The end of the ficlets! (second Kradam edition)
LAST batch of AI ficlets for charity, originally requested/posted here and here. This it is now. Finis. Well, there are still actual stories to come, but as far as ficlets go, I am done.
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Adam/Kris. 966 words. NC-17. For mrsfjl66.
When it's right, it's right
Prompt: Domestic!Kradam Kris topping from the bottom.
Kris takes Adam's hand and pulls him up from the pool chair, his skin warm from the sun, freckled even more than it usually is. And Kris knows his skin well enough to notice the difference. He even runs his fingertips over Adam's shoulder, tracing the new patterns there.
"Come on," he says, his swim trunks tenting noticeably to anyone who's looking. Which he hopes is limited to Adam. "Time to come in."
Adam doesn't argue, but he smirks at Kris as he's led inside. "Are you sure?" he says. "We could do it out in the sunshine."
"I have a phobia of telephoto lenses," says Kris, drawing him through the patio doors and then up the stairs to their bedroom. The blinds are closed, but the skylight offers them plenty of light, sunbeams striping the bed. "And I'm not giving up my afternoon sex."
"That's because you're completely spoiled," says Adam, undoing the drawstring and stepping out of his shorts, leaving them on the bedroom carpet.
"I'll show you spoiled," says Kris, placing one hand in the middle of Adam's chest and pushing him towards the bed. His skin is still sun-warm but pale, from the sunscreen Kris took his time slathering all over him before spending the afternoon by the pool. "If I'm spoiled, it's all your fault."
It's only when Kris says it that Adam doesn't flinch, and he knows it's because Adam sometimes feels guilty that some people think it's his fault Kris is here in this relationship with him at all. When Kris says it, it's not an accusation, it's a thank you.
He follows it up by straddling Adam on the bed and resting both hands on his chest, holding him there more through mutual desire than any kind of pressure. His hands move over Adam's hardening nipples, his collarbones, his freckled shoulders and then down his arms to grasp both wrists, then he tugs and rolls, bringing Adam over on top of him and holding him there.
"I'm not feeling lazy," he says, licking at Adam's throat. "Do it hard today. Let me wrap my legs around you and do it hard."
From the catch in Adam's breath and the twitch of his cock against Kris's hip, he thinks it's definitely not something Adam's unwilling to do.
"Just gimme a--" Kris lets go so Adam can grab what he needs, spreading his legs, lifting his knees, and stroking his cock in a gentle easy motion. Not to get anywhere too fast, just to have a little fun while he waits.
He wraps a leg around Adam's back as soon as he returns, drawing him in closer and exactly where Kris wants him. "You can finger me later," he says, then licks the tip of Adam's nose.
Adam grins at him then when Kris slackens his leg Adam lifts it over his shoulder and lines himself up. "Are you sure you don't want me to--"
"No, now," says Kris, pushing his other heel down against the bed to push his hips towards Adam's cock. "It'll be great."
Fucking hard in the sunlight, shaking the bed and making the dresser mirror tremble. Wrapping himself around Adam and having Adam in him and on him...he can't think of anything better than that right now.
Adam tries to push in slowly but Kris grabs hold of the back of his neck and squeezes, and Adam exhales in a rush and pushes all the way inside. Kris takes a moment to let the pleasant ache throb through him, to let Adam catch his breath, then rocks his hips up again.
"Hard," he says again, letting his other hand sprawl above his head and looking - he knows for a fact - completely irresistible to Adam.
"Fuck I love you," Adam says, and touches Kris's cheek gently before he starts thrusting inside him, hard and short at first, rough jerks of his hips that drive him in deep. Kris likes it deep.
"A little more," says Kris, licking his lips and meeting Adam's eyes in a moment when Adam lifts his head. "Just...a little more."
More could mean so many things but Adam gets him, Adam always gets him, and he always did. He curls his hand around Kris's neck and brushes his thumb along Kris's jaw and thrusts a little more steadily, still deep, still hard, still enough to rock Kris back on his shoulders. Kris adjusts his hips and reaches to get a handful of Adam's ass to pull him up a little and then there, that really hits the spot.
"All right," he says, letting his arm fall back again and letting his eyes flutter closed. "Like that. Just like that."
Like that all the way to the finish which comes about a minute after Adam grabs hold of Kris's cock and jerks it in time with his thrusts. Kris likes coming while Adam is still inside him, likes the way his muscles tense and clamp down on him, the feeling of connection, of fullness. Adam always stills, his hips shaking and tense, and Kris likes that too.
Then, when Kris begins to relax, Adam starts moving again, hard and fast and panting so hard they're almost moans. There's this thing he does with his hips right before he comes, a sort of a sway, and as soon as Kris sees it he pulls Adam's head down to his and kisses him through the orgasm.
"You are spoiled," says Adam a few moments later, pushing Kris's hair off his forehead with his palm and kissing him one more time before pulling out and letting Kris's legs fall to the bed again.
"You bet I am," says Kris, stretching out smug and satisfied, waiting for Adam to come back to bed.
Adam/Kris. 1394 words. NC-17. For vaguelycoherent.
Sexy Back
Prompt: Adam jerks off kris in front of a floor length mirror. kris is basically sitting in adam's lap the entire time.
"Hey," says Adam as Kris is leaning towards the bathroom mirror, ruffling his own hair with a bit of a frown on his face. He hooks a finger through Kris's waistband and tugs him backwards, flush against him. "You've been in here for half an hour."
"You're not really one to talk," Kris points out, looking back over his shoulder and giving Adam a little smile. He tries to reach for his nearby t-shirt but Adam stops him. "It's cold."
"No it's not," says Adam, "you just don't want to tempt me by looking all sexy." Kris blushes and looks down at the bathroom sink, shaking his head, and Adam is just having none of that. "Come here, come with me."
"What, where?" says Kris, stumbling a little as Adam tugs him backwards by the pants, towards the door. "I'm not finished in here."
"You were finished in here twenty minutes ago," says Adam with certainty, "and you've spent the rest of the time doing I don't know what. Making faces at yourself in the mirror, maybe."
"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," admits Kris, looking chagrined now. "My sexy face looks the same as it did when I was five years old making kissy faces at my family."
"Yeah, no," says Adam, directing him right across the room to the floor length mirror. "This ends here and now, because that's the craziest thing I've ever heard."
"Come on, you know it's true," says Kris, shaking his head. "I'm like a little kid next to you."
"No," says Adam, and to him it really is as simple as that. It's like Kris hasn't ever even looked at himself, and maybe he really hasn't. Maybe it hasn't occurred to him to look at the right times. "All right, strip, we're going to take care of this."
"Uh," says Kris uncertainly, but Adam stands firm, and after a few long moments of silence Kris gives in and drops his pyjama pants, kicking them aside and looking at Adam.
"You just don't get it," says Adam. "You look sexy when you feel sexy. You look sexy when you're playing piano. You look sexy when you're singing. You look sexy when you look at me. You don't try to look sexy, you just are sexy. You don't need to think about it so hard."
It's clear from the expression on Kris's face that he isn't buying it. "I think I'm the wholesome type, not the sexy type," he insists. "I'm okay with that. I can do wholesome."
"Oh, clearly you've never looked at yourself at the right time," says Adam. He knows Kris well enough now to know that wholesome, when applied to him, is a very deceptive term. And he knows Kris knows it too. "Turn around."
"Turn around where?" says Kris, and Adam takes his shoulders and turns him around so he's facing the mirror. "Oh, come on, seriously?"
"Trust me," says Adam, leaning down to kiss his shoulder. "Just trust me on this. There is nothing not sexy about the body you're looking at right now."
Maybe Kris thinks that Adam won't notice his eyes skirting over to the side, but Adam's looking in the mirror too. "I know I'm good looking," says Kris, matter-of-factly and without arrogance. "I have no problem with my body. I work pretty hard at it."
"And yet somehow you missed the memo that you're sexy as hell," says Adam. "Come on, look. Look at yourself the way I see you." Kris's nose scrunches up and he half smiles in embarrassment and sure, he looks cute like that, but if that's how he looks at himself in the mirror every day then he just doesn't know what he's missing.
His hands move down from Kris's shoulders to his hips and he rocks them gently, trying to get Kris to loosen up. "Do you feel sexy?"
"I feel a little ridiculous, actually," says Kris. "Am I supposed to feel sexy when I'm naked and you're handling me like a rag doll?"
His hands don't leave Kris's body, but they do slide around it, one going to press flat against Kris's stomach, just above his groin, and the other sliding up to his chest. "How about now?"
"I think you look sexy, if that counts for anything," says Kris, but at least he's looking. Adam has him where he wants him. He rubs a palm over one of Kris's nipples then reaches down to handle his half-hard cock, stroking it gently and surely until it hardens in his hand.
"And now?"
"Whoa, hey," says Kris, reaching to try to pull Adam's hand off. "This is...we're in front of a mirror, Adam. I can't--"
"I'm pretty sure you can," says Adam, pinching his nipple. "Look, Kris. Just look."
Adam doesn't know what Kris is seeing when he looks, but he's not making cute faces this time, he's just looking, meeting his own eyes in the mirror and then Adam's. Adam's hard against Kris's back now and he knows that Kris knows it, and if that doesn't tell Kris just how damn sexy he looks, Adam isn't sure what will.
Now that he's started this he has no intention of stopping, but he's also not going to do this standing up, and hooking his foot around the leg of the nearby desk chair, he yanks it over behind him, sitting down and pulling Kris into his lap.
Kris gasps but he doesn't stumble, his body sliding and bending smoothly, bracing himself with one leg on either side of Adam's. Already he looks looser with his legs open, his hips wide and his back arching against Adam's shoulder.
"Look," Adam says again, and refuses to touch Kris's cock again until he does. His flush is definitely part embarrassment and part arousal, but his eyes are wide as he takes the scene in, and his lips are parted and shiny wet, and this is what Adam is trying to get him to see. This is who Kris is when he's not thinking about it.
Adam begins to stroke him slowly, and Kris squirms in his lap as he does, grinding against Adam's cock till he's got a wet patch on his pants and a flush up his own neck. Kris only looks away again once, and Adam doesn't stop jerking him off this time, just reaches up and turns Kris's face back in the right direction and leaves his hand there against Kris's cheek as they both watch his expressions in the mirror.
Kris's toes are pushing against the floor as he grinds back against Adam with more intent, rocking into his hand and then back against his cock over and over again, losing a little more self-consciousness every time he does it. By the time he's panting and sweating and throwing his arms back to grasp at the chair, or anything he can reach, Adam's not even sure he remembers what he was uptight about in the first place.
Kris isn't looking at himself anymore when he finally comes, but Adam figures by then he's gotten the point.
Adam, though, Adam is still looking. Adam sees the way Kris's mouth falls open even further, the way his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back, the way his hands open and close like he wants to grab hold of something but can't. Watches the way his own hand pumps Kris's cock till it spurts up onto his abdomen and spills over his knuckles.
And Kris keeps moving, keeps squirming in his lap, keeps rocking against him, until Adam can't take it anymore. He lets go of Kris's spent cock and grabs his hips and holds him right against his cock while he comes in his pants with a shudder and a sigh.
"Okay, now I feel a little sexy," says Kris, still panting between his words. Adam reaches up and tilts Kris's chin down and makes him look again, makes him see what he looks like right now, flushed and wrecked and sexy as hell.
"Remember what you're feeling right now," says Adam, "and stop thinking so hard. This is sexy."
"Maybe a little too sexy," says Kris, but he laughs softly and leans his head back against Adam's shoulder, and Adam definitely thinks sexy isn't something he needs to worry about anymore.
Adam/Kris. 966 words. NC-17. For mcwicca. Contains: biting.
Marked
Prompt: Adam/Kris, Adam accidentally discovers Kris really likes to be bitten.
They aren't even in bed when it happens. It's in the dressing room after a show and Adam playfully pretends to bite him on the neck from behind and Kris shivers - shivers - under his hands. A moment later Adam lets go and neither one of them says anything about it, but he remembers.
The next time it's more deliberate. They're on the bus, exhausted but too wound up to sleep just yet, and while the rest of the guys are setting up a movie, some brainless comedy Adam's sure, Kris is tracking down something to eat. Adam is sitting at the edge of the bench, cheek resting against Kris's arm in the tight space, then he turns his head and sinks his teeth in lightly.
Kris gasps softly and almost loses his grip on his apple, and suddenly does anything but look back at Adam. "Huh," Adam says finally. "So it wasn't just a fluke."
"Probably not the time or the place," Kris manages to get out after a moment, then moves just far enough away that Adam can't do it again. "You want an apple?"
"Sure," says Adam, tilting his chin to look up at him. "You can watch me bite into it."
From the look on his face Kris hadn't thought about it quite that way before, and after this would never see it any other way again.
It's two more cities before they actually get any time alone that's not packed with performances or fans or late-night phone interviews that make him resent being on the east coast, just a little bit. Adam follows Kris into his room and closes the door and then leans against it, hands behind his back, looking for a signal.
"If you don't get over here now," Kris says finally, "We'll be in another state before we get another chance."
There's definitely no ambiguity about that, and Adam pushes himself off the door with his fingertips, crossing the room and reaching to unbutton Kris's shirt before he can do it himself. He only gets halfway before he's pulling it open to expose the crook of Kris's neck, then leaning in and biting gently as he wraps an arm around Kris's waist.
Kris hisses like he's trying to hold in a dozen other, louder, reactions, and arches into Adam's embrace. It's not a surprise he's already hard. Adam's been hard for half an hour just thinking about stealing this moment, and it's really starting to become a desperate situation on his part. It's hard to take it slow.
"Don't worry," he says as he finally lifts his head again to unbutton the rest of Kris's shirt. "I won't leave marks."
It's a sincere promise until Kris's breathing catches and he says, "You can leave marks. I'll cover them up."
And then yes, okay, there will be marks. There will be marks on the backs of Kris's shoulders and the insides of his thighs and anywhere else Adam thinks he might get away with it. He pulls Kris's shirt off his shoulders and dares to go for his pecs low and to the side where his shirt will still cover it even if he leaves it unbuttoned low.
Kris's breath catches again and that's it, Adam lets go long enough to shed clothes all over the floor and push Kris towards the bed, because right now he wants to sink his teeth into that ass and damned if he's getting on his knees to do it. But not before he takes in the sight of Kris naked and sprawled on his bed, messing the covers and looking half debauched before he even gets started.
He starts at the back of Kris's thigh, tiny little nips angling inwards as he spreads Kris's legs. Then he moves up the curve of his perfect ass, leaving a mark near the top of his left cheek while his fingers tip in to press gently at his hole, tiny circular motions as he sinks his teeth in. Kris actually shakes, moaning into the pillow and wrapping his arms around it, clutching it close.
Then Adam licks up his spine, little dancing motions with his tongue, until he reaches the broad muscles of his shoulders, sinking his teeth in again as he gropes for the lube and sliding his fingers inside as soon as he can. Kris pushes back against him, but not so hard that he dislodges Adam's mouth from him.
"Oh, I need to fuck you right now," says Adam, and he definitely gets no argument from Kris as he positions himself properly between his legs, just a slight whimper as he has to lift his head to get himself ready. When he finally pushes inside, slow and smooth, the whimper turns into a soft, heartfelt sigh. And then into a moan again as Adam carefully leans back in to sink his teeth into his shoulder again.
They fuck hard, slamming against one another, gasping and grinding and shaking the bed. Adam leaves a ring of teeth marks on the back of his shoulder, then stretches up to the back of his neck and clamps down there as well. Kris comes almost as soon as he does, and Adam hangs on for a few more thrusts until he follows, only letting go when he has to stop and lift his head to catch his breath.
Kris is practically boneless beneath him as Adam finally pulls out, and his smile is so beautiful and peaceful that it's almost unreal.
The mark on the back of his neck is a vivid red, clearly a bite, and Adam figures a make-up lesson is in order before morning. Or maybe Kris already knows how to take care of that. After all, he's just full of surprises.
Adam/Kris. 1115 words. NC-17. For mcwicca.
Insatiable
Prompt: Adam ushers Kris into the happy world of gay sexin' and now Kris can't get enough of it (and Adam), slut!Kris.
"You look tired," says Matt and for just one brief moment Adam thinks he's talking to Kris, but no, Matt's looking right at him when he says it. Kris, of course, is completely alert, downing a soda and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
No wonder Adam's tired.
"Just haven't been sleeping a whole lot," says Adam and trusts that Matt will know how it is. That they all know how it is these days, too much to do in too little time and even when you've got some downtime you're too wound up to sleep. That's not why Adam hasn't been sleeping a lot, actually, but it makes a convenient excuse.
"Hey Adam, I lost one of my bracelets somewhere," says Kris, pressing right up to his side. "Do you think you could help me take a look?"
"Is it in your pocket again?"
"No," says Kris, giving him a smug little smile. "You weren't busy, were you? I'm not interrupting anything?"
Adam could try to use Matt as an excuse, but the truth is that tired as he might be, he doesn't want an excuse. "Nothing important," he says, and gives Matt a nod as he follows Kris back out of the dressing room, hands in his pockets and shuffling a little in a counterpoint to Kris's eager bounce.
"We're going to get caught."
"No we're not," says Kris, with the confidence of someone who hasn't spent years worrying about it. "Girls' dressing room is empty. They're hanging out with the band."
Oh, that's a terrible idea. A terrible, terrible, wonderful idea with couches instead of bathroom stalls and carpet instead of concrete. Adam's knees will thank him later. Kris's knees are apparently as indestructible as the rest of him.
"You know, you can tell me if you're on speed," says Adam. "I won't tell anyone el--"
He's shut up by Kris's mouth on his, and so much for the nice empty leather sofa waiting for them because apparently Kris wants to have him right here by the door. "I thought we agreed that I shouldn't fuck you right before a show."
"Oh, you don't have to do that," says Kris cheerfully, lips rosy and wet now as he takes a step back. "I can just blow you or you can blow me, or you can just finger me if you want, you know that'll get us off quickly."
Kris Allen is going to be the death of him.
"Let's cut down on the clean-up time and not go for option number three," he says, reaching for Kris's belt. And the guy dares to actually look disappointed until Adam adds, "I promise to fuck you afterwards, okay? When that self-satisfied little swagger of yours won't give you away on stage."
"I thought that part went without saying," says Kris, reaching for Adam's belt and using it to draw him onto the sofa. "We can do intermission tonight too, I found a place."
"I've created a monster," says Adam, letting Kris yank his pants down to mid-thigh and mouth at his neck. "No marks!"
"I'm not stupid," says Kris, and instead of a mark he leaves a broad wet spot. "I think we need to revisit the decision not to...you know...before a show."
"Kris, you can tell when you've just been fucked," says Adam, finding it hard to string words together now that Kris has pushed his shirt up and is mouthing down his stomach. "Are you listening to me?"
"No," says Kris, taking the head of Adam's cock into his mouth and sucking at it gently. Adam's eyes roll back and suddenly it matters a little less whether or not Kris is paying attention to Adam's very well reasoned objections. He even almost misses it when Kris opens his own pants to stroke his cock, then moves his fingers back between his cheeks to press at his hole.
"Kris, no," says Adam, reaching for his arm and tugging it back as soon as he notices. "Come on, you're killing me here. Turn around and I'll suck you off too." This is apparently an acceptable compromise, and Kris leaves his mouth on Adam's cock as he swivels himself around on the sofa to straddle his head. "God, it's like you just discovered sex or something."
Kris pops his mouth off for just long enough to say, softly, "I did," then goes back to sucking him, not deep but firmly, and with lots of tongue. Either of those things on its own would've been enough to shut Adam up; together they make his heart and his gut clench, his breath catch.
He runs his hands over Kris's still clothed knees then licks at his cock, down the entire length, around the head and everywhere. And because he knows how much Kris really does like things in his ass - a wonderful revelation for both of them - he presses two fingers there as he swallows him down. Kris's rhythm on his cock stutters, but only for a moment before he's sucking at him again, bobbing his head and rocking his hips a little into Adam's mouth.
Neither one of them needs to point out that they don't have a lot of time here. The girls could come back at any moment, someone could come looking for them, anyone could come in. Which is probably more of a turn-on than it should be; in their profession, having a kink for getting caught isn't all that bright.
It's working for him now, though, and the closer he gets to orgasm, the deeper he takes Kris's cock until they're as close and as deep as they can possibly be in this position. There's no way to warn him he's coming other than gripping him a little harder, making impossible to understand noises from his throat, but it doesn't matter. Kris likes to swallow now, and Adam always did.
He moves his hands back to Kris's hips and squeezes him gently before they untangle themselves and pull their pants back up, quickly and efficiently like they've learned to. It's not like everyone doesn't know what they're doing, especially anyone who shares the bus with them, but they don't need to see it.
"So, intermission?" says Kris, straightening his shirt and then pulling Adam in for a long, long kiss that prevents him from answering. Not that his answer isn't always yes, as long as his body is still physically capable of keeping up.
"Intermission," Adam promises him when he can, and fuck getting some rest. As long as Kris wants him as much as he does, Adam is going to enjoy it as often as he can.
Adam/Kris. 1267 words. NC-17. For mcwicca.
Yet So Far
Prompt: Kris is really, really, irrationally pissed off after yet another fight with Katy (possible divorce phone call). He throws his phone into a mirror or something just as Adam walks in. Kris, totally wrecked, sees Adam and just loses it. He can't fight his intense attraction to him anymore, and desperate, emotional, angry, fucking occurs. Bonus points if Kris turns into a total, greedy bottom, using Adam to fuck away all his anger and angst. The more desperate Kris is for Adam, the better.
No one ever said it to his face, of course, but Kris knows everyone always thought it would be him, that it would be his fault, which is why Kris always knew his marriage would be fine. Because no matter what temptation was laid in front of him - and Adam Lambert was one giant temptation - Kris knew that he was strong enough not to cheat.
He was half right. He was strong enough not to cheat, but his marriage wasn't fine.
He actually hates that no one did cheat, because he wants to feel righteously angry, or at least guilty, not full of pent-up frustration just waiting to lash out. He snaps at Katy because she is the one who decided to end things, she is the one who decided that he was too absent from her life for them to fix things, she made this decision and Kris didn't have a say in it anymore.
"Fine," he says, cutting off her last sentence about division of assets and lawyers and things he has no interest in hearing right now. "Fine. My people can talk to your people. Fine."
He ends the call before she can answer, curling his fist around the phone as best as he can then hurling it across the room. Inches, it turns out, from Adam's head.
"Is everything okay?" he says, and Kris almost laughs because no, everything is not okay, and the flying phone of death was probably his first clue. It sits where it landed with a heartfelt crack, just in front of the closet door, and he doesn't care if he's done permanent damage. He never wants to hear it again.
He opens his mouth to actually answer the question but Adam is standing there looking perfectly everything, and in the end Kris just says, "Fuck it."
And while Adam's looking even more shocked at his language than the iPhone he launched, Kris closes the distance between them, grabs a fistful of Adam's shirt and kisses him in all the ways he's been resisting for the past two years.
"Kris," Adam protests, trying to push him away, but not before he kisses Kris back just as hard. "You don't want this."
"Oh, you have no idea how much I want this," he says. "You have no idea, Adam, because I haven't been able to tell you and now there's no reason - no reason - not to."
"But Katy..." Adam says weakly before Kris kisses him again, yanking him closer, as close as they can get with their clothes on. But Katy nothing, Katy is not an issue here, maybe tomorrow Kris can deal with the Katy situation in a rational, level-headed way but tonight he cannot, and he will not.
Tonight he has this.
"There's no Katy," he says, the words harsher than he means them to be. Later he might regret them, but right now it's how he feels, even if it's a lie. Katy is here, and she's in everything he does right now, even if he doesn't mean her to be. "It's done."
"Oh," says Adam, and Kris can see he's still struggling with this decision, struggling with whether he should be a friend or a fuck right now. He doesn't see that he can be both.
"Please, Adam," says Kris, every bit of his frustration and desperation in his voice, and those two words turn out to be all it takes to get Adam on board with this. Adam tries to take Kris onto the bed but Kris turns it back around on him, he's the one to pull their clothes off, he's the one who runs his hands over warm, freckled skin, sinking his fingers in and clutching tight as he pushes him over onto the bed.
"Do you know what you want?" says Adam seriously, like it's his job to make sure Kris won't have any regrets.
"I know I want to ride you till we both see stars," says Kris, as blunt as he can actually say it, because it's so much easier to just do what he wants, to just do. "As long as you want that too, I think we're fine."
Adam inhales sharply through his nose and nods his head. "There's a condom in my wallet," he says, probably assuming that Kris doesn't carry them anymore. Which he's completely right about. Kris fishes it out and rolls it on him, and is grateful that Adam already turned him on to the joys of using real lube for masturbation. "Have you ever...?"
"Quiet now," says Kris, and sure he's fingered himself but no, he's never, and he doesn't care. He just wants this, he wants what he's been denying himself for so long because he was trying to save something that apparently was already beyond saving.
It hurts a little, and he's not quite ready for it, but Kris sinks down onto Adam steadily anyway, and watches Adam watch him with a kind of awe, like he can't believe this is really happening to him. But he'd better believe it, because Kris has been waiting for too long for this not to be real now. Adam very carefully doesn't move until Kris finally settles on him, until Kris moves. That seems to be the green light for Adam to get his hands on Kris's hips, to start pushing up into him.
It's not like anything Kris has ever had before and he wants it, he wants it hard and fast and a little raw, moving maybe a little more roughly than he should, panting and gasping and scratching his nails across his own chest, catching both nipples with a sharp jolt of arousal. He reaches for his cock but Adam gets there first, wrapping his large hand around it and jerking steadily even as he fucks him.
"Better this way," he says, and doesn't add that he wants Kris's first time to be good, but Kris knows him well enough to know that's what he's thinking.
It doesn't take long after that. Kris moves in just the right way that Adam starts rubbing just right against something inside him, and his hand is warm and steady and big, and Kris comes very suddenly, with a cry that doesn't even sound like his own voice.
Adam's hand returns to his hip and he grips him hard as he drives into him, moving more now that Kris has slowed down almost to a stop, and his mouth drops open in a silent O as he comes. Comes inside him, and though Kris can't feel it just the thought of it is a revelation.
"Oh God," he says a few moments later, the ache of the sex and the phone call and this whole messed up situation starting to sink into him. He very awkwardly and carefully climbs off, and doesn't let Adam hold him even though Adam oh so obviously wants to. And even though Kris wants him to.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," says Kris, because no regrets. "No."
"Something in between?"
"Can we talk about this tomorrow?" says Kris, because there's no way he's finding the words or the desire to do this right now.
"Can I stay?"
"Yes," says Kris.
The question didn't even need to be asked. Yes, he can stay. Yes, he can always stay. When it comes to Adam, the answer is yes, yes, yes, yes and yes. And tomorrow Kris can tell him that, but tonight they lie in silence, so close to what they want but still some distance left to go.
Adam/Kris. 655 words. NC-17. For sarashina_nikki.
Of A Type
Prompt: Adam being very dominant and toppy and ~grabby over Kris, and Kris being surprised how much he enjoys it.
Kris knows he's Adam's type. Even before the subject ever overtly came up, all Kris had to do was look at Adam's pictures with his exes - the ones that got leaked and the ones that Adam just showed just him - to know that Kris's build is very, very much like theirs. What Kris doesn't know is why he's Adam's type, what it is about people like him that gets Adam going.
That is until one night after they started fooling around - nothing serious, just a little kissing and groping and making out after dark - Adam turns the light out and looms over Kris, grabs hold of him and pushes him up against the wall. Kris has always been shorter than most other guys, slight despite the amount of muscle he's put on, but he's never been with a guy like this before, and never realized just how much the size difference matters.
At first he was going to ask Adam just what he's doing, but the way Adam's gripping him and holding him and gazing down at him with that smoldering look, Kris knows just what he's doing, and he doesn't have a problem with it. Boy does he not have a problem with it.
Adam's eyes search his, and the moment he realizes that Kris is into this he manhandles him down onto the closest bed - Kris's, just by chance - pushes him onto his back and starts to take his shirt off, almost tearing one of the buttons off in his haste to get inside. Frankly, Kris wouldn't have cared if he had. They've never done this before, never gone this far, but as far as Kris's body is concerned, he is so, so ready for this.
"If you need me to stop," Adam says lowly, and Kris has the feeling this is going to be his only word on the subject, "then you just say so."
Kris nods and doesn't ask him to stop, and Adam tears into his pants next, yanking them off his legs and pressing Kris's shoulders down with one hand when he tries to push himself up to watch.
"You have no idea how hot you are," Adam says, licking his palm before reaching for Kris's cock, hard and flushed and already aching for it. The last time Kris remembers getting so hard so fast, he was still a teenager and still very much a virgin. "Or if you do, you play innocent pretty well."
Kris just smiles and licks his lips and doesn't try to get up again, just lets Adam pin him there and jerk him off slow and steady without so much as taking his own clothes off. There'll be time to strip him later though, Kris is sure, now that this line has been crossed, and right now he just wants to let Adam do anything he wants to him. He just wants to be taken, and that's a new and kind of weird thing for him, to have someone else take charge.
"Adam...Adam..." he says, and closes his eyes as his body starts to tighten up. God Adam's good at this, and when Kris calls his name he gets up on the bed, kneels over him and kisses him hard while his hand quickens on Kris's cock, continuing to kiss him till Kris's body jerks and he gasps into the kiss and comes all over Adam's hand.
And Adam keeps kissing him for a long time after that.
"Wow," says Kris after a few minutes, when his body starts to feel cool again. "I, uh...."
"I like being able to do that," says Adam, kissing him one more time.
"I like that you like being able to do that," says Kris, grinning up at him, and wonders what it would be like to have Adam fuck him up against a wall.
He'll bet he gets to find out.
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Adam/Kris. 966 words. NC-17. For mrsfjl66.
When it's right, it's right
Prompt: Domestic!Kradam Kris topping from the bottom.
Kris takes Adam's hand and pulls him up from the pool chair, his skin warm from the sun, freckled even more than it usually is. And Kris knows his skin well enough to notice the difference. He even runs his fingertips over Adam's shoulder, tracing the new patterns there.
"Come on," he says, his swim trunks tenting noticeably to anyone who's looking. Which he hopes is limited to Adam. "Time to come in."
Adam doesn't argue, but he smirks at Kris as he's led inside. "Are you sure?" he says. "We could do it out in the sunshine."
"I have a phobia of telephoto lenses," says Kris, drawing him through the patio doors and then up the stairs to their bedroom. The blinds are closed, but the skylight offers them plenty of light, sunbeams striping the bed. "And I'm not giving up my afternoon sex."
"That's because you're completely spoiled," says Adam, undoing the drawstring and stepping out of his shorts, leaving them on the bedroom carpet.
"I'll show you spoiled," says Kris, placing one hand in the middle of Adam's chest and pushing him towards the bed. His skin is still sun-warm but pale, from the sunscreen Kris took his time slathering all over him before spending the afternoon by the pool. "If I'm spoiled, it's all your fault."
It's only when Kris says it that Adam doesn't flinch, and he knows it's because Adam sometimes feels guilty that some people think it's his fault Kris is here in this relationship with him at all. When Kris says it, it's not an accusation, it's a thank you.
He follows it up by straddling Adam on the bed and resting both hands on his chest, holding him there more through mutual desire than any kind of pressure. His hands move over Adam's hardening nipples, his collarbones, his freckled shoulders and then down his arms to grasp both wrists, then he tugs and rolls, bringing Adam over on top of him and holding him there.
"I'm not feeling lazy," he says, licking at Adam's throat. "Do it hard today. Let me wrap my legs around you and do it hard."
From the catch in Adam's breath and the twitch of his cock against Kris's hip, he thinks it's definitely not something Adam's unwilling to do.
"Just gimme a--" Kris lets go so Adam can grab what he needs, spreading his legs, lifting his knees, and stroking his cock in a gentle easy motion. Not to get anywhere too fast, just to have a little fun while he waits.
He wraps a leg around Adam's back as soon as he returns, drawing him in closer and exactly where Kris wants him. "You can finger me later," he says, then licks the tip of Adam's nose.
Adam grins at him then when Kris slackens his leg Adam lifts it over his shoulder and lines himself up. "Are you sure you don't want me to--"
"No, now," says Kris, pushing his other heel down against the bed to push his hips towards Adam's cock. "It'll be great."
Fucking hard in the sunlight, shaking the bed and making the dresser mirror tremble. Wrapping himself around Adam and having Adam in him and on him...he can't think of anything better than that right now.
Adam tries to push in slowly but Kris grabs hold of the back of his neck and squeezes, and Adam exhales in a rush and pushes all the way inside. Kris takes a moment to let the pleasant ache throb through him, to let Adam catch his breath, then rocks his hips up again.
"Hard," he says again, letting his other hand sprawl above his head and looking - he knows for a fact - completely irresistible to Adam.
"Fuck I love you," Adam says, and touches Kris's cheek gently before he starts thrusting inside him, hard and short at first, rough jerks of his hips that drive him in deep. Kris likes it deep.
"A little more," says Kris, licking his lips and meeting Adam's eyes in a moment when Adam lifts his head. "Just...a little more."
More could mean so many things but Adam gets him, Adam always gets him, and he always did. He curls his hand around Kris's neck and brushes his thumb along Kris's jaw and thrusts a little more steadily, still deep, still hard, still enough to rock Kris back on his shoulders. Kris adjusts his hips and reaches to get a handful of Adam's ass to pull him up a little and then there, that really hits the spot.
"All right," he says, letting his arm fall back again and letting his eyes flutter closed. "Like that. Just like that."
Like that all the way to the finish which comes about a minute after Adam grabs hold of Kris's cock and jerks it in time with his thrusts. Kris likes coming while Adam is still inside him, likes the way his muscles tense and clamp down on him, the feeling of connection, of fullness. Adam always stills, his hips shaking and tense, and Kris likes that too.
Then, when Kris begins to relax, Adam starts moving again, hard and fast and panting so hard they're almost moans. There's this thing he does with his hips right before he comes, a sort of a sway, and as soon as Kris sees it he pulls Adam's head down to his and kisses him through the orgasm.
"You are spoiled," says Adam a few moments later, pushing Kris's hair off his forehead with his palm and kissing him one more time before pulling out and letting Kris's legs fall to the bed again.
"You bet I am," says Kris, stretching out smug and satisfied, waiting for Adam to come back to bed.
Adam/Kris. 1394 words. NC-17. For vaguelycoherent.
Sexy Back
Prompt: Adam jerks off kris in front of a floor length mirror. kris is basically sitting in adam's lap the entire time.
"Hey," says Adam as Kris is leaning towards the bathroom mirror, ruffling his own hair with a bit of a frown on his face. He hooks a finger through Kris's waistband and tugs him backwards, flush against him. "You've been in here for half an hour."
"You're not really one to talk," Kris points out, looking back over his shoulder and giving Adam a little smile. He tries to reach for his nearby t-shirt but Adam stops him. "It's cold."
"No it's not," says Adam, "you just don't want to tempt me by looking all sexy." Kris blushes and looks down at the bathroom sink, shaking his head, and Adam is just having none of that. "Come here, come with me."
"What, where?" says Kris, stumbling a little as Adam tugs him backwards by the pants, towards the door. "I'm not finished in here."
"You were finished in here twenty minutes ago," says Adam with certainty, "and you've spent the rest of the time doing I don't know what. Making faces at yourself in the mirror, maybe."
"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," admits Kris, looking chagrined now. "My sexy face looks the same as it did when I was five years old making kissy faces at my family."
"Yeah, no," says Adam, directing him right across the room to the floor length mirror. "This ends here and now, because that's the craziest thing I've ever heard."
"Come on, you know it's true," says Kris, shaking his head. "I'm like a little kid next to you."
"No," says Adam, and to him it really is as simple as that. It's like Kris hasn't ever even looked at himself, and maybe he really hasn't. Maybe it hasn't occurred to him to look at the right times. "All right, strip, we're going to take care of this."
"Uh," says Kris uncertainly, but Adam stands firm, and after a few long moments of silence Kris gives in and drops his pyjama pants, kicking them aside and looking at Adam.
"You just don't get it," says Adam. "You look sexy when you feel sexy. You look sexy when you're playing piano. You look sexy when you're singing. You look sexy when you look at me. You don't try to look sexy, you just are sexy. You don't need to think about it so hard."
It's clear from the expression on Kris's face that he isn't buying it. "I think I'm the wholesome type, not the sexy type," he insists. "I'm okay with that. I can do wholesome."
"Oh, clearly you've never looked at yourself at the right time," says Adam. He knows Kris well enough now to know that wholesome, when applied to him, is a very deceptive term. And he knows Kris knows it too. "Turn around."
"Turn around where?" says Kris, and Adam takes his shoulders and turns him around so he's facing the mirror. "Oh, come on, seriously?"
"Trust me," says Adam, leaning down to kiss his shoulder. "Just trust me on this. There is nothing not sexy about the body you're looking at right now."
Maybe Kris thinks that Adam won't notice his eyes skirting over to the side, but Adam's looking in the mirror too. "I know I'm good looking," says Kris, matter-of-factly and without arrogance. "I have no problem with my body. I work pretty hard at it."
"And yet somehow you missed the memo that you're sexy as hell," says Adam. "Come on, look. Look at yourself the way I see you." Kris's nose scrunches up and he half smiles in embarrassment and sure, he looks cute like that, but if that's how he looks at himself in the mirror every day then he just doesn't know what he's missing.
His hands move down from Kris's shoulders to his hips and he rocks them gently, trying to get Kris to loosen up. "Do you feel sexy?"
"I feel a little ridiculous, actually," says Kris. "Am I supposed to feel sexy when I'm naked and you're handling me like a rag doll?"
His hands don't leave Kris's body, but they do slide around it, one going to press flat against Kris's stomach, just above his groin, and the other sliding up to his chest. "How about now?"
"I think you look sexy, if that counts for anything," says Kris, but at least he's looking. Adam has him where he wants him. He rubs a palm over one of Kris's nipples then reaches down to handle his half-hard cock, stroking it gently and surely until it hardens in his hand.
"And now?"
"Whoa, hey," says Kris, reaching to try to pull Adam's hand off. "This is...we're in front of a mirror, Adam. I can't--"
"I'm pretty sure you can," says Adam, pinching his nipple. "Look, Kris. Just look."
Adam doesn't know what Kris is seeing when he looks, but he's not making cute faces this time, he's just looking, meeting his own eyes in the mirror and then Adam's. Adam's hard against Kris's back now and he knows that Kris knows it, and if that doesn't tell Kris just how damn sexy he looks, Adam isn't sure what will.
Now that he's started this he has no intention of stopping, but he's also not going to do this standing up, and hooking his foot around the leg of the nearby desk chair, he yanks it over behind him, sitting down and pulling Kris into his lap.
Kris gasps but he doesn't stumble, his body sliding and bending smoothly, bracing himself with one leg on either side of Adam's. Already he looks looser with his legs open, his hips wide and his back arching against Adam's shoulder.
"Look," Adam says again, and refuses to touch Kris's cock again until he does. His flush is definitely part embarrassment and part arousal, but his eyes are wide as he takes the scene in, and his lips are parted and shiny wet, and this is what Adam is trying to get him to see. This is who Kris is when he's not thinking about it.
Adam begins to stroke him slowly, and Kris squirms in his lap as he does, grinding against Adam's cock till he's got a wet patch on his pants and a flush up his own neck. Kris only looks away again once, and Adam doesn't stop jerking him off this time, just reaches up and turns Kris's face back in the right direction and leaves his hand there against Kris's cheek as they both watch his expressions in the mirror.
Kris's toes are pushing against the floor as he grinds back against Adam with more intent, rocking into his hand and then back against his cock over and over again, losing a little more self-consciousness every time he does it. By the time he's panting and sweating and throwing his arms back to grasp at the chair, or anything he can reach, Adam's not even sure he remembers what he was uptight about in the first place.
Kris isn't looking at himself anymore when he finally comes, but Adam figures by then he's gotten the point.
Adam, though, Adam is still looking. Adam sees the way Kris's mouth falls open even further, the way his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back, the way his hands open and close like he wants to grab hold of something but can't. Watches the way his own hand pumps Kris's cock till it spurts up onto his abdomen and spills over his knuckles.
And Kris keeps moving, keeps squirming in his lap, keeps rocking against him, until Adam can't take it anymore. He lets go of Kris's spent cock and grabs his hips and holds him right against his cock while he comes in his pants with a shudder and a sigh.
"Okay, now I feel a little sexy," says Kris, still panting between his words. Adam reaches up and tilts Kris's chin down and makes him look again, makes him see what he looks like right now, flushed and wrecked and sexy as hell.
"Remember what you're feeling right now," says Adam, "and stop thinking so hard. This is sexy."
"Maybe a little too sexy," says Kris, but he laughs softly and leans his head back against Adam's shoulder, and Adam definitely thinks sexy isn't something he needs to worry about anymore.
Adam/Kris. 966 words. NC-17. For mcwicca. Contains: biting.
Marked
Prompt: Adam/Kris, Adam accidentally discovers Kris really likes to be bitten.
They aren't even in bed when it happens. It's in the dressing room after a show and Adam playfully pretends to bite him on the neck from behind and Kris shivers - shivers - under his hands. A moment later Adam lets go and neither one of them says anything about it, but he remembers.
The next time it's more deliberate. They're on the bus, exhausted but too wound up to sleep just yet, and while the rest of the guys are setting up a movie, some brainless comedy Adam's sure, Kris is tracking down something to eat. Adam is sitting at the edge of the bench, cheek resting against Kris's arm in the tight space, then he turns his head and sinks his teeth in lightly.
Kris gasps softly and almost loses his grip on his apple, and suddenly does anything but look back at Adam. "Huh," Adam says finally. "So it wasn't just a fluke."
"Probably not the time or the place," Kris manages to get out after a moment, then moves just far enough away that Adam can't do it again. "You want an apple?"
"Sure," says Adam, tilting his chin to look up at him. "You can watch me bite into it."
From the look on his face Kris hadn't thought about it quite that way before, and after this would never see it any other way again.
It's two more cities before they actually get any time alone that's not packed with performances or fans or late-night phone interviews that make him resent being on the east coast, just a little bit. Adam follows Kris into his room and closes the door and then leans against it, hands behind his back, looking for a signal.
"If you don't get over here now," Kris says finally, "We'll be in another state before we get another chance."
There's definitely no ambiguity about that, and Adam pushes himself off the door with his fingertips, crossing the room and reaching to unbutton Kris's shirt before he can do it himself. He only gets halfway before he's pulling it open to expose the crook of Kris's neck, then leaning in and biting gently as he wraps an arm around Kris's waist.
Kris hisses like he's trying to hold in a dozen other, louder, reactions, and arches into Adam's embrace. It's not a surprise he's already hard. Adam's been hard for half an hour just thinking about stealing this moment, and it's really starting to become a desperate situation on his part. It's hard to take it slow.
"Don't worry," he says as he finally lifts his head again to unbutton the rest of Kris's shirt. "I won't leave marks."
It's a sincere promise until Kris's breathing catches and he says, "You can leave marks. I'll cover them up."
And then yes, okay, there will be marks. There will be marks on the backs of Kris's shoulders and the insides of his thighs and anywhere else Adam thinks he might get away with it. He pulls Kris's shirt off his shoulders and dares to go for his pecs low and to the side where his shirt will still cover it even if he leaves it unbuttoned low.
Kris's breath catches again and that's it, Adam lets go long enough to shed clothes all over the floor and push Kris towards the bed, because right now he wants to sink his teeth into that ass and damned if he's getting on his knees to do it. But not before he takes in the sight of Kris naked and sprawled on his bed, messing the covers and looking half debauched before he even gets started.
He starts at the back of Kris's thigh, tiny little nips angling inwards as he spreads Kris's legs. Then he moves up the curve of his perfect ass, leaving a mark near the top of his left cheek while his fingers tip in to press gently at his hole, tiny circular motions as he sinks his teeth in. Kris actually shakes, moaning into the pillow and wrapping his arms around it, clutching it close.
Then Adam licks up his spine, little dancing motions with his tongue, until he reaches the broad muscles of his shoulders, sinking his teeth in again as he gropes for the lube and sliding his fingers inside as soon as he can. Kris pushes back against him, but not so hard that he dislodges Adam's mouth from him.
"Oh, I need to fuck you right now," says Adam, and he definitely gets no argument from Kris as he positions himself properly between his legs, just a slight whimper as he has to lift his head to get himself ready. When he finally pushes inside, slow and smooth, the whimper turns into a soft, heartfelt sigh. And then into a moan again as Adam carefully leans back in to sink his teeth into his shoulder again.
They fuck hard, slamming against one another, gasping and grinding and shaking the bed. Adam leaves a ring of teeth marks on the back of his shoulder, then stretches up to the back of his neck and clamps down there as well. Kris comes almost as soon as he does, and Adam hangs on for a few more thrusts until he follows, only letting go when he has to stop and lift his head to catch his breath.
Kris is practically boneless beneath him as Adam finally pulls out, and his smile is so beautiful and peaceful that it's almost unreal.
The mark on the back of his neck is a vivid red, clearly a bite, and Adam figures a make-up lesson is in order before morning. Or maybe Kris already knows how to take care of that. After all, he's just full of surprises.
Adam/Kris. 1115 words. NC-17. For mcwicca.
Insatiable
Prompt: Adam ushers Kris into the happy world of gay sexin' and now Kris can't get enough of it (and Adam), slut!Kris.
"You look tired," says Matt and for just one brief moment Adam thinks he's talking to Kris, but no, Matt's looking right at him when he says it. Kris, of course, is completely alert, downing a soda and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
No wonder Adam's tired.
"Just haven't been sleeping a whole lot," says Adam and trusts that Matt will know how it is. That they all know how it is these days, too much to do in too little time and even when you've got some downtime you're too wound up to sleep. That's not why Adam hasn't been sleeping a lot, actually, but it makes a convenient excuse.
"Hey Adam, I lost one of my bracelets somewhere," says Kris, pressing right up to his side. "Do you think you could help me take a look?"
"Is it in your pocket again?"
"No," says Kris, giving him a smug little smile. "You weren't busy, were you? I'm not interrupting anything?"
Adam could try to use Matt as an excuse, but the truth is that tired as he might be, he doesn't want an excuse. "Nothing important," he says, and gives Matt a nod as he follows Kris back out of the dressing room, hands in his pockets and shuffling a little in a counterpoint to Kris's eager bounce.
"We're going to get caught."
"No we're not," says Kris, with the confidence of someone who hasn't spent years worrying about it. "Girls' dressing room is empty. They're hanging out with the band."
Oh, that's a terrible idea. A terrible, terrible, wonderful idea with couches instead of bathroom stalls and carpet instead of concrete. Adam's knees will thank him later. Kris's knees are apparently as indestructible as the rest of him.
"You know, you can tell me if you're on speed," says Adam. "I won't tell anyone el--"
He's shut up by Kris's mouth on his, and so much for the nice empty leather sofa waiting for them because apparently Kris wants to have him right here by the door. "I thought we agreed that I shouldn't fuck you right before a show."
"Oh, you don't have to do that," says Kris cheerfully, lips rosy and wet now as he takes a step back. "I can just blow you or you can blow me, or you can just finger me if you want, you know that'll get us off quickly."
Kris Allen is going to be the death of him.
"Let's cut down on the clean-up time and not go for option number three," he says, reaching for Kris's belt. And the guy dares to actually look disappointed until Adam adds, "I promise to fuck you afterwards, okay? When that self-satisfied little swagger of yours won't give you away on stage."
"I thought that part went without saying," says Kris, reaching for Adam's belt and using it to draw him onto the sofa. "We can do intermission tonight too, I found a place."
"I've created a monster," says Adam, letting Kris yank his pants down to mid-thigh and mouth at his neck. "No marks!"
"I'm not stupid," says Kris, and instead of a mark he leaves a broad wet spot. "I think we need to revisit the decision not to...you know...before a show."
"Kris, you can tell when you've just been fucked," says Adam, finding it hard to string words together now that Kris has pushed his shirt up and is mouthing down his stomach. "Are you listening to me?"
"No," says Kris, taking the head of Adam's cock into his mouth and sucking at it gently. Adam's eyes roll back and suddenly it matters a little less whether or not Kris is paying attention to Adam's very well reasoned objections. He even almost misses it when Kris opens his own pants to stroke his cock, then moves his fingers back between his cheeks to press at his hole.
"Kris, no," says Adam, reaching for his arm and tugging it back as soon as he notices. "Come on, you're killing me here. Turn around and I'll suck you off too." This is apparently an acceptable compromise, and Kris leaves his mouth on Adam's cock as he swivels himself around on the sofa to straddle his head. "God, it's like you just discovered sex or something."
Kris pops his mouth off for just long enough to say, softly, "I did," then goes back to sucking him, not deep but firmly, and with lots of tongue. Either of those things on its own would've been enough to shut Adam up; together they make his heart and his gut clench, his breath catch.
He runs his hands over Kris's still clothed knees then licks at his cock, down the entire length, around the head and everywhere. And because he knows how much Kris really does like things in his ass - a wonderful revelation for both of them - he presses two fingers there as he swallows him down. Kris's rhythm on his cock stutters, but only for a moment before he's sucking at him again, bobbing his head and rocking his hips a little into Adam's mouth.
Neither one of them needs to point out that they don't have a lot of time here. The girls could come back at any moment, someone could come looking for them, anyone could come in. Which is probably more of a turn-on than it should be; in their profession, having a kink for getting caught isn't all that bright.
It's working for him now, though, and the closer he gets to orgasm, the deeper he takes Kris's cock until they're as close and as deep as they can possibly be in this position. There's no way to warn him he's coming other than gripping him a little harder, making impossible to understand noises from his throat, but it doesn't matter. Kris likes to swallow now, and Adam always did.
He moves his hands back to Kris's hips and squeezes him gently before they untangle themselves and pull their pants back up, quickly and efficiently like they've learned to. It's not like everyone doesn't know what they're doing, especially anyone who shares the bus with them, but they don't need to see it.
"So, intermission?" says Kris, straightening his shirt and then pulling Adam in for a long, long kiss that prevents him from answering. Not that his answer isn't always yes, as long as his body is still physically capable of keeping up.
"Intermission," Adam promises him when he can, and fuck getting some rest. As long as Kris wants him as much as he does, Adam is going to enjoy it as often as he can.
Adam/Kris. 1267 words. NC-17. For mcwicca.
Yet So Far
Prompt: Kris is really, really, irrationally pissed off after yet another fight with Katy (possible divorce phone call). He throws his phone into a mirror or something just as Adam walks in. Kris, totally wrecked, sees Adam and just loses it. He can't fight his intense attraction to him anymore, and desperate, emotional, angry, fucking occurs. Bonus points if Kris turns into a total, greedy bottom, using Adam to fuck away all his anger and angst. The more desperate Kris is for Adam, the better.
No one ever said it to his face, of course, but Kris knows everyone always thought it would be him, that it would be his fault, which is why Kris always knew his marriage would be fine. Because no matter what temptation was laid in front of him - and Adam Lambert was one giant temptation - Kris knew that he was strong enough not to cheat.
He was half right. He was strong enough not to cheat, but his marriage wasn't fine.
He actually hates that no one did cheat, because he wants to feel righteously angry, or at least guilty, not full of pent-up frustration just waiting to lash out. He snaps at Katy because she is the one who decided to end things, she is the one who decided that he was too absent from her life for them to fix things, she made this decision and Kris didn't have a say in it anymore.
"Fine," he says, cutting off her last sentence about division of assets and lawyers and things he has no interest in hearing right now. "Fine. My people can talk to your people. Fine."
He ends the call before she can answer, curling his fist around the phone as best as he can then hurling it across the room. Inches, it turns out, from Adam's head.
"Is everything okay?" he says, and Kris almost laughs because no, everything is not okay, and the flying phone of death was probably his first clue. It sits where it landed with a heartfelt crack, just in front of the closet door, and he doesn't care if he's done permanent damage. He never wants to hear it again.
He opens his mouth to actually answer the question but Adam is standing there looking perfectly everything, and in the end Kris just says, "Fuck it."
And while Adam's looking even more shocked at his language than the iPhone he launched, Kris closes the distance between them, grabs a fistful of Adam's shirt and kisses him in all the ways he's been resisting for the past two years.
"Kris," Adam protests, trying to push him away, but not before he kisses Kris back just as hard. "You don't want this."
"Oh, you have no idea how much I want this," he says. "You have no idea, Adam, because I haven't been able to tell you and now there's no reason - no reason - not to."
"But Katy..." Adam says weakly before Kris kisses him again, yanking him closer, as close as they can get with their clothes on. But Katy nothing, Katy is not an issue here, maybe tomorrow Kris can deal with the Katy situation in a rational, level-headed way but tonight he cannot, and he will not.
Tonight he has this.
"There's no Katy," he says, the words harsher than he means them to be. Later he might regret them, but right now it's how he feels, even if it's a lie. Katy is here, and she's in everything he does right now, even if he doesn't mean her to be. "It's done."
"Oh," says Adam, and Kris can see he's still struggling with this decision, struggling with whether he should be a friend or a fuck right now. He doesn't see that he can be both.
"Please, Adam," says Kris, every bit of his frustration and desperation in his voice, and those two words turn out to be all it takes to get Adam on board with this. Adam tries to take Kris onto the bed but Kris turns it back around on him, he's the one to pull their clothes off, he's the one who runs his hands over warm, freckled skin, sinking his fingers in and clutching tight as he pushes him over onto the bed.
"Do you know what you want?" says Adam seriously, like it's his job to make sure Kris won't have any regrets.
"I know I want to ride you till we both see stars," says Kris, as blunt as he can actually say it, because it's so much easier to just do what he wants, to just do. "As long as you want that too, I think we're fine."
Adam inhales sharply through his nose and nods his head. "There's a condom in my wallet," he says, probably assuming that Kris doesn't carry them anymore. Which he's completely right about. Kris fishes it out and rolls it on him, and is grateful that Adam already turned him on to the joys of using real lube for masturbation. "Have you ever...?"
"Quiet now," says Kris, and sure he's fingered himself but no, he's never, and he doesn't care. He just wants this, he wants what he's been denying himself for so long because he was trying to save something that apparently was already beyond saving.
It hurts a little, and he's not quite ready for it, but Kris sinks down onto Adam steadily anyway, and watches Adam watch him with a kind of awe, like he can't believe this is really happening to him. But he'd better believe it, because Kris has been waiting for too long for this not to be real now. Adam very carefully doesn't move until Kris finally settles on him, until Kris moves. That seems to be the green light for Adam to get his hands on Kris's hips, to start pushing up into him.
It's not like anything Kris has ever had before and he wants it, he wants it hard and fast and a little raw, moving maybe a little more roughly than he should, panting and gasping and scratching his nails across his own chest, catching both nipples with a sharp jolt of arousal. He reaches for his cock but Adam gets there first, wrapping his large hand around it and jerking steadily even as he fucks him.
"Better this way," he says, and doesn't add that he wants Kris's first time to be good, but Kris knows him well enough to know that's what he's thinking.
It doesn't take long after that. Kris moves in just the right way that Adam starts rubbing just right against something inside him, and his hand is warm and steady and big, and Kris comes very suddenly, with a cry that doesn't even sound like his own voice.
Adam's hand returns to his hip and he grips him hard as he drives into him, moving more now that Kris has slowed down almost to a stop, and his mouth drops open in a silent O as he comes. Comes inside him, and though Kris can't feel it just the thought of it is a revelation.
"Oh God," he says a few moments later, the ache of the sex and the phone call and this whole messed up situation starting to sink into him. He very awkwardly and carefully climbs off, and doesn't let Adam hold him even though Adam oh so obviously wants to. And even though Kris wants him to.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," says Kris, because no regrets. "No."
"Something in between?"
"Can we talk about this tomorrow?" says Kris, because there's no way he's finding the words or the desire to do this right now.
"Can I stay?"
"Yes," says Kris.
The question didn't even need to be asked. Yes, he can stay. Yes, he can always stay. When it comes to Adam, the answer is yes, yes, yes, yes and yes. And tomorrow Kris can tell him that, but tonight they lie in silence, so close to what they want but still some distance left to go.
Adam/Kris. 655 words. NC-17. For sarashina_nikki.
Of A Type
Prompt: Adam being very dominant and toppy and ~grabby over Kris, and Kris being surprised how much he enjoys it.
Kris knows he's Adam's type. Even before the subject ever overtly came up, all Kris had to do was look at Adam's pictures with his exes - the ones that got leaked and the ones that Adam just showed just him - to know that Kris's build is very, very much like theirs. What Kris doesn't know is why he's Adam's type, what it is about people like him that gets Adam going.
That is until one night after they started fooling around - nothing serious, just a little kissing and groping and making out after dark - Adam turns the light out and looms over Kris, grabs hold of him and pushes him up against the wall. Kris has always been shorter than most other guys, slight despite the amount of muscle he's put on, but he's never been with a guy like this before, and never realized just how much the size difference matters.
At first he was going to ask Adam just what he's doing, but the way Adam's gripping him and holding him and gazing down at him with that smoldering look, Kris knows just what he's doing, and he doesn't have a problem with it. Boy does he not have a problem with it.
Adam's eyes search his, and the moment he realizes that Kris is into this he manhandles him down onto the closest bed - Kris's, just by chance - pushes him onto his back and starts to take his shirt off, almost tearing one of the buttons off in his haste to get inside. Frankly, Kris wouldn't have cared if he had. They've never done this before, never gone this far, but as far as Kris's body is concerned, he is so, so ready for this.
"If you need me to stop," Adam says lowly, and Kris has the feeling this is going to be his only word on the subject, "then you just say so."
Kris nods and doesn't ask him to stop, and Adam tears into his pants next, yanking them off his legs and pressing Kris's shoulders down with one hand when he tries to push himself up to watch.
"You have no idea how hot you are," Adam says, licking his palm before reaching for Kris's cock, hard and flushed and already aching for it. The last time Kris remembers getting so hard so fast, he was still a teenager and still very much a virgin. "Or if you do, you play innocent pretty well."
Kris just smiles and licks his lips and doesn't try to get up again, just lets Adam pin him there and jerk him off slow and steady without so much as taking his own clothes off. There'll be time to strip him later though, Kris is sure, now that this line has been crossed, and right now he just wants to let Adam do anything he wants to him. He just wants to be taken, and that's a new and kind of weird thing for him, to have someone else take charge.
"Adam...Adam..." he says, and closes his eyes as his body starts to tighten up. God Adam's good at this, and when Kris calls his name he gets up on the bed, kneels over him and kisses him hard while his hand quickens on Kris's cock, continuing to kiss him till Kris's body jerks and he gasps into the kiss and comes all over Adam's hand.
And Adam keeps kissing him for a long time after that.
"Wow," says Kris after a few minutes, when his body starts to feel cool again. "I, uh...."
"I like being able to do that," says Adam, kissing him one more time.
"I like that you like being able to do that," says Kris, grinning up at him, and wonders what it would be like to have Adam fuck him up against a wall.
He'll bet he gets to find out.