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Title: Is This the Real Life?
Author: capricornmist
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Nick Rhodes (Duran Duran)
Warnings: m/m descriptive sex, some language, mentions of drug use
Words: Approximately 8,000
Disclaimer: None of this happened. Although, I wish on a thousand shooting stars it did. I do not own Adam or Nick.
Summary: Adam is excited to be working with the keyboardist of Duran Duran, Nick Rhodes. Excited in more ways than one. He would be a fool to deny his attraction towards Nick, but the reality is that he’s straight. Or so Adam thought.
A/N: Holy crap! Long time no see Glambert fandom! No need to report a missing person’s case. I’ve just recently become a part of the Duran Duran fandom. We’re called Duranies! So I’ve been preoccupied with writing fan fiction pairing the band members rather than Adommy, lately. My goal with this fic is to bring out the older Glamberts (maybe younger like myself) who are fans of both Adam and Duran Duran. Or maybe to light an old flame from the 80’s when you guys had John Taylor pin-ups on your wall. You know who you are. :P The story does take place in the year 2009, but because of the actual age difference between Nick and Adam (20 years) I decided to scoot everything forward 10 years in Nick’s life/fame. So Duran wasn’t famous until the 90’s. His daughter is actually thirteen at the time and not twenty-three. Anyway, since I’m crossing fandoms for the first time, I realise that not everyone knows about Nick Rhodes and his life and vice versa with Adam (also posting to the Duran fandom). So here are some facts, pictures, and British euphemisms to bring you up to snub.
A/N 2: The title was a lyric from a Duran Duran song called "Vertigo (Do the Demolition)"
Nick Rhodes: Keyboardist of Duran Duran. Approximately 5’9’’. Is the age of 37 in this story. Has a daughter named Tatjana Lee Orchid. Was married to Iowa heiress and part time model Julie-Anne Friedman.
Picture from the 80’s: http://i54.tinypic.com/350mah5.jpg
How I perceive him in the fic: http://i54.tinypic.com/2s9sifr.jpg
John Taylor: Bassist of Duran Duran. Best friend of Nick Rhodes. Gela Nash-Taylor is his current wife. and she is the co-founder of Juciy Coutour
Picture: http://i55.tinypic.com/suxahu.jpg
British Euphemisms:
“Sod off” = “Fuck off”
All “Z’s” get turned to “S’s”
“Fancy” = “Would you like..”
In much of Europe, they drive on the right side of the car instead of the left.
“Oy!” = “Hey!” Pronounced in an irritated way.
“Luv” = Term of endearment or affection
“Adam! I have great news!” Tommy, Adam’s bassist, comes bounding into the recording studio excitedly, clutching a piece of paper. Adam groaned in frustration since he was really “in the zone” with the current song being worked on.
“What is it Tommy?”
“Well, if you’re going to have an attitude, then I might as well just leave.” Tommy made an over exaggerated spin on his heel as he headed leisurely towards the door.
Adam chuckled despite his current mood and followed Tommy towards the door. He grabbed his arm roughly, but playfully, and spun him back around to look at him. Tommy blushed at Adam’s strikingly blue eyes boring into his own chocolate orbs.
Remembering he was clutching a note for Adam, Tommy lifted a shaky hand in the general area of Adam’s body. Adam took the note and sends Tommy on his way. He scrutinized the piece of paper between his fingers, almost unsure of whether to open it. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was another fan trying to send notes containing very explicit details of how they are going to “turn” him back to God’s way. It was amusing but disgusting nonetheless. Adam adored his female fans and loved feeding off their energy while on stage, but when they attempt to put him in bed with him…..He cannot even finish the thought; it’s that repulsive.
Attempting to clear his mind by sighing, Adam unfolded the delicate paper. Before reading, he checked to see who it was from. Scribbled in neat cursive with three X’s was the name Nick Rhodes.
Nick Rhodes?
Adam stood there and pondered the name for a moment, trying to place name with face. It sounded so familiar. He remembered Tommy mentioning him through fits of fanboying, but is still unable to place a face. Beginning to get irritated from thinking so much on it, he began to read the note.
Adam,
If this note has even reached you then I’m completely honoured. My name is Nick Rhodes. If you don’t know who I am, I’m the keyboardist of Duran Duran. Don’t know who Duran Duran is? Well, then I suggest you stop reading.
Adam stops to chuckle. Thankfully, he does know who Duran Duran is. They were one of his favorite bands growing up.
I’ve heard through many people inside that you are currently working on a new album. The band and I are huge fans of your music. So hip and stylish. I was hoping to possibly collaborate with you on a song for the new album. I know by doing this, you will gain Duran’s fan base, so I hope you will take up my offer. When you have an answer, please write a note and give it back to your bassist. On the other hand, maybe you shouldn’t because he tends to grovel at my feet for some tips on playing the keys. It’s flattering, I guess, but I’m more used to the women doing that. Anyway, I’m getting off topic; please write back as soon as possible. Looking forward to working with the great Glambert.
Nick Rhodes XXX
Adam folded the paper back up delicately and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Determined to see what Nick looks like, Adam delicately opens up his laptop and clicks onto Google. He Googles his name and a whole array of pictures appear before him. Adam’s eyes dilate slightly and he gasped as one by one the pictures load. Nick is pretty to say the least. Definitely his type. Adam stared in amazement at all the different hairstyles he sported through the 90’s. He’s currently blonde now, and Adam sure does like the contrast of the blonde with the black suits he seems to favor. Beautiful green eyes gaze up at Adam through the computer screen, and Adam at that moment wanted to ravish him. Wanted to see him writhe beneath him as he pulls him into the depths of ecstasy. Adam licks his upper lip slowly, now extremely pleased to possibly have this morsel in his bed.
He reluctantly closed the window and leaned back in his seat. This would be a great opportunity to have fandoms cross paths to gain more fans. In addition, if he was lucky, a nice piece of ass to satisfy all of that sexual frustration when he sings. Sure, he has Tommy at his disposal, but he favored virgin ass more. And by the looks of Mr. Rhodes, he was definitely virgin.
“Well, not for long.” Adam said wickedly to himself.
He traveled around the studio, seeking out a pen and paper to write his reply. When they present themselves to him, he smiled and settled back into the chair he was currently occupying. He scribbled on the back of the note to make sure the pen was functional, and then carefully responded in sexy cursive:
Hello Mr. Rhodes. It’s an even bigger honor to have you even know who the hell I am. I’m a huge fan of Duran Duran, grew up with you guys basically! Would love to collaborate with you on a song for my new album. So, my answer is a yes. Fuck, a thousand times yes! And about my bassist, Tommy, he’s like that. He probably got all of his makeup tips from you. But, I promise to hand deliver this to you myself. Peace and love.
Adam Lambert XOXO
Adam grunted in satisfaction and began to neatly fold the letter. The thought of folding it into a heart flitted through his mind, but he dismissed it as being a little cheesy as he chuckled lightly to himself. Then, he abruptly stopped his folding as a specific thought struck him, almost painfully. How old is Nick anyway? Adam was never into the older men, but he appeared to be so youthful and alive in the pictures. Well, he remembered dancing to them wildly in the early to mid 90’s. Therefore, they had to be at least a couple of decades old. However, it’s now the late 2000’s. Adam quickly calculated the math and came to the conclusion Nick was probably late 30’s.
“But he looks so young. Damn, I wish I could age as well as him. Like a true fine wine.” Adam spoke to no one in particular. It seemed that he was speaking to another entity because Tommy appeared at his side, smiling like a true fanboy.
“He does age like true fine wine. God, he’s gorgeous.” Tommy peered down at the letter Adam’s grasping a little too tightly, looking hopeful, “Do you want me to deliver your response?”
“You read it?” Adam quirked a suspecting eyebrow, not amused at all.
Tommy shuffled his feet guiltily upon the hardwood floors, eyes averting Adam’s strong sinister blue eyes.
Typical of Tommy, he avoided the question by asking another, “Did you reply yes? ‘Cause I swear to fucking whatever higher being there is out there that if you said no, I will kick your ass.”
Adam laughed fiercely, gripping his free arm around his abdomen. He wiped away a few tears that slipped out before retorting, “You? Kick my ass? Okay, I might be a big ol’ honkin’ fag, but in size, I have you beat.” He chuckled again, nearly falling over.
Tommy slapped him good-naturedly on the arm, seeing his contagious fit of giggles begin to work their magic. Tommy was soon agreeing and laughing just as turbulently as Adam was a moment ago.
Monte Pittman, Adam’s guitarist and long-time best friend, entered the room slowly, bemused as to why his band mates were laughing heaps on the floor. Monte placed a hand over his forlorn eyes at the state of the two men, sighing before speaking slowly, “Did you guys just sniff some nitrous oxide or something? I can hear you from the bathroom down the hall.”
Adam composed himself first and spoke excitedly, “Hell no. This is natural energy, man. You should try it.” Monte only groaned his response as he slammed the recording studio door behind him. After a few more moments of intense and completely irrelevant giggling, Adam searched for the note lying haphazardly a few feet away. As Adam turned around to head towards the door, Tommy was already standing there doing his signature pout and holding out his hand.
“Like I’m going to let you near Nick again. He was downright afraid of you.”
Tommy mock gasped, not seeming to care.
“No,” Adam emphasized, pointing a perfectly painted and manicured black nail at Tommy’s nose, “You cannot deliver this to him. I said in the letter that I would.”
“Then what’s the point of writing the letter if you’re going to see him in person?” Tommy stared, daring Adam to contradict his statement.
“Uh.” Words seemed to have failed him. Tommy had a point though.
“Exactly.” Tommy made a signature smirk and sidestepped Adam in a triumphant manner. Adam snorted as Tommy received an extra push towards the studio door. Tommy quickly got the message as he flipped Adam the bird before leaving the room.
Adam chuckled once more as he revisited the note, reading it over thoroughly a few times before coming to the conclusion Tommy was right. He was Adam fucking Lambert; the guy who didn’t give a shit about what others thought of him, who was, clearly, outspoken and outrageously outgoing when on American Idol. He had every woman, and even some men, drop to their knees in ecstasy. Talking to Nick face-to-face would be a breeze. And with that last thought, Adam violently ripped up the letter and tossed it into the nearest waste bin before striding out of the studio, pulling out his cell phone to set a meet up.
~~~~
“Tatji, dinner’s ready!”
“Coming daddy!”
Nick loved his daughter, Tatjana, always have. He nearly explodes with happiness every time she calls, or when she comes down periodically to visit. Like now, Julie allowed her to stay at his flat for two weeks while she went back to Iowa to deal with family issues. Typical of Jewels, though, to dump Taji on Nick’s doorstep when she cannot take care of her. Although, secretly, he wishes Julie would have more problems that involved leaving Los Angeles so he can have Tatjana all to himself. He rarely gets to see her anymore since the divorce. He feels he has missed being a supportive father in a good portion of Taji’s life. They divorced in July of 2002, and it was anything but pretty. Lawyers upon lawyers harassing him to no end. Having to fight his way to avoid Jewels from completely having custody over Tatjana. For no apparent reason either! Just because she was a greedy, shady, cunt who wanted nothing more than to see Nick suffer. However, when Tatjana came bounding into the kitchen, her delicate blonde curls falling onto her shoulders, he couldn’t completely hate Julie-Anne; she gave life to this precious jewel. He could never hate her, maybe loathe her, despise her even, but never hate her.
“What’s for dinner daddy?” She spoke excitedly, placing her napkin in her lap to avoid any falling food from staining her skirt.
“Food.” He replied, a sly smile appearing.
She groaned.
“Don’t start or I might just have to tickle you.”
“Daaadd,” She drawled, “I’m too old for that.”
“Thirteen is old?”
“Yes.” She retorted.
Nick sets a plate of fish and chips in front of her before grabbing his own and sitting across from her. He eyed her curiously before beginning to chew thoughtfully on a chip.
“So,” Nick began, “I’m having a guest over tomorrow. Sorry you won’t be here to meet him.”
“Who is it?” She asked.
“Someone daddy is going to work with.”
“Is it Jay-Z?” She asked with a completely straight face.
Nick, on the other hand, could not contain the laughter bubbling deep in his belly and laughed throatily, “No sweetheart. That’s more someone Uncle John wants to work with,” He paused to take a hearty sip of tea, “I’m working with Adam Lambert.”
Taji stared perplexed, “Who?”
Nick chuckled good-naturedly at his daughter’s lack of mainstream musical knowledge, “Adam Lambert. He was the runner-up of American Idol Season 8. Completely baffled and staggered American society when he performed recently on the American Music Awards,” Nick paused again to reminisce, “Oh yes. I remember watching that. I was really surprised at what he was attempting on national television.”
“What did he do?”
Nick glanced at her, smiling, “Lets just say that it was inappropriate for little girls like you.”
“I’m not little!” She defended, tossing a chip at Nick who easily dodged it.
“Really? Then why is your bed covered in various stuffed animals?”
“Well,” She faltered at first, quickly coming up with an excuse, “It’s what all the girls are doing.”
Nick only chuckled at the beginning stages of a teenage girl’s life. They continued to eat in a peaceful silence. Nick grabbed a newspaper from the chair next to him and began to read the headlines as Taji put her dirty dishes in the sink to be washed by the maid later. Nick was just finishing an article on an antelope that tackled a bicyclist when Tatjana poked him on the shoulder.
“What is it, luv?”
“Can we go to the movies?”
Nick glanced at his side watch before frowning, “It’s late, luv.”
She pouts, “ Please daddy?”
He couldn’t help it. She was pouting for Christ’s sake! He wanted to spoil his daughter as much as he could with her rare visits. It was only natural. And he had to release her back to Julie tomorrow anyway.
He sighed as he internally admits defeat, “Alright. What do you want to see?”
“Up!” She replied excitedly.
Good, not an inappropriate movie. He wasn’t ready to have a talk with his daughter about male and female companionship, especially in its extreme form. There would’ve been some intense awkwardness if she mentioned “The Hangover”, which seems to be a major hit in the states. The movie promo rather disgusted him though, regardless of Las Vegas being one of his favorite cities and knowing exactly the feeling of being hungover.
“Okay, let me call a shuttle. Go grab a jacket.” Nick sat back in his chair, running a hand through his newly bleached blonde hair. They grow up so fast, he thought. Soon, he would be caving into giving her money to start college to become the next neurosurgeon. Too fast, he thought again, excessively fast. He sighed forlornly before quickly calling for a shuttle car. He could drive, but not with Taji in the car; especially since he has failed his test multiple times. As he hung up with the operator, his phone began playing the lovely Bowie tune “Space Oddity.” He answered apprehensively, “ ‘Ello?”
“Mr. Rhodes?”
Nick gulped, “Speaking.”
“Oh, thank goodness! I thought my PA gave me the wrong number.”
Nick began to bite his thumbnail, uncomfortable with the stranger on the opposite line, “Who is this?”
“Oh, pardon me. I’m so nervous and dazed I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Adam Lambert! So nice to be speaking to you, finally.”
The breath Nick had been holding in since his phone rang has finally relinquished itself, “Oh ‘ello there Adam. Sorry I acted so edgy at first. It’s really hard for anyone to track down my private number.”
“It’s cool. Just wanted to call and confirm our meet up tomorrow. Am I flying to England or are you following me to Los Angeles?”
“Los Angeles..” There was a chuckle on the other end, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, GOD! I’m so sorry. I’m not used to the British language and accent. How you pronounced L.A. was highly amusing.”
Nick, however, did not find it as amusing as Adam did and replied through gritted teeth, “Anyway, I will be flying to L.A. tomorrow afternoon after I bring my daughter back to my ex-wife. One of my mates lives down there, might as well visit him.”
“You mean John right?”
Nick frowned, “Yeah, John. How’d you know?”
There was a pause on the other end, Nick presumed he was blushing, “Well, I used to be a big fan of Duran Duran growing up. Had the biggest crush on John. So pretty. And have you looked at that chin? I mean, it’s so chiseled and precise. The cheekbones are to die for. I wish I had those in my early twenties.”
Nick chuckled as Adam quickly scrambled to repair the damage, “Oh! Oh! You were very pretty too! Since I wear eyeliner as well, I thought it worked well with your profile. Great hair.”
Nick progressed from a steady giggle to a full-blown belly laugh. At that moment though, Tatjana came bounding down the stairs and the shuttle honked loudly from the street across from the flat. Tatjana glared menacingly, her little tuft of bangs hanging over her eyes in a very sinister way.
“Sorry, I have to go now. Taking my daughter to the cinema. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up before Adam could respond. Tatjana sighed exasperatingly, leading the way to the car. Nick followed suit, apologising on the way.
“It’s fine, dad. Really, it is. Just wanted to spend some time with you before you ship me back to America.”
“I wish you wouldn’t say it like that. You know I only have visiting rights with you. Trust me, if I could, I would have you live with me here in England. But your mum won’t have any of it.”
She snorted, “You should hear what she says about you.”
Nick tensed and began biting his thumbnail again, not responding.
“Lets not have this conversation, alright? This is our last night together for awhile.” Tatjana simply shrugged and angled her body towards the window, looking intently out at the many shops and trees passing in a blur. Nick copied her; a strong but peaceful silence enveloped the shuttle. Only the sounds of the passing cars.
~~~~
Adam crossed his leg over the other impatiently, tapping his foot to an unknown tune in his head. It was about seven o’ clock at night and Nick was still absent from the airport. He was hoping to have a drink with him before he passed out from the jetlag. Although, as the minutes ticked on by, the wish was more likely not to happen. This saddened him for a moment. He decided as an afterthought to not put him to bed immediately. They’re meeting for the first time. It would be like picking up a slut in some bar and fucking them in the back room. That used to be Adam’s style, not anymore. And Nick is different; he’s a famous musician, photographer, and director of sorts. Still, Adam was constantly horny. Sure, he had a quickie with Tommy before arriving at the airport, but it was never enough. Maybe his logic for not putting Nick into bed instantly was because he craved more than just sex. A relationship. But Adam, he’s straight. He has been married and even has a daughter. There’s no way in hell he’ll just switch teams.
Adam was startled away from his thoughts when he heard the clacking of boots creep closer to him. He looked up to see Nick Rhodes for the first time in the flesh. He gulped back a moan as his eyes absorbed all that is Nick. From the blonde strands falling over his forehead elegantly to the sparkly black boots. Nick quirked an eyebrow as he watched Adam’s azul eyes roam over his body. It was flattering since he recently began to believe he has gained a tummy that shouldn’t be there. When Adam realized what he was involuntarily doing, he coughed and rose from the bench he had been occupying. He held out his hand in a polite manner. Nick accepted it happily and flashed him an award-winning smile. Adam melted internally, surprised that he kept his composure despite what his body was doing. Lets just say his pants have become just a teeny bit tighter than normal.
“Nick, good to see you.” Adam said cheerfully.
“Same. Do we have time to go to the studio or is it a little late?” Nick asked while fumbling blindly for his cell phone.
“It’s about 7:00 right now. We can go back to my place and have a drink, if you want.”
“That sounds nice.” Nick smiled before placing his retrieved cell phone up to his ear and saying a quiet “ ‘ Ello.”
“Hi Taji. How are you sweetie?”
Adam watched with intense fascination at how Nick talked to his daughter. His face showed clear facial expressions as if she were sitting right in front of him telling the story. He loved her immensely. Adam couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. A moment later, Nick hung up the phone reluctantly and strode back over to Adam.
“So, how about that drink.” They both smiled and headed out to Adam’s car. Nick was heading towards the driver side of the car when Adam asked in an alarming tone, “Um, aren’t you supposed to ask someone to drive their car first? Or is that a British custom I don’t know about.” Nick stopped walking for a moment. Adam swore he could hear the mechanisms working in his brain. Nick chuckled and quickly changed his walking path. He spoke, “Sorry, it’s a British custom to drive on the right side of the car. I’ve lived in England for way too long.”
Adam chuckled under his breath. Being with Nick was easy. The situation that just happened should’ve been awkward, and, instead, it was very light and amusing. He was already beginning to enjoy Nick’s company. And he has only been with him a mere fifteen minutes. Maybe he will have to rethink his decision of fucking Nick tonight. Things could play in his favor tonight if he presses the right buttons.
~~~~
“So, right after Lady Gaga performed, I was sitting in the audience and thought to myself ‘Damn Lambert, you need to step up the game! Do something cool and spontaneous!’ and then it all went downhill after that. Although, I’m sure the guy that got his face stuffed with my crotch sure didn’t complain when he got offstage.” Nick broke into a fit of giggles, his glass of Chardonnay threatening to spill at his body spasms.
“Wow, and I thought our risqué Girls on Film music video was horrible, or John being obviously high during the making of our “Arena Live” video.”
“John was high during that? Holy shit! I thought that was just how he was normally.”
Nick snorted his response and took another sip of the wine, waving it around exaggeratingly as he told Adam the story, “Nope. Our Johnny boy was an intense cocaine addict. He tends to use it to kill nerves and stage fright,” Nick paused a moment, trying to focus on a tiny water stain on the glass, “God, he would kill me if he knew we were talking about him like this. Should I call him up and invite him over?” They began to giggle again for no apparent reason. Adam was able to add in, “Doesn’t he have a wife and kids? Can’t have a drink anymore, too busy being a breeder.” Nick huffed an agreement as he took out his cell phone. He shakily scrolled through his contacts for John; he dialed and put the phone up to his ear. Adam is still cackling in the background.
“John? Hey, it’s Nick. Fancy a drink tonight?” Nick’s eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as he listened to John’s response, “Well, you don’t have to be a git about it. Just wondering,” A pause, “Yes, I do realise it’s midnight,” Nick slammed the glass down onto the coffee table, a few drops landing onto the surface, “I don’t give two fucks about Gela. You’re my best mate and I want to have a drink with you,”
Suddenly, Nick’s face dropped and paled as he sat back into the couch. Adam could hear John screaming on the other end. Nick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m sorry, John. I forgot you quit drinking. Sometimes, I still think you’re the John who was the wild child in our heyday. I miss it.” The screaming ceased on the other line; Nick chortled before saying slowly, “Okay Johnny. Yes, I do realise I’m drunk. Adam Lambert and I have been for a good three hours. He has a giant crush on you,” Nick winks at Adam, “Wants to meet you. Thought you would like to come hang out.” Nick nodded slowly, pressing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he began to aimlessly trace circles on the inside of his palm. Adam’s increase in boredom skyrocketed as Nick and John began to catch up on some current life events. Therefore, doing what he does naturally, he put on the Adam charm without actually talking. He uncrossed his legs and spread his knees just a tiny bit. His mouth goes slack to create a sensual circle. His eyes slide to sexual slits as they graze over Nick’s body. To his dismay, Nick is completely oblivious to Adam’s sudden change in posture and body language.
“Alright John, I have to go. It’s rude to ignore Adam. So, I’ll talk to you later. K bye.” Nick quietly disconnected the call and leaned back so his head was lying on the top of the couch. Still in his corporeal position, Adam began to discreetly get Nick’s attention. Nick glanced over his way, eyes heavily lidded with exhaustion.
“Can I stay here? I haven’t booked a hotel room yet, and I don’t feel like it being drunk and all.” He yawned.
“Um, yeah, sure. I only have one bedroom with a bed though.”
“I can sleep on the couch. I’ve done it tons of times.”
Adam frowned at Nick, “I can’t do that to a guest. It’s extremely rude. You’re sleeping in my room and I’ll take the couch.”
Nick half-attempted to shake his head no, “Not gonna happen Lambert. I’m dead tired. Lets just shut up and sleep in the same bed, okay?”
Adam gulped. Could this really be happening? Nick actually wanted to sleep in the same bed as Adam. Geez, turning men nowadays was a lot easier. No, Adam thought, this is not the right time. We’re both drunk. It’s a drunken fuck. I don’t want this. Nick stared at Adam curiously, as if he was pondering his existence, “You coming? Or you gonna sit like that all night.” Adam shook his head and tried to ward off any lingering sexual thoughts. Nothing was happening tonight. By the time he reached his bedroom, it became an inner mantra.
“There’s the bed. I’m warning you though, I always sleep naked. No exceptions.” Nick in a drunken slur spoke evenly, “S’fine with me. I’ve been in this band for twenty years. Simon sure is something in the morning.” Nick stopped and pondered a thought for a moment, “Just keep to your side of the bed.”
Adam blushed copiously, the heat rising into his cheeks, “Yeah, I can do that. I might be the epitome of a sex god to some people, but I can learn to control my dick.” Nick snorted his response as he stripped to his boxers, balancing on one foot as he removed his boots. “A sex god, now? Damn, I remember being called that. Now I’m the belly god.”
Adam rolled his eyes, but they instantly locked on Nick’s body afterwards. He marveled at the stark paleness of his body along with the absence of bodily hair, those thin arms and legs that held a constricting muscle or two. Adam gulped before he began his retort to Nick’s attack on his own physique, “You really wanna know who the belly god truly was?” Adam pointed to himself, a smirk playing on his lips as he too stripped off his clothes. He had to thank the heavenly being’s above that his cock was, for the most part, flaccid. Adam was just able to pull the duvet back when he heard Nick gasp from the other side.
“What?” He questioned, attempting to finish his mission to crawl under the warm blankets.
“Don’t move!” Adam stopped abruptly, staring at Nick awkwardly.
Even in the dim light emitting from the bedside lamp, Nick could make out the trails of freckles adorning Adam’s shoulders, arms, and chest. He didn’t mean for his eyes to roam so blatantly, but they had a mind of their own! When their journey landed on the main site point, he made a low whistle.
“Circumcised and hung? You’re one fucking lucky bloke.” Nick reluctantly pulled his green eyes away; it occurred to him, though, that it was one of those things that are supposed to be completely repulsive, but you just can’t stop looking at it. Adam, at this point, was at a loss for words. Nick Rhodes was complimenting his dick? And they had just barely met? Adam had to reevaluate the power he has over the human race when it comes to sexual desires.
Feeling completely uncomfortable with the awkward silence, Adam spoke delicately, “Thanks, I guess.” He slid into bed easily, giving Nick his back and pulling the duvet up to his chin. He felt the bed shift as Nick put his weight onto the other side; he suspected Nick also had his back to him.
“Goodnight Nick.”
“Goodnight Adam.”
~~~~~~~
The sun sat unpleasantly on Nick’s backside, making the bed into a too warm cocoon. He stretched his sore muscles and registered the fact he was in a pleasingly comfortable bed. He blinked rapidly a few times as last night finally flooded in. Last thing he, truly, remembered was holding a glass of Chardonnay whilst talking to Adam about his wild days as a pop star. Then it all went…blank. As his eyes began to focus on his surroundings, Adam came in with two cups of coffee.
“Coffee?”
Nick blinked again and mumbled, “Wot?”
“Coffee? Sorry, I’m not too keen on tea so you’ll have to settle with coffee.” Nick stared blankly at the intruding figure and mumbled, “Yeah, coffee. Good.”
He handed Nick the coffee silently before speaking in a teasing tone, “So, I guess hangovers aren’t your strong suit, huh? You can’t form a coherent sentence.”
Nick glared over the rim of his mug, “Sod off.”
Adam merely smirked as he took a dainty sip of the hot, brown liquid, “So, when do you want to go to the recording studio?” Nick groaned, “Or should we wait until tomorrow and not get drunk off our asses again.” Nick didn’t respond, but Adam took it as a silent agreement, either that or it meant he was offended. Nick looks so darn adorable Adam thought, letting his azul eyes absorb Nick’s ‘morning’ look with affection. A moment of comfortable silence settled itself into the atmosphere of the room, each man sipping the warm coffee as the morning sun continued to blaze into the bedroom. Nick was the first to speak, “Well, I should go book a hotel room and begin formulating some lyrics. Thanks for letting me stay, Adam. I’ll call you tomorrow so we can go to the studio.” Adam wanted to stop him, wanted to keep him buried under the blankets so he can sidle up next to him in an embrace. Of course, you don’t always get what you want. But the stubborn Adam would not allow this to happen. And, ultimately, stubborn Adam always wins, “Why in such a hurry?” It was a rhetorical question, but Nick still answered it anyway, “I’ve already overstayed my welcome,” He paused to set the mug onto the end table, “Besides, if I don’t leave now, I’ll end up falling back to sleep and not getting that hotel room booked.”
“You can stay here, if you want.” Well, if Adam didn’t already show his feelings before, he sure is now.
Nick stared at Adam for a second as he processed this new information, “I…” He looked away from Adam’s blue jewels attempting to analyze his thoughts and decisions.
“Adam, it’s a sweet gesture. It’s just….” He stopped, trying to gauge his words correctly.
“Because I’m gay.” It was blunt, and it wasn’t a question.
“No,” He replied swiftly, “I don’t give a shit about that. I…” He stopped again. He really didn’t have an excuse not to stay. At least here, he wouldn’t be lonely. Adam was good company.
“Oh bloody hell, why not?” He grinned at Adam while throwing himself out of bed. Adam smiled down at him as they came face-to-face. The height difference between them was extreme. And Adam absolutely loved looking down at a lover, having their head pressed upon his chest when holding them. Or when they cuddle in bed, just the right size for his whole body to envelope them in a nice cocoon. He could see this easily with Nick. It was more than just a fuck now; he wanted more out of him. Just in the past 24 hours, he’s never felt more attracted to a man before Nick. It’s almost as if the Universe destined this to happen; karma was coming back in the best way possible.
Nick couldn’t tear away from Adam’s gaze. It was holding him in place like gravity. This was foreign territory, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. Even after all the crazy antics in his heyday, he never slept with a man. Attraction was inevitable for a human being, regardless of gender. And he was feeling an attraction towards Adam that sent shivers down his body, creating gooseflesh. Something about the eyes that held so much passion, aptitude, and affection.
As they stood there and gazed at each other, Adam couldn’t help placing a hand to the side of Nick’s face. Even in the early morning, his beautiful features shone brightly, especially his emerald eyes. When he placed the hand there, he immediately regretted it, thinking Nick would become disgusted at his advances and storm off, but to his surprise, Nick held in place. In fact, he pushed his cheek more into Adam’s palm, relishing in the feel. Nick’s skin was as supple as baby’s skin, so soft and delicate. Adam didn’t quite know what to do now. So, he continued to hold his hand there, lightly stroking Nick’s elaborate cheekbone with his thumb.
Nick spoke barely above a whisper, “What’s happening?”
Adam answered calmly, “I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want it to end.”
“Me neither. I’m drawn to you Adam in an unexplainable way.” He admitted sheepishly.
Adam chuckled, “Oh, really? This is coming from the womanizer of the 90’s.”
“Hardly.” Nick drawled, placing his hands on Adam’s forearms. Adam took a half step forward, closing the distance between them. Nick didn’t budge, which was a good sign, “Do you want this Nick?”
Nick’s mouth went slightly slack as the words punctured his brain. His body was screaming with the need to feel Adam’s skin, his lips, his being. Although, his brain was sending slight warning signals. The ones that usually yelled, “Oy! You’re straight! You like tits! Not cock!” Damn them all he thought as he pushed himself forward and latched onto Adam’s lips. At the force of the impact, Adam stepped back and step and grabbed onto Nick’s small hips to keep them both balanced. There was a fire coursing through his veins when Nick made contact. Those beautiful pouty lips he saw in the pictures were now gliding on his own. It finally clicked in Adam’s brain that Nick initiated this first, wanted this as much as Adam did.
He held Nick closer to his frame as their lips smacked and sashayed with one another in a beautiful dance. Nick pried his hands away from Adam’s forearms to sit comfortably at the base of his neck, working the tense muscles there. Adam moaned into his mouth, kneading his hands into Nick’s blonde locks. To catch his breath, Nick reluctantly detached his lips from Adam’s. They began to stare at each other again, read each other in a way only soul mates can do. It was comforting and extremely arousing.
“I want you, so badly.” Adam breathed, eyes lidded with desire.
“You have me.” Nick breathed back huskily, pulling at Adam’s shirt. Adam groaned and pushed Nick back down onto the bed, his inner dominance kicking into overdrive. He placed both of Nick’s wrists into his hand and put them above Nick’s head. Nick shifted his head to the right to allow Adam better access to his neck. While placing soft, feathery kisses to the major vein there pulsing violently, Adam spoke, “Just so you know, I’m a top and only a top under any and all circumstances.”
Nick peeked at Adam through his peripheral vision, “What do you mean “top”?”
Adam abruptly stopped the kisses and nibbles on his neck to laugh throatily, “Boy, you are a breeder. Top means I’m usually the fucker, not the fuckee.” Nick’s eyes grew wide at the realisation he was going to be fucked by this beautiful man. Meaning, he was going to lose his virginity all over again in a completely different way. It was a whole new form of excitement. He let his eyes relax to slits as Adam continued his attack on his neck, leaving bruises in his wake. He needed to feel Adam’s skin upon his, and that wasn’t going to work with the pounds of clothes Adam has strapped to his body. He fought against Adam’s hold on his wrists to tear off the clothes. Adam clucked his tongue in disappointment, “Now Nicky, you must be patient. I will be naked when I’m done admiring your body.” Adam resumed his work on slowly torturing Nick.
Nick’s body was on fire. Every touch Adam initiated sent a fire coursing through him. Oh, this is much better than any woman I’ve slept with. Adam latched onto a nipple and teased it with a nip and a lick. Nick thrust up from the shock and desire, his erection rubbing against denim. Not a great feeling, but it was better than nothing. After thoroughly exciting the nipple into an erect peak, Adam migrated to the other, giving the other nipple the same fate, or could it be blessing? Whatever the case, Nick was in bliss. He didn’t like resorting to begging but the fate of his cock was in dangerous territory, “Adam, please.”
“Oh, begging now. I like it when you beg. I hope you do it more.” His voice was thick with lust as he kissed his way down to Nick’s groin. He dipped his tongue into his navel and played with the soft hairs right below. He smirked when they were a dark brown, almost black, color, “So, we’re not a natural blonde are we?”
Nick huffed at the loss of contact before replying impatiently, “No. Dark brown. Now, can we resume? I’m dying up here.” Adam obliged as he released his grip on Nick wrist’s to bend a finger into the waistband of his boxers. He felt Nick tense a bit and he asked reassuringly, “Are you okay?”
Nick wasn’t sure if he was okay. Yeah, sure, the kisses and licking were doable and extremely pleasant, but now he was going to expose himself completely. He was going to get head from another man. How would it feel? The same? Different? Better? Worse? These were the questions that would go unanswered unless he allowed Adam to explore. So, he nodded his head and inhaled a deep breath. Slowly, Adam removed the boxer shorts from around Nick’s waist and tossed them carelessly on the side of the bed. Adam licked his lips before nuzzling Nick’s cock with affection.
“Pretty.” He cooed, placing a soft kiss to the tip. Nick inhaled a sharp breath at the contact, grasping the sheets tightly. Adam was being dangerously slow with Nick on purpose; he does this with every virgin he comes across. He wanted them to feel the best pleasure they’ve ever had, nothing fast and rough. He liked taking his time in exploring, bringing them slowly into the depths of ecstasy.
Adam pulled his lips back over his teeth before dipping down to encompass the head. His cheeks sunk in slightly as he deliberately sucked. He heard Nick moan above him, a low, needy moan. Adam grabbed the base as he took him the rest of the way. He stopped to look at Nick through his eyelashes. He was beautiful at that moment. His eyes turned a dark green color from the lust and desire; his mouth slightly agape, and his breath leisured. He rose again to continue his work on Nick’s cock. He placed the hand that wasn’t holding the base of his cock on Nick’s balls and began massaging them delicately. Everything fit perfectly, in his mouth and in his hand; it was as if Nick’s manhood was made for Adam and Adam alone.
Nick couldn’t think. Hell, what is thinking anyway in this situation? His brain, at the moment, was only programmed to feel and make noises escape from his vocal chords. This sinful things Adam was doing to him was intense. He wanted it to last forever, but it was inevitable that it wouldn’t. So, he reluctantly made a noise to warn Adam he was close. Adam got the message and made a wet pop sound as he released him. Adam crawled back up Nick’s body to capture his lips in a wet kiss. Adam will never forget how smooth and plump those lips are, best lips he’s ever kissed. They kissed like that for a moment with Nick fumbling blindly at the buttons on Adam’s jacket.
Adam murmured against Nick’s lips, “Still so impatient.” Nick grunted his discontent. Granted, Adam was now sporting a raging hard-on and this whole “going slow” thing was starting to wear thin. But, he always was the guy that cared more about someone else than himself.
He stole another kiss from Nick before finishing the job of undoing the buttons on his shirt. He slipped it off casually as he straddled Nick’s legs. Nick ran his hands up and down Adam’s chest, feeling the fine, dark hairs growing there, the slight muscle there too. Too beautiful he thought as his hands landed over Adam’s throbbing cock.
“Want.” He says hoarsely, tugging at the belt. Adam smirked and began removing his jeans. He had a feeling something was going to happen today, so when he dressed, he decided to go commando. So, it surprised Nick when Adam’s cock came bounding out excitedly, moist from the pre cum. Nick, at that point, blanked out. He completely went submissive under Adam, giving him that trust. Adam haphazardly tossed the denims onto the floor and placed his forearms on either side of Nick’s head, staring intently into his eyes. He thrust slowly as their cocks rubbed together to create beautiful friction. Adam leant forward and kissed him, continuing the slow rhythm of their cocks.
“God Nick, I need to be inside of you.” Nick’s breath only faltered a tiny bit. He was more excited than scared at the prospect of having a penis inserted into his arse. He knew it would hurt at first, but then the pleasure would be mind-blowing. He wanted it; he craved it.
“I’m open for you Adam. I’m ready.”
Adam chuckled, “Not yet, sweetie. I still need to prep you.”
Nick opened his eyes, confused, “Prep?”
Adam found this highly amusing as he shuffled through the bedside table, “Yeah, prep. I can’t just barge in there. It would feel like I was splitting you in half. It’s definitely not like a woman, from what I’ve been told.” He succeeded in finding the tiny bottle of lube and a condom deep within the confines of the table and proceeded applying a generous amount of said lube to a finger, “First, we need to make you slick,” He elaborated by placing his finger at the entrance of Nick’s anus, “Open you up enough so it hurts less.”
It felt good. There was a slight twinge of pain at first, but it subsided as quickly as it came. Adam probed deeply, feeling out for his prostate. When he found it, Nick made the most adorable squeak, “Oh. That felt really good.” Adam laughed, continuing to thrust in and out of Nick, “Just wait until I get inside.” Nick moaned his response, reaching out to grab his cock, which Adam slapped him away, “Uh uh, no touchy. Only I can pleasure you tonight.”
Nick breathed in harshly as Adam placed a second finger inside, continuing his leisure thrusts, “You okay?”
“More than okay. I need you, Adam. Please.” Nick begged, lifting his head up to plead with his eyes. Adam grinned as he removed his fingers. He grabbed the condom and handed it to Nick, “Put it on me.”
Nick nodded as he slowly sat up, feeling every muscle and bone in him crack and contort. He tore open the package with his teeth and rolled the condom onto Adam’s throbbing dick. Feeling extremely confident, he gave it a few strokes afterwards, teasing the tip with his thumb. Adam bit his bottom lip before pushing Nick back down onto the bed. He spread Nick’s knees apart and pushed them back. Since there was a significant height difference, Adam had to improvise with a pillow under Nick’s hips to line him up easier. He snatched the bottle of lube and applied the rest of it onto his dick, giving it a few strokes.
“You ready?” Adam inquired.
“I’ve been ready.” Nick snapped impatiently, gripping the bed sheets tightly. Adam smiled as he entered Nick, the sphincter muscle attempting to repel him.
“I need you to relax, Nick.” Nick relaxed and wrapped his legs around Adam’s waist, pushing down to allow him inside.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, you feel amazing. Fuck.” A slur of cuss words erupted from Adam when he was all the way inside Nick, “So tight. Amazing.” Nick reached up and pulled Adam’s face to his to kiss him long and deep. Adam began to thrust in and out of him slowly, relishing in the tightness. He rocked into Nick as they created a rhythm. It was a beautiful sight if anyone could be a fly on the wall. Both bodies sweating and kissing in heated passion. Nick’s erection trapped between Adam’s belly as it was given delicious friction. Adam changed his angle just enough to continuously rub against Nick’s prostate. This elected a scream from Nick as the pleasure rushed through him. Adam forced his eyes to stay open as he watched Nick’s orgasm roll through him. His emerald eyes shut tightly as he moaned Adam’s name, his fingernails burying into Adam’s back. Adam couldn’t hold out any longer from Nick clenching around him; his orgasm rushed through him a few seconds later. He collapsed next to Nick, sidling up next to him to lick away the droplets of sweat forming on his neck.
They stayed like that for quite awhile. Adam spooning Nick from behind, his arm around his waist and the other lazily stroking the blonde locks. It was Nick who spoke first, “Wow.”
“I think “wow” is an understatement. It was for me.” Adam admitted, nibbling the side of Nick’s neck.
“Yeah. You are an amazing lover. I’m thoroughly impressed.” Nick sighed happily, cuddling himself deeper towards Adam.
“Oh am I? Thank you, I’d like to think I am pretty amazing.”
“Oy! Don’t let the ego take over now. I had to deal with John’s for years.” Nick chuckled, pinching Adam’s butt.
“Hey now, that’s teasing. I guess this would be a great time to tell you that I have an extensive amount of stamina. Just call me the Energizer Bunny.”
Nick laughed, but declined politely, “I guess this would be a great time to tell you as well, I never get up before eleven o’ clock. I should be asleep.”
Adam pouted, the arm that was around his waist now gradually moving south, “Are you sure about that?”
Nick grabbed the sneaky hand and placed it in his own, rubbing his thumb over the top, “Sleep.” He yawned and buried himself deeper into the pillows. Adam made a contented sigh as he kissed the top of Nick’s head. He was happy. Although, there was still one question he was burning to ask, “Nick?”
Nick mumbled a sleepy, “Wot?”
“Are you staying?”
“Always, Adam.”
At that, Adam sighed and felt sleep overtake him. This is what he craved, what he wanted. And he now had it. He can’t wait to begin their work in the studio. Let the fandoms rejoice at new music and a new relationship.
Author: capricornmist
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Nick Rhodes (Duran Duran)
Warnings: m/m descriptive sex, some language, mentions of drug use
Words: Approximately 8,000
Disclaimer: None of this happened. Although, I wish on a thousand shooting stars it did. I do not own Adam or Nick.
Summary: Adam is excited to be working with the keyboardist of Duran Duran, Nick Rhodes. Excited in more ways than one. He would be a fool to deny his attraction towards Nick, but the reality is that he’s straight. Or so Adam thought.
A/N: Holy crap! Long time no see Glambert fandom! No need to report a missing person’s case. I’ve just recently become a part of the Duran Duran fandom. We’re called Duranies! So I’ve been preoccupied with writing fan fiction pairing the band members rather than Adommy, lately. My goal with this fic is to bring out the older Glamberts (maybe younger like myself) who are fans of both Adam and Duran Duran. Or maybe to light an old flame from the 80’s when you guys had John Taylor pin-ups on your wall. You know who you are. :P The story does take place in the year 2009, but because of the actual age difference between Nick and Adam (20 years) I decided to scoot everything forward 10 years in Nick’s life/fame. So Duran wasn’t famous until the 90’s. His daughter is actually thirteen at the time and not twenty-three. Anyway, since I’m crossing fandoms for the first time, I realise that not everyone knows about Nick Rhodes and his life and vice versa with Adam (also posting to the Duran fandom). So here are some facts, pictures, and British euphemisms to bring you up to snub.
A/N 2: The title was a lyric from a Duran Duran song called "Vertigo (Do the Demolition)"
Nick Rhodes: Keyboardist of Duran Duran. Approximately 5’9’’. Is the age of 37 in this story. Has a daughter named Tatjana Lee Orchid. Was married to Iowa heiress and part time model Julie-Anne Friedman.
Picture from the 80’s: http://i54.tinypic.com/350mah5.jpg
How I perceive him in the fic: http://i54.tinypic.com/2s9sifr.jpg
John Taylor: Bassist of Duran Duran. Best friend of Nick Rhodes. Gela Nash-Taylor is his current wife. and she is the co-founder of Juciy Coutour
Picture: http://i55.tinypic.com/suxahu.jpg
British Euphemisms:
“Sod off” = “Fuck off”
All “Z’s” get turned to “S’s”
“Fancy” = “Would you like..”
In much of Europe, they drive on the right side of the car instead of the left.
“Oy!” = “Hey!” Pronounced in an irritated way.
“Luv” = Term of endearment or affection
“Adam! I have great news!” Tommy, Adam’s bassist, comes bounding into the recording studio excitedly, clutching a piece of paper. Adam groaned in frustration since he was really “in the zone” with the current song being worked on.
“What is it Tommy?”
“Well, if you’re going to have an attitude, then I might as well just leave.” Tommy made an over exaggerated spin on his heel as he headed leisurely towards the door.
Adam chuckled despite his current mood and followed Tommy towards the door. He grabbed his arm roughly, but playfully, and spun him back around to look at him. Tommy blushed at Adam’s strikingly blue eyes boring into his own chocolate orbs.
Remembering he was clutching a note for Adam, Tommy lifted a shaky hand in the general area of Adam’s body. Adam took the note and sends Tommy on his way. He scrutinized the piece of paper between his fingers, almost unsure of whether to open it. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was another fan trying to send notes containing very explicit details of how they are going to “turn” him back to God’s way. It was amusing but disgusting nonetheless. Adam adored his female fans and loved feeding off their energy while on stage, but when they attempt to put him in bed with him…..He cannot even finish the thought; it’s that repulsive.
Attempting to clear his mind by sighing, Adam unfolded the delicate paper. Before reading, he checked to see who it was from. Scribbled in neat cursive with three X’s was the name Nick Rhodes.
Nick Rhodes?
Adam stood there and pondered the name for a moment, trying to place name with face. It sounded so familiar. He remembered Tommy mentioning him through fits of fanboying, but is still unable to place a face. Beginning to get irritated from thinking so much on it, he began to read the note.
Adam,
If this note has even reached you then I’m completely honoured. My name is Nick Rhodes. If you don’t know who I am, I’m the keyboardist of Duran Duran. Don’t know who Duran Duran is? Well, then I suggest you stop reading.
Adam stops to chuckle. Thankfully, he does know who Duran Duran is. They were one of his favorite bands growing up.
I’ve heard through many people inside that you are currently working on a new album. The band and I are huge fans of your music. So hip and stylish. I was hoping to possibly collaborate with you on a song for the new album. I know by doing this, you will gain Duran’s fan base, so I hope you will take up my offer. When you have an answer, please write a note and give it back to your bassist. On the other hand, maybe you shouldn’t because he tends to grovel at my feet for some tips on playing the keys. It’s flattering, I guess, but I’m more used to the women doing that. Anyway, I’m getting off topic; please write back as soon as possible. Looking forward to working with the great Glambert.
Nick Rhodes XXX
Adam folded the paper back up delicately and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Determined to see what Nick looks like, Adam delicately opens up his laptop and clicks onto Google. He Googles his name and a whole array of pictures appear before him. Adam’s eyes dilate slightly and he gasped as one by one the pictures load. Nick is pretty to say the least. Definitely his type. Adam stared in amazement at all the different hairstyles he sported through the 90’s. He’s currently blonde now, and Adam sure does like the contrast of the blonde with the black suits he seems to favor. Beautiful green eyes gaze up at Adam through the computer screen, and Adam at that moment wanted to ravish him. Wanted to see him writhe beneath him as he pulls him into the depths of ecstasy. Adam licks his upper lip slowly, now extremely pleased to possibly have this morsel in his bed.
He reluctantly closed the window and leaned back in his seat. This would be a great opportunity to have fandoms cross paths to gain more fans. In addition, if he was lucky, a nice piece of ass to satisfy all of that sexual frustration when he sings. Sure, he has Tommy at his disposal, but he favored virgin ass more. And by the looks of Mr. Rhodes, he was definitely virgin.
“Well, not for long.” Adam said wickedly to himself.
He traveled around the studio, seeking out a pen and paper to write his reply. When they present themselves to him, he smiled and settled back into the chair he was currently occupying. He scribbled on the back of the note to make sure the pen was functional, and then carefully responded in sexy cursive:
Hello Mr. Rhodes. It’s an even bigger honor to have you even know who the hell I am. I’m a huge fan of Duran Duran, grew up with you guys basically! Would love to collaborate with you on a song for my new album. So, my answer is a yes. Fuck, a thousand times yes! And about my bassist, Tommy, he’s like that. He probably got all of his makeup tips from you. But, I promise to hand deliver this to you myself. Peace and love.
Adam Lambert XOXO
Adam grunted in satisfaction and began to neatly fold the letter. The thought of folding it into a heart flitted through his mind, but he dismissed it as being a little cheesy as he chuckled lightly to himself. Then, he abruptly stopped his folding as a specific thought struck him, almost painfully. How old is Nick anyway? Adam was never into the older men, but he appeared to be so youthful and alive in the pictures. Well, he remembered dancing to them wildly in the early to mid 90’s. Therefore, they had to be at least a couple of decades old. However, it’s now the late 2000’s. Adam quickly calculated the math and came to the conclusion Nick was probably late 30’s.
“But he looks so young. Damn, I wish I could age as well as him. Like a true fine wine.” Adam spoke to no one in particular. It seemed that he was speaking to another entity because Tommy appeared at his side, smiling like a true fanboy.
“He does age like true fine wine. God, he’s gorgeous.” Tommy peered down at the letter Adam’s grasping a little too tightly, looking hopeful, “Do you want me to deliver your response?”
“You read it?” Adam quirked a suspecting eyebrow, not amused at all.
Tommy shuffled his feet guiltily upon the hardwood floors, eyes averting Adam’s strong sinister blue eyes.
Typical of Tommy, he avoided the question by asking another, “Did you reply yes? ‘Cause I swear to fucking whatever higher being there is out there that if you said no, I will kick your ass.”
Adam laughed fiercely, gripping his free arm around his abdomen. He wiped away a few tears that slipped out before retorting, “You? Kick my ass? Okay, I might be a big ol’ honkin’ fag, but in size, I have you beat.” He chuckled again, nearly falling over.
Tommy slapped him good-naturedly on the arm, seeing his contagious fit of giggles begin to work their magic. Tommy was soon agreeing and laughing just as turbulently as Adam was a moment ago.
Monte Pittman, Adam’s guitarist and long-time best friend, entered the room slowly, bemused as to why his band mates were laughing heaps on the floor. Monte placed a hand over his forlorn eyes at the state of the two men, sighing before speaking slowly, “Did you guys just sniff some nitrous oxide or something? I can hear you from the bathroom down the hall.”
Adam composed himself first and spoke excitedly, “Hell no. This is natural energy, man. You should try it.” Monte only groaned his response as he slammed the recording studio door behind him. After a few more moments of intense and completely irrelevant giggling, Adam searched for the note lying haphazardly a few feet away. As Adam turned around to head towards the door, Tommy was already standing there doing his signature pout and holding out his hand.
“Like I’m going to let you near Nick again. He was downright afraid of you.”
Tommy mock gasped, not seeming to care.
“No,” Adam emphasized, pointing a perfectly painted and manicured black nail at Tommy’s nose, “You cannot deliver this to him. I said in the letter that I would.”
“Then what’s the point of writing the letter if you’re going to see him in person?” Tommy stared, daring Adam to contradict his statement.
“Uh.” Words seemed to have failed him. Tommy had a point though.
“Exactly.” Tommy made a signature smirk and sidestepped Adam in a triumphant manner. Adam snorted as Tommy received an extra push towards the studio door. Tommy quickly got the message as he flipped Adam the bird before leaving the room.
Adam chuckled once more as he revisited the note, reading it over thoroughly a few times before coming to the conclusion Tommy was right. He was Adam fucking Lambert; the guy who didn’t give a shit about what others thought of him, who was, clearly, outspoken and outrageously outgoing when on American Idol. He had every woman, and even some men, drop to their knees in ecstasy. Talking to Nick face-to-face would be a breeze. And with that last thought, Adam violently ripped up the letter and tossed it into the nearest waste bin before striding out of the studio, pulling out his cell phone to set a meet up.
~~~~
“Tatji, dinner’s ready!”
“Coming daddy!”
Nick loved his daughter, Tatjana, always have. He nearly explodes with happiness every time she calls, or when she comes down periodically to visit. Like now, Julie allowed her to stay at his flat for two weeks while she went back to Iowa to deal with family issues. Typical of Jewels, though, to dump Taji on Nick’s doorstep when she cannot take care of her. Although, secretly, he wishes Julie would have more problems that involved leaving Los Angeles so he can have Tatjana all to himself. He rarely gets to see her anymore since the divorce. He feels he has missed being a supportive father in a good portion of Taji’s life. They divorced in July of 2002, and it was anything but pretty. Lawyers upon lawyers harassing him to no end. Having to fight his way to avoid Jewels from completely having custody over Tatjana. For no apparent reason either! Just because she was a greedy, shady, cunt who wanted nothing more than to see Nick suffer. However, when Tatjana came bounding into the kitchen, her delicate blonde curls falling onto her shoulders, he couldn’t completely hate Julie-Anne; she gave life to this precious jewel. He could never hate her, maybe loathe her, despise her even, but never hate her.
“What’s for dinner daddy?” She spoke excitedly, placing her napkin in her lap to avoid any falling food from staining her skirt.
“Food.” He replied, a sly smile appearing.
She groaned.
“Don’t start or I might just have to tickle you.”
“Daaadd,” She drawled, “I’m too old for that.”
“Thirteen is old?”
“Yes.” She retorted.
Nick sets a plate of fish and chips in front of her before grabbing his own and sitting across from her. He eyed her curiously before beginning to chew thoughtfully on a chip.
“So,” Nick began, “I’m having a guest over tomorrow. Sorry you won’t be here to meet him.”
“Who is it?” She asked.
“Someone daddy is going to work with.”
“Is it Jay-Z?” She asked with a completely straight face.
Nick, on the other hand, could not contain the laughter bubbling deep in his belly and laughed throatily, “No sweetheart. That’s more someone Uncle John wants to work with,” He paused to take a hearty sip of tea, “I’m working with Adam Lambert.”
Taji stared perplexed, “Who?”
Nick chuckled good-naturedly at his daughter’s lack of mainstream musical knowledge, “Adam Lambert. He was the runner-up of American Idol Season 8. Completely baffled and staggered American society when he performed recently on the American Music Awards,” Nick paused again to reminisce, “Oh yes. I remember watching that. I was really surprised at what he was attempting on national television.”
“What did he do?”
Nick glanced at her, smiling, “Lets just say that it was inappropriate for little girls like you.”
“I’m not little!” She defended, tossing a chip at Nick who easily dodged it.
“Really? Then why is your bed covered in various stuffed animals?”
“Well,” She faltered at first, quickly coming up with an excuse, “It’s what all the girls are doing.”
Nick only chuckled at the beginning stages of a teenage girl’s life. They continued to eat in a peaceful silence. Nick grabbed a newspaper from the chair next to him and began to read the headlines as Taji put her dirty dishes in the sink to be washed by the maid later. Nick was just finishing an article on an antelope that tackled a bicyclist when Tatjana poked him on the shoulder.
“What is it, luv?”
“Can we go to the movies?”
Nick glanced at his side watch before frowning, “It’s late, luv.”
She pouts, “ Please daddy?”
He couldn’t help it. She was pouting for Christ’s sake! He wanted to spoil his daughter as much as he could with her rare visits. It was only natural. And he had to release her back to Julie tomorrow anyway.
He sighed as he internally admits defeat, “Alright. What do you want to see?”
“Up!” She replied excitedly.
Good, not an inappropriate movie. He wasn’t ready to have a talk with his daughter about male and female companionship, especially in its extreme form. There would’ve been some intense awkwardness if she mentioned “The Hangover”, which seems to be a major hit in the states. The movie promo rather disgusted him though, regardless of Las Vegas being one of his favorite cities and knowing exactly the feeling of being hungover.
“Okay, let me call a shuttle. Go grab a jacket.” Nick sat back in his chair, running a hand through his newly bleached blonde hair. They grow up so fast, he thought. Soon, he would be caving into giving her money to start college to become the next neurosurgeon. Too fast, he thought again, excessively fast. He sighed forlornly before quickly calling for a shuttle car. He could drive, but not with Taji in the car; especially since he has failed his test multiple times. As he hung up with the operator, his phone began playing the lovely Bowie tune “Space Oddity.” He answered apprehensively, “ ‘Ello?”
“Mr. Rhodes?”
Nick gulped, “Speaking.”
“Oh, thank goodness! I thought my PA gave me the wrong number.”
Nick began to bite his thumbnail, uncomfortable with the stranger on the opposite line, “Who is this?”
“Oh, pardon me. I’m so nervous and dazed I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Adam Lambert! So nice to be speaking to you, finally.”
The breath Nick had been holding in since his phone rang has finally relinquished itself, “Oh ‘ello there Adam. Sorry I acted so edgy at first. It’s really hard for anyone to track down my private number.”
“It’s cool. Just wanted to call and confirm our meet up tomorrow. Am I flying to England or are you following me to Los Angeles?”
“Los Angeles..” There was a chuckle on the other end, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, GOD! I’m so sorry. I’m not used to the British language and accent. How you pronounced L.A. was highly amusing.”
Nick, however, did not find it as amusing as Adam did and replied through gritted teeth, “Anyway, I will be flying to L.A. tomorrow afternoon after I bring my daughter back to my ex-wife. One of my mates lives down there, might as well visit him.”
“You mean John right?”
Nick frowned, “Yeah, John. How’d you know?”
There was a pause on the other end, Nick presumed he was blushing, “Well, I used to be a big fan of Duran Duran growing up. Had the biggest crush on John. So pretty. And have you looked at that chin? I mean, it’s so chiseled and precise. The cheekbones are to die for. I wish I had those in my early twenties.”
Nick chuckled as Adam quickly scrambled to repair the damage, “Oh! Oh! You were very pretty too! Since I wear eyeliner as well, I thought it worked well with your profile. Great hair.”
Nick progressed from a steady giggle to a full-blown belly laugh. At that moment though, Tatjana came bounding down the stairs and the shuttle honked loudly from the street across from the flat. Tatjana glared menacingly, her little tuft of bangs hanging over her eyes in a very sinister way.
“Sorry, I have to go now. Taking my daughter to the cinema. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up before Adam could respond. Tatjana sighed exasperatingly, leading the way to the car. Nick followed suit, apologising on the way.
“It’s fine, dad. Really, it is. Just wanted to spend some time with you before you ship me back to America.”
“I wish you wouldn’t say it like that. You know I only have visiting rights with you. Trust me, if I could, I would have you live with me here in England. But your mum won’t have any of it.”
She snorted, “You should hear what she says about you.”
Nick tensed and began biting his thumbnail again, not responding.
“Lets not have this conversation, alright? This is our last night together for awhile.” Tatjana simply shrugged and angled her body towards the window, looking intently out at the many shops and trees passing in a blur. Nick copied her; a strong but peaceful silence enveloped the shuttle. Only the sounds of the passing cars.
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Adam crossed his leg over the other impatiently, tapping his foot to an unknown tune in his head. It was about seven o’ clock at night and Nick was still absent from the airport. He was hoping to have a drink with him before he passed out from the jetlag. Although, as the minutes ticked on by, the wish was more likely not to happen. This saddened him for a moment. He decided as an afterthought to not put him to bed immediately. They’re meeting for the first time. It would be like picking up a slut in some bar and fucking them in the back room. That used to be Adam’s style, not anymore. And Nick is different; he’s a famous musician, photographer, and director of sorts. Still, Adam was constantly horny. Sure, he had a quickie with Tommy before arriving at the airport, but it was never enough. Maybe his logic for not putting Nick into bed instantly was because he craved more than just sex. A relationship. But Adam, he’s straight. He has been married and even has a daughter. There’s no way in hell he’ll just switch teams.
Adam was startled away from his thoughts when he heard the clacking of boots creep closer to him. He looked up to see Nick Rhodes for the first time in the flesh. He gulped back a moan as his eyes absorbed all that is Nick. From the blonde strands falling over his forehead elegantly to the sparkly black boots. Nick quirked an eyebrow as he watched Adam’s azul eyes roam over his body. It was flattering since he recently began to believe he has gained a tummy that shouldn’t be there. When Adam realized what he was involuntarily doing, he coughed and rose from the bench he had been occupying. He held out his hand in a polite manner. Nick accepted it happily and flashed him an award-winning smile. Adam melted internally, surprised that he kept his composure despite what his body was doing. Lets just say his pants have become just a teeny bit tighter than normal.
“Nick, good to see you.” Adam said cheerfully.
“Same. Do we have time to go to the studio or is it a little late?” Nick asked while fumbling blindly for his cell phone.
“It’s about 7:00 right now. We can go back to my place and have a drink, if you want.”
“That sounds nice.” Nick smiled before placing his retrieved cell phone up to his ear and saying a quiet “ ‘ Ello.”
“Hi Taji. How are you sweetie?”
Adam watched with intense fascination at how Nick talked to his daughter. His face showed clear facial expressions as if she were sitting right in front of him telling the story. He loved her immensely. Adam couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. A moment later, Nick hung up the phone reluctantly and strode back over to Adam.
“So, how about that drink.” They both smiled and headed out to Adam’s car. Nick was heading towards the driver side of the car when Adam asked in an alarming tone, “Um, aren’t you supposed to ask someone to drive their car first? Or is that a British custom I don’t know about.” Nick stopped walking for a moment. Adam swore he could hear the mechanisms working in his brain. Nick chuckled and quickly changed his walking path. He spoke, “Sorry, it’s a British custom to drive on the right side of the car. I’ve lived in England for way too long.”
Adam chuckled under his breath. Being with Nick was easy. The situation that just happened should’ve been awkward, and, instead, it was very light and amusing. He was already beginning to enjoy Nick’s company. And he has only been with him a mere fifteen minutes. Maybe he will have to rethink his decision of fucking Nick tonight. Things could play in his favor tonight if he presses the right buttons.
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“So, right after Lady Gaga performed, I was sitting in the audience and thought to myself ‘Damn Lambert, you need to step up the game! Do something cool and spontaneous!’ and then it all went downhill after that. Although, I’m sure the guy that got his face stuffed with my crotch sure didn’t complain when he got offstage.” Nick broke into a fit of giggles, his glass of Chardonnay threatening to spill at his body spasms.
“Wow, and I thought our risqué Girls on Film music video was horrible, or John being obviously high during the making of our “Arena Live” video.”
“John was high during that? Holy shit! I thought that was just how he was normally.”
Nick snorted his response and took another sip of the wine, waving it around exaggeratingly as he told Adam the story, “Nope. Our Johnny boy was an intense cocaine addict. He tends to use it to kill nerves and stage fright,” Nick paused a moment, trying to focus on a tiny water stain on the glass, “God, he would kill me if he knew we were talking about him like this. Should I call him up and invite him over?” They began to giggle again for no apparent reason. Adam was able to add in, “Doesn’t he have a wife and kids? Can’t have a drink anymore, too busy being a breeder.” Nick huffed an agreement as he took out his cell phone. He shakily scrolled through his contacts for John; he dialed and put the phone up to his ear. Adam is still cackling in the background.
“John? Hey, it’s Nick. Fancy a drink tonight?” Nick’s eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as he listened to John’s response, “Well, you don’t have to be a git about it. Just wondering,” A pause, “Yes, I do realise it’s midnight,” Nick slammed the glass down onto the coffee table, a few drops landing onto the surface, “I don’t give two fucks about Gela. You’re my best mate and I want to have a drink with you,”
Suddenly, Nick’s face dropped and paled as he sat back into the couch. Adam could hear John screaming on the other end. Nick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m sorry, John. I forgot you quit drinking. Sometimes, I still think you’re the John who was the wild child in our heyday. I miss it.” The screaming ceased on the other line; Nick chortled before saying slowly, “Okay Johnny. Yes, I do realise I’m drunk. Adam Lambert and I have been for a good three hours. He has a giant crush on you,” Nick winks at Adam, “Wants to meet you. Thought you would like to come hang out.” Nick nodded slowly, pressing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he began to aimlessly trace circles on the inside of his palm. Adam’s increase in boredom skyrocketed as Nick and John began to catch up on some current life events. Therefore, doing what he does naturally, he put on the Adam charm without actually talking. He uncrossed his legs and spread his knees just a tiny bit. His mouth goes slack to create a sensual circle. His eyes slide to sexual slits as they graze over Nick’s body. To his dismay, Nick is completely oblivious to Adam’s sudden change in posture and body language.
“Alright John, I have to go. It’s rude to ignore Adam. So, I’ll talk to you later. K bye.” Nick quietly disconnected the call and leaned back so his head was lying on the top of the couch. Still in his corporeal position, Adam began to discreetly get Nick’s attention. Nick glanced over his way, eyes heavily lidded with exhaustion.
“Can I stay here? I haven’t booked a hotel room yet, and I don’t feel like it being drunk and all.” He yawned.
“Um, yeah, sure. I only have one bedroom with a bed though.”
“I can sleep on the couch. I’ve done it tons of times.”
Adam frowned at Nick, “I can’t do that to a guest. It’s extremely rude. You’re sleeping in my room and I’ll take the couch.”
Nick half-attempted to shake his head no, “Not gonna happen Lambert. I’m dead tired. Lets just shut up and sleep in the same bed, okay?”
Adam gulped. Could this really be happening? Nick actually wanted to sleep in the same bed as Adam. Geez, turning men nowadays was a lot easier. No, Adam thought, this is not the right time. We’re both drunk. It’s a drunken fuck. I don’t want this. Nick stared at Adam curiously, as if he was pondering his existence, “You coming? Or you gonna sit like that all night.” Adam shook his head and tried to ward off any lingering sexual thoughts. Nothing was happening tonight. By the time he reached his bedroom, it became an inner mantra.
“There’s the bed. I’m warning you though, I always sleep naked. No exceptions.” Nick in a drunken slur spoke evenly, “S’fine with me. I’ve been in this band for twenty years. Simon sure is something in the morning.” Nick stopped and pondered a thought for a moment, “Just keep to your side of the bed.”
Adam blushed copiously, the heat rising into his cheeks, “Yeah, I can do that. I might be the epitome of a sex god to some people, but I can learn to control my dick.” Nick snorted his response as he stripped to his boxers, balancing on one foot as he removed his boots. “A sex god, now? Damn, I remember being called that. Now I’m the belly god.”
Adam rolled his eyes, but they instantly locked on Nick’s body afterwards. He marveled at the stark paleness of his body along with the absence of bodily hair, those thin arms and legs that held a constricting muscle or two. Adam gulped before he began his retort to Nick’s attack on his own physique, “You really wanna know who the belly god truly was?” Adam pointed to himself, a smirk playing on his lips as he too stripped off his clothes. He had to thank the heavenly being’s above that his cock was, for the most part, flaccid. Adam was just able to pull the duvet back when he heard Nick gasp from the other side.
“What?” He questioned, attempting to finish his mission to crawl under the warm blankets.
“Don’t move!” Adam stopped abruptly, staring at Nick awkwardly.
Even in the dim light emitting from the bedside lamp, Nick could make out the trails of freckles adorning Adam’s shoulders, arms, and chest. He didn’t mean for his eyes to roam so blatantly, but they had a mind of their own! When their journey landed on the main site point, he made a low whistle.
“Circumcised and hung? You’re one fucking lucky bloke.” Nick reluctantly pulled his green eyes away; it occurred to him, though, that it was one of those things that are supposed to be completely repulsive, but you just can’t stop looking at it. Adam, at this point, was at a loss for words. Nick Rhodes was complimenting his dick? And they had just barely met? Adam had to reevaluate the power he has over the human race when it comes to sexual desires.
Feeling completely uncomfortable with the awkward silence, Adam spoke delicately, “Thanks, I guess.” He slid into bed easily, giving Nick his back and pulling the duvet up to his chin. He felt the bed shift as Nick put his weight onto the other side; he suspected Nick also had his back to him.
“Goodnight Nick.”
“Goodnight Adam.”
~~~~~~~
The sun sat unpleasantly on Nick’s backside, making the bed into a too warm cocoon. He stretched his sore muscles and registered the fact he was in a pleasingly comfortable bed. He blinked rapidly a few times as last night finally flooded in. Last thing he, truly, remembered was holding a glass of Chardonnay whilst talking to Adam about his wild days as a pop star. Then it all went…blank. As his eyes began to focus on his surroundings, Adam came in with two cups of coffee.
“Coffee?”
Nick blinked again and mumbled, “Wot?”
“Coffee? Sorry, I’m not too keen on tea so you’ll have to settle with coffee.” Nick stared blankly at the intruding figure and mumbled, “Yeah, coffee. Good.”
He handed Nick the coffee silently before speaking in a teasing tone, “So, I guess hangovers aren’t your strong suit, huh? You can’t form a coherent sentence.”
Nick glared over the rim of his mug, “Sod off.”
Adam merely smirked as he took a dainty sip of the hot, brown liquid, “So, when do you want to go to the recording studio?” Nick groaned, “Or should we wait until tomorrow and not get drunk off our asses again.” Nick didn’t respond, but Adam took it as a silent agreement, either that or it meant he was offended. Nick looks so darn adorable Adam thought, letting his azul eyes absorb Nick’s ‘morning’ look with affection. A moment of comfortable silence settled itself into the atmosphere of the room, each man sipping the warm coffee as the morning sun continued to blaze into the bedroom. Nick was the first to speak, “Well, I should go book a hotel room and begin formulating some lyrics. Thanks for letting me stay, Adam. I’ll call you tomorrow so we can go to the studio.” Adam wanted to stop him, wanted to keep him buried under the blankets so he can sidle up next to him in an embrace. Of course, you don’t always get what you want. But the stubborn Adam would not allow this to happen. And, ultimately, stubborn Adam always wins, “Why in such a hurry?” It was a rhetorical question, but Nick still answered it anyway, “I’ve already overstayed my welcome,” He paused to set the mug onto the end table, “Besides, if I don’t leave now, I’ll end up falling back to sleep and not getting that hotel room booked.”
“You can stay here, if you want.” Well, if Adam didn’t already show his feelings before, he sure is now.
Nick stared at Adam for a second as he processed this new information, “I…” He looked away from Adam’s blue jewels attempting to analyze his thoughts and decisions.
“Adam, it’s a sweet gesture. It’s just….” He stopped, trying to gauge his words correctly.
“Because I’m gay.” It was blunt, and it wasn’t a question.
“No,” He replied swiftly, “I don’t give a shit about that. I…” He stopped again. He really didn’t have an excuse not to stay. At least here, he wouldn’t be lonely. Adam was good company.
“Oh bloody hell, why not?” He grinned at Adam while throwing himself out of bed. Adam smiled down at him as they came face-to-face. The height difference between them was extreme. And Adam absolutely loved looking down at a lover, having their head pressed upon his chest when holding them. Or when they cuddle in bed, just the right size for his whole body to envelope them in a nice cocoon. He could see this easily with Nick. It was more than just a fuck now; he wanted more out of him. Just in the past 24 hours, he’s never felt more attracted to a man before Nick. It’s almost as if the Universe destined this to happen; karma was coming back in the best way possible.
Nick couldn’t tear away from Adam’s gaze. It was holding him in place like gravity. This was foreign territory, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. Even after all the crazy antics in his heyday, he never slept with a man. Attraction was inevitable for a human being, regardless of gender. And he was feeling an attraction towards Adam that sent shivers down his body, creating gooseflesh. Something about the eyes that held so much passion, aptitude, and affection.
As they stood there and gazed at each other, Adam couldn’t help placing a hand to the side of Nick’s face. Even in the early morning, his beautiful features shone brightly, especially his emerald eyes. When he placed the hand there, he immediately regretted it, thinking Nick would become disgusted at his advances and storm off, but to his surprise, Nick held in place. In fact, he pushed his cheek more into Adam’s palm, relishing in the feel. Nick’s skin was as supple as baby’s skin, so soft and delicate. Adam didn’t quite know what to do now. So, he continued to hold his hand there, lightly stroking Nick’s elaborate cheekbone with his thumb.
Nick spoke barely above a whisper, “What’s happening?”
Adam answered calmly, “I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want it to end.”
“Me neither. I’m drawn to you Adam in an unexplainable way.” He admitted sheepishly.
Adam chuckled, “Oh, really? This is coming from the womanizer of the 90’s.”
“Hardly.” Nick drawled, placing his hands on Adam’s forearms. Adam took a half step forward, closing the distance between them. Nick didn’t budge, which was a good sign, “Do you want this Nick?”
Nick’s mouth went slightly slack as the words punctured his brain. His body was screaming with the need to feel Adam’s skin, his lips, his being. Although, his brain was sending slight warning signals. The ones that usually yelled, “Oy! You’re straight! You like tits! Not cock!” Damn them all he thought as he pushed himself forward and latched onto Adam’s lips. At the force of the impact, Adam stepped back and step and grabbed onto Nick’s small hips to keep them both balanced. There was a fire coursing through his veins when Nick made contact. Those beautiful pouty lips he saw in the pictures were now gliding on his own. It finally clicked in Adam’s brain that Nick initiated this first, wanted this as much as Adam did.
He held Nick closer to his frame as their lips smacked and sashayed with one another in a beautiful dance. Nick pried his hands away from Adam’s forearms to sit comfortably at the base of his neck, working the tense muscles there. Adam moaned into his mouth, kneading his hands into Nick’s blonde locks. To catch his breath, Nick reluctantly detached his lips from Adam’s. They began to stare at each other again, read each other in a way only soul mates can do. It was comforting and extremely arousing.
“I want you, so badly.” Adam breathed, eyes lidded with desire.
“You have me.” Nick breathed back huskily, pulling at Adam’s shirt. Adam groaned and pushed Nick back down onto the bed, his inner dominance kicking into overdrive. He placed both of Nick’s wrists into his hand and put them above Nick’s head. Nick shifted his head to the right to allow Adam better access to his neck. While placing soft, feathery kisses to the major vein there pulsing violently, Adam spoke, “Just so you know, I’m a top and only a top under any and all circumstances.”
Nick peeked at Adam through his peripheral vision, “What do you mean “top”?”
Adam abruptly stopped the kisses and nibbles on his neck to laugh throatily, “Boy, you are a breeder. Top means I’m usually the fucker, not the fuckee.” Nick’s eyes grew wide at the realisation he was going to be fucked by this beautiful man. Meaning, he was going to lose his virginity all over again in a completely different way. It was a whole new form of excitement. He let his eyes relax to slits as Adam continued his attack on his neck, leaving bruises in his wake. He needed to feel Adam’s skin upon his, and that wasn’t going to work with the pounds of clothes Adam has strapped to his body. He fought against Adam’s hold on his wrists to tear off the clothes. Adam clucked his tongue in disappointment, “Now Nicky, you must be patient. I will be naked when I’m done admiring your body.” Adam resumed his work on slowly torturing Nick.
Nick’s body was on fire. Every touch Adam initiated sent a fire coursing through him. Oh, this is much better than any woman I’ve slept with. Adam latched onto a nipple and teased it with a nip and a lick. Nick thrust up from the shock and desire, his erection rubbing against denim. Not a great feeling, but it was better than nothing. After thoroughly exciting the nipple into an erect peak, Adam migrated to the other, giving the other nipple the same fate, or could it be blessing? Whatever the case, Nick was in bliss. He didn’t like resorting to begging but the fate of his cock was in dangerous territory, “Adam, please.”
“Oh, begging now. I like it when you beg. I hope you do it more.” His voice was thick with lust as he kissed his way down to Nick’s groin. He dipped his tongue into his navel and played with the soft hairs right below. He smirked when they were a dark brown, almost black, color, “So, we’re not a natural blonde are we?”
Nick huffed at the loss of contact before replying impatiently, “No. Dark brown. Now, can we resume? I’m dying up here.” Adam obliged as he released his grip on Nick wrist’s to bend a finger into the waistband of his boxers. He felt Nick tense a bit and he asked reassuringly, “Are you okay?”
Nick wasn’t sure if he was okay. Yeah, sure, the kisses and licking were doable and extremely pleasant, but now he was going to expose himself completely. He was going to get head from another man. How would it feel? The same? Different? Better? Worse? These were the questions that would go unanswered unless he allowed Adam to explore. So, he nodded his head and inhaled a deep breath. Slowly, Adam removed the boxer shorts from around Nick’s waist and tossed them carelessly on the side of the bed. Adam licked his lips before nuzzling Nick’s cock with affection.
“Pretty.” He cooed, placing a soft kiss to the tip. Nick inhaled a sharp breath at the contact, grasping the sheets tightly. Adam was being dangerously slow with Nick on purpose; he does this with every virgin he comes across. He wanted them to feel the best pleasure they’ve ever had, nothing fast and rough. He liked taking his time in exploring, bringing them slowly into the depths of ecstasy.
Adam pulled his lips back over his teeth before dipping down to encompass the head. His cheeks sunk in slightly as he deliberately sucked. He heard Nick moan above him, a low, needy moan. Adam grabbed the base as he took him the rest of the way. He stopped to look at Nick through his eyelashes. He was beautiful at that moment. His eyes turned a dark green color from the lust and desire; his mouth slightly agape, and his breath leisured. He rose again to continue his work on Nick’s cock. He placed the hand that wasn’t holding the base of his cock on Nick’s balls and began massaging them delicately. Everything fit perfectly, in his mouth and in his hand; it was as if Nick’s manhood was made for Adam and Adam alone.
Nick couldn’t think. Hell, what is thinking anyway in this situation? His brain, at the moment, was only programmed to feel and make noises escape from his vocal chords. This sinful things Adam was doing to him was intense. He wanted it to last forever, but it was inevitable that it wouldn’t. So, he reluctantly made a noise to warn Adam he was close. Adam got the message and made a wet pop sound as he released him. Adam crawled back up Nick’s body to capture his lips in a wet kiss. Adam will never forget how smooth and plump those lips are, best lips he’s ever kissed. They kissed like that for a moment with Nick fumbling blindly at the buttons on Adam’s jacket.
Adam murmured against Nick’s lips, “Still so impatient.” Nick grunted his discontent. Granted, Adam was now sporting a raging hard-on and this whole “going slow” thing was starting to wear thin. But, he always was the guy that cared more about someone else than himself.
He stole another kiss from Nick before finishing the job of undoing the buttons on his shirt. He slipped it off casually as he straddled Nick’s legs. Nick ran his hands up and down Adam’s chest, feeling the fine, dark hairs growing there, the slight muscle there too. Too beautiful he thought as his hands landed over Adam’s throbbing cock.
“Want.” He says hoarsely, tugging at the belt. Adam smirked and began removing his jeans. He had a feeling something was going to happen today, so when he dressed, he decided to go commando. So, it surprised Nick when Adam’s cock came bounding out excitedly, moist from the pre cum. Nick, at that point, blanked out. He completely went submissive under Adam, giving him that trust. Adam haphazardly tossed the denims onto the floor and placed his forearms on either side of Nick’s head, staring intently into his eyes. He thrust slowly as their cocks rubbed together to create beautiful friction. Adam leant forward and kissed him, continuing the slow rhythm of their cocks.
“God Nick, I need to be inside of you.” Nick’s breath only faltered a tiny bit. He was more excited than scared at the prospect of having a penis inserted into his arse. He knew it would hurt at first, but then the pleasure would be mind-blowing. He wanted it; he craved it.
“I’m open for you Adam. I’m ready.”
Adam chuckled, “Not yet, sweetie. I still need to prep you.”
Nick opened his eyes, confused, “Prep?”
Adam found this highly amusing as he shuffled through the bedside table, “Yeah, prep. I can’t just barge in there. It would feel like I was splitting you in half. It’s definitely not like a woman, from what I’ve been told.” He succeeded in finding the tiny bottle of lube and a condom deep within the confines of the table and proceeded applying a generous amount of said lube to a finger, “First, we need to make you slick,” He elaborated by placing his finger at the entrance of Nick’s anus, “Open you up enough so it hurts less.”
It felt good. There was a slight twinge of pain at first, but it subsided as quickly as it came. Adam probed deeply, feeling out for his prostate. When he found it, Nick made the most adorable squeak, “Oh. That felt really good.” Adam laughed, continuing to thrust in and out of Nick, “Just wait until I get inside.” Nick moaned his response, reaching out to grab his cock, which Adam slapped him away, “Uh uh, no touchy. Only I can pleasure you tonight.”
Nick breathed in harshly as Adam placed a second finger inside, continuing his leisure thrusts, “You okay?”
“More than okay. I need you, Adam. Please.” Nick begged, lifting his head up to plead with his eyes. Adam grinned as he removed his fingers. He grabbed the condom and handed it to Nick, “Put it on me.”
Nick nodded as he slowly sat up, feeling every muscle and bone in him crack and contort. He tore open the package with his teeth and rolled the condom onto Adam’s throbbing dick. Feeling extremely confident, he gave it a few strokes afterwards, teasing the tip with his thumb. Adam bit his bottom lip before pushing Nick back down onto the bed. He spread Nick’s knees apart and pushed them back. Since there was a significant height difference, Adam had to improvise with a pillow under Nick’s hips to line him up easier. He snatched the bottle of lube and applied the rest of it onto his dick, giving it a few strokes.
“You ready?” Adam inquired.
“I’ve been ready.” Nick snapped impatiently, gripping the bed sheets tightly. Adam smiled as he entered Nick, the sphincter muscle attempting to repel him.
“I need you to relax, Nick.” Nick relaxed and wrapped his legs around Adam’s waist, pushing down to allow him inside.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, you feel amazing. Fuck.” A slur of cuss words erupted from Adam when he was all the way inside Nick, “So tight. Amazing.” Nick reached up and pulled Adam’s face to his to kiss him long and deep. Adam began to thrust in and out of him slowly, relishing in the tightness. He rocked into Nick as they created a rhythm. It was a beautiful sight if anyone could be a fly on the wall. Both bodies sweating and kissing in heated passion. Nick’s erection trapped between Adam’s belly as it was given delicious friction. Adam changed his angle just enough to continuously rub against Nick’s prostate. This elected a scream from Nick as the pleasure rushed through him. Adam forced his eyes to stay open as he watched Nick’s orgasm roll through him. His emerald eyes shut tightly as he moaned Adam’s name, his fingernails burying into Adam’s back. Adam couldn’t hold out any longer from Nick clenching around him; his orgasm rushed through him a few seconds later. He collapsed next to Nick, sidling up next to him to lick away the droplets of sweat forming on his neck.
They stayed like that for quite awhile. Adam spooning Nick from behind, his arm around his waist and the other lazily stroking the blonde locks. It was Nick who spoke first, “Wow.”
“I think “wow” is an understatement. It was for me.” Adam admitted, nibbling the side of Nick’s neck.
“Yeah. You are an amazing lover. I’m thoroughly impressed.” Nick sighed happily, cuddling himself deeper towards Adam.
“Oh am I? Thank you, I’d like to think I am pretty amazing.”
“Oy! Don’t let the ego take over now. I had to deal with John’s for years.” Nick chuckled, pinching Adam’s butt.
“Hey now, that’s teasing. I guess this would be a great time to tell you that I have an extensive amount of stamina. Just call me the Energizer Bunny.”
Nick laughed, but declined politely, “I guess this would be a great time to tell you as well, I never get up before eleven o’ clock. I should be asleep.”
Adam pouted, the arm that was around his waist now gradually moving south, “Are you sure about that?”
Nick grabbed the sneaky hand and placed it in his own, rubbing his thumb over the top, “Sleep.” He yawned and buried himself deeper into the pillows. Adam made a contented sigh as he kissed the top of Nick’s head. He was happy. Although, there was still one question he was burning to ask, “Nick?”
Nick mumbled a sleepy, “Wot?”
“Are you staying?”
“Always, Adam.”
At that, Adam sighed and felt sleep overtake him. This is what he craved, what he wanted. And he now had it. He can’t wait to begin their work in the studio. Let the fandoms rejoice at new music and a new relationship.