almost frightened at the surge that had raced through his body, the urge to violence. Maybe he did need some sort of... correction. He looked back up. "You said you don't have the right resources?"
"Yes. I don't have what I really want in this situation." Adam kept stroking his fingertips along Kris' palm, then gently rubbing between each finger while waiting patiently for Kris to answer.
"Which would be?" Kris choked out as Adam rubbed the depression between his fingers so slowly that... Oh god, more...
"Handcuffs." Adam once again captured Kris' wrist in his hand and squeezed hard. "I don't have them with me and even if I did, I'm not an exhibitionist enough to cuff you to the armrest here, in the theater, where anyone could walk in at any time..."
"Anytime..." Kris whispered. He felt sweat break out on his forehead and upper lip as heat suffused his body and his pulse pounded. Hard. He was so damn hard and wet, wetter by the second and... He was going to have to change his underwear before they left this theater. Good thing, he had bought some new... Oh hell, Adam was talking again, oh thank god, Adam was talking again...
"I think I've found one of your kinks..." Adam whispered, feeling Kris' pulse race out of control under his fingers.
"I never knew I had any kinks before..." Kris whispered back, his eyes wide as he stared at Adam's hand as it slid from around his wrist so that the fingertips stroked the center of his palm. When had his palm gotten so sensitive? He wondered as he felt heat radiating from the touch of skin on skin? If this is what it's like with just a hand, what was it going to be like... Oh god, he was going to have lots of kinks with Adam because he was going to want to try everything.
"So, Danny was right. I am corrupting you. Should I feel guilty?"
"Corrupt me some more..." Kris begged, feeling a trembling in his legs. He couldn't believe how hot he was, how much his cock actually hurt from pressing against his jeans, how it was throbbing just from holding hands and Adam's voice.
"Mmm..." Adam began to draw circles on Kris' palm with his index finger. "Pay attention. We're talking about you being stubborn. So, don't forget why I'd be cuffing you."
"I've forgotten," Kris admitted as, somehow, his cock felt those circles as if Adam's fingers were touching it, circling and touching and... oh yeah... He tilted his hips upward.
Adam's lips parted in surprise. This was...quite possibly the hottest thing he'd seen in... He'd never in his life had an urge to make a sex tape, but if he could film Kris... "I'd find ways to torture you until you told me."
"How?" Kris asked eagerly, his voice nearly breathless.
Adam smiled secretively. "Wellll..." He moved his fingers to the base of Kris' middle finger and began stroking it, pulling on it, until Kris once again twitched his hips.
"Adam..." Kris groaned. He reached for the top button of his shirt and undid it.
"You like the way I'm touching your hand, don't you?"
"If I liked it any more, I'd need to change my underwear."
Adam grinned, then brought Kris' hand up to his mouth and kissed each fingertip. "It's about the asshole and why you wanted to punch him. You know, it would be a shame if you punched him in the nose."
"He deserves it."
"Oh, no doubt. But as Allison said earlier, it's all about risk and reward."
"You're the strategist." Kris gasped as Adam's hand once again circled his wrist and began to pump the skin there. Oh god, kinky and ridiculous and... his cock didn't care, his cock felt like Adam was pumping it and then, oh yeah... oh no, Adam moved his fingers in that long slow stroke up the underside of his forearm and wrist.
"Which is why you should listen to me." Adam pressed his thumb down hard in the center of Kris' palm, then felt Kris pressing his hand back up against Adam's thumb and his hips jekred upwards against nothing. He felt Kris' silent growl of frustration in his own cock and tightened his legs. "So listen to me. It would be a shame if you punched him in the nose."
"Why?" Kris clamped his other hand on Adam's thigh and rubbed the long muscle there and nearly threw himself at Adam when Adam pushed his hand away.
"Listen to me. You're not listening. Because he has a hard head. You could hurt your hand." Adam bent his head as he raised Kris' hand to his mouth. Slowly swirling his tongue around Kris' palm, he whispered, "And that would be a shame."
"It would be worth it," Kris breathed, not sure if Adam could hear his words. He was breathless. All from that little swirl of his tongue and his voice, that voice... "The reward--"
Adam withdrew his mouth and resumed tracing the lines in Kris' hands with his fingertips, watching Kris nearly jump out of his skin with each pass of his fingers. "You could hurt your hand. I wouldn't want that...I think your hands are so sexy. I love watching you play your... instrument with them."
Kris gulped. "I thought you were going to show me."
"Oh no, remember, we're doing it together. I cannot wait to see your hands on yourself, showing me what you like..." Adam pushed his voice down to its lowest tone. "But even more I can't wait to see your hands on me, to feel your hands on me...I think the calluses on your fingertips are so sexy..." Adam whispered. Keeping his gaze fixed on Kris' eyes, he slowly kissed the callus on each fingertip.
"You do?" Kris didn't know how his mouth was making intelligible sound when his pulse, no, his entire body, was beating so hard, like it was trying to escape its own confines and be free and yet... bound by Adam and... god, more, more.. "More.." he said unknowingly.
"Yesss... I think of how your hands would feel on my skin, those calluses running over my body..."
Kris was sure the entire world could hear him gasping for breath. "Adam..."
"See?"
"See what?" Kris knew the only thing he could see was Adam's eyes.
"If I had the resources, I could get you to tell me what happened today. Because all I've done so far is talk to you and touch your hand. One hand. And right now, you are so close..." Adam parted his lips and slid his tongue out to gently wet the edge of Kris' ear. He smiled when Kris' entire body jumped as if an electric current were attached to his ear. "So close, aren't you? Just from touching one hand and that little tiny lick of my tongue. You want to come so badly right now, don't you? So just imagine, if I had you cuffed to my bed, naked, just the two of us all alone, no one to hear you screaming...and I was touching you everywhere... "
"Adam..." Kris moaned, lost. He was totally lost in a fire and the only way out was...yes, yes...
"You'd tell me what happened today, wouldn't you? You'd tell me every secret you ever had."
"Fuck!" Kris bit his lip to keep from screaming aloud as... oh god, yesssssss.
"KRIS!" Adam hissed as loudly as he dared. "Wake up, man!"
"Adam..." Kris moaned and then blinked his eyes open. "Let me do you..." He whispered sleepily and then frowned as... "Ohmigod, why am I wet?"
Adam bit his lip and handed Kris the bag from the store. "You were having quite the dream."
"Kill me now. Just kill me. Strangle, smother, drown... any way you want." Kris covered his face with the bag. "I am too old for this..."
"Apparently not." Adam pressed his lips together.
"Do not laugh at me."
"How do you know--"
"I can hear it in your voice."
Adam pulled the bag away from Kris' face. "I heard quite a bit myself."
"Why didn't you wake me up before..." Kris gestured toward his crotch.
Adam shrugged. "One, I thought you could... use it. Two..." He cupped Kris' cheek in his hand and rubbed his thumb along Kris' bottom lip. "It was the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life. I want the... play by play later. Now, go change."
"Kris, you look more relaxed," Matt observed when Adam and Kris entered the music room upon returning home. "It was good to just take a break and go to the movies, I guess."
"Yeah. It was." Kris agreed, looking sharply at Adam. Adam who was grining like a damn Cheshire cat and then in flash so swift if you blinked you missed it, his smile flickered into a normal smile. Still breathtaking, Kris thought, but looked down to keep from laughing. He rubbed his damp palms along the legs of his new jeans. Which thankfully Adam had talked him into buying because... He glanced over at Adam, then shook his head and looked down again. If he looked at Adam any more...
Danny said sharply, "You look guilty, Kris. When people feel guilty, it's because they've done something wrong."
Kris' head snapped up. "I don't feel guilty. As usual, Danny, you are totally misreading facial expressions."
"I can read guilt. What did you two really do? "
"What do you think we did at the movies?" Adam asked, stepping forward.
"I don't know. You tell me. What did you do at the movies?" Danny retorted, pushing his glasses up his nose.
Adam looked over at Kris and grinned. "I gave him a hand job."
TBC at Chapter 10