School Professional 2 in 1
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC17
Summary: Adam is once again a teacher, but this time Kris is the student and in highschool. What will happen when a school outcast hooks up with a popular man?
A/N: Yes! Mr. Lambert is at it again. Only this time, he is a new teacher in a highschool and it's the beginning of a school year. Had to do another little ficlet, a real chapter will come out soon. This has 2 stories in it, a little treat from me to you.
Author:
theromancestory
Kris is Special
(Story 1)Kris walked amongst the hallways, hugging his book to his chest while looking at his feet as slid past the doorways and walls. Already two people "accidentally bumped" into him and made him fall on the floor, dropping all his belongings.
The fist time, it was the lead jock, Steve Parkers. He and his buddies "accidentally" stuck out their legs having Kris trip over them. He heard the mocking laughter and insults as he picked up his supplies quickly, running off to class. He had enough and he already conjugated up a plan for himself that night. He was ready to cut his living strings and die in shame as the night would grow cold. That is until he walked into his Music class.
Right when he walked into the door, he noticed an older man, must've been in his twenties, that had a "emo" haircut and light eyeliner surrounding his eyelid. Kris instantly went lost in them until the bel rang. He quickly took the desk where his nametag was on. He noticed right beside him was one of the jocks and he was not ready for another minute of being ridiculed. He sighed and sat down, staring at his hands that laid helplessly in his lap. The sound of the man's voice made him focus and move his head up.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Lambert. I am going to be your Music teacher for the school year. To answer all your wondering questions, yes I am new, but I know how schools work. No need to try to pull a fast one on me." The jock that sat next to Kris laughed along with his friends, staring at Kris, whispering to one another.
"You hear that, Krissy? Don't need to pull a fast one on the male teacher. He doesn't want your shit, nobody does." Kris sneaked a glance at the teacher, noticing he was stating right back st him witu concerned eyes, then sighed to himself as he hid his face in his hands while rest of the class spoke names of "Fag" and "Barbie." Kris felt tears weld up in his eyes as every student continued to laugh at him.
All of a sudden, silence filled the room after a voice called out over the class. "Knock it off! You students are eleventh graders, can't you be anymore mature? You are acting like a bunch of seven-year-olds!" Kris wiped his eyes without anybody noticing except Mr. Lambert. He quickly looked up at the teacher, but didn't say anything, then turned his head back down to his hands that laid, once again, in his lap. He hoped the teacher got his silent thanks.
Thirty minutes passed by, listening to the teacher help kids improve their voice and recognize harmonies and melodies. Kris noticed throughout the hour, Mr. Lambert seemed he was having a close eye on the him. He didn't know whether to be pleased or creeped out, but he was glad he finally had someone looking out for him. The bell rang not too long after, Mr. Lambert giving last minute homework. "Write the two paragraphs I mentioned earlier. Kris, stay after. Everyone else, you may go." Everyone gave one final laughing smirk at Kris before they all left for their buses and rides. Kris walked home and his parents wouldn't care what happened to him, he was somehow relieved to stay after school.
Kris was the last person, of course, getting his shoulder bag around him chest and placed the final books he needed inside. He was obviously stalling which made Mr. Lambert come to him. "Kris? Is there anything you like to talk about?" Kris shrugged and shook his head, not saying a word as he looked down at his feet. "I know that you've been being bullied. I saw you in the hallway before you came to class. Being gay isn't bad, they're just being immature because that's what kids do. Be yourself and don't give them any shit." Kris looked at him shocked. He had never heard a teacher swear before.
"Thank you, Mr. Lambert," Kris responded, looking back down at his feet. He tugged on his army green shoulder backpack, not wanting to look at the burning blue eyes that stared at him curiously.
"Call me Adam since it's not school hours anymore."
"Um, thank you... Adam." Kris swayed back and forth slightly on his feet, feeling subconscious already. He felt something press against his lips and he stopped moving, his eyes open staring into closed ones not even an inch away from his face. He closed his eyes as he noticed Adam's lips were moving along his, begging his tongue for entrance. Kris silently opened his mouth without hesitation and felt arms wrap around his back as he did the same to Adam's neck. Their tongues danced together in passion until Kris pulled away, his eyes filled with worry. "We... we can't do this."
"Shh, nobody has to know. Trust me, we'll be fine," Adam smiled, caressing Kris's cheek. Kris looked at the clock to notice almost everyone would be gone at the time it was. He looked back at Adam and nodded, closing the distance between them once again. Adam connected their lips again, this time his hands curled in Kris's hair as Kris responded the same way.
Adam lifted Kris's bag off his shoulder and over his head, letting it fall to the floor, eyes still locked. He then lifted Kris onto the table, letting him into a sitting position, his legs dangling off the edge. Adam stood in front of him, his arms on the side of the table. Kris immediatly unbuttoned Adam's shirt and slid it off his shoulders before Adam pulled Kris's shirt over his head, discovering toned abs. Kris, then, slipped Adam's pants off his thighs, revealing his hard-on. Adam blushed, gently pushing Kris on his back, slipping his pants off. "I don't see why they say shit about you, you're beautiful." Kris blushed and pulled Adam's head to his, locking lips right after. He climbed on top of Kris, rubbing his hands across his chest and thighs. He went straight to Kris's boxers after he pulled away from him.
When he finally unzipped them, he got off the table and pulled Kris back up in a standing position. He heard Kris breathe heavily and he tried to calm him down, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, trust me. This is going to feel so good." Kris nodded slowly as he watched Adam go down on his knees. Looking up at Kris, he slowly opened his mouth wide, placing him in his mouth. He smiled to himself as he heard Kris moan slightly, his eyes closing.
In a few minutes, Kris let go into his mouth. Adam swallowed like a pro then got up from the floor, pushing Kris back down on the table. Kris stared at him with wide eyes filled with interest and curiosity. "What are you going to do, Mr. Lambert?" Adam liked the sound of his name being used formally when he was in this event. It made him feel more dominant than before. Especially coming from Kris's mouth that was now forming a seductive smirk.
"Shh, it's going to be fun." Adam quickly spread Kris's legs, using saliva as the lubricant which wouldn't work as well but it would have to do. He placed his index finger in Kris's mouth before Kris sucked, then he took it out and placed it in the deepest part of Kris. Kris moaned a little, making Adam's cock spring to attention once again. He added more fingers, already finding Kris's "sweet spot."
Just when he thought Kris was now ready, he slowly stepped out of his briefs and entered Kris slowly. He, too, moaned as he felt the pleasuring pressure around his cock. He placed more kisses on Kris's lips and took nips out of his neck as he created his own rhythm. Kris squirmed and moved along with him, also taking nips out of Adam's neck.
Moments later, they both reached climax together and pulled away after they caught their breath. They kissed once more before Adam straightened up and gave Kris his clothing, implying they were still in a school. Kris nodded and grabbed the clothing, slowly putting them on as he tried to remember if it was all a dream.
Once they were both dressed, Kris slung his bag around his chest and stared at Adam suspiciously. "Why?" Kris asked.
Adam lifted a perfect eyebrow, "Why what?"
"Why me? I mean, I'm just an outcast... a nobody. I'm not that special."
"Not when I saw you. Right at first glance, I knew there was something in you that nobody else would be able to see."
"Thank you... Adam."
"I told you it was good. Here..." Adam took out a pen and a piece of paper, "Here's my number. Call me when they give you a hard time or need someone to talk to." He gave the paper to Kris who lightly smiled.
"Thank you. I will." Adam smiled at him, offering to drive him to his house, which Kris hesitantly agreed, continuing to parts where they didn't get to do at the school.
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Adam's 18th Birthday Present
(Story 2)
This is based on a Television skit. Just thought it would be cute to have Kris and Adam as the characters.
Adam is his hot self who looks like he did in 2009, not when he really was in his teens."I want to thank you all for coming to my birthday party... It's really nice to know that you have friends," Adam said to his younger brothers stuffed animals on his bed. He was an outcast, being put out because of homophobes. Nobody wanted to be his friend and he tried the best he could to cope. His parents were out at a party for their work and his brother was at his grandparents' house. He was by himself until a knock was on the door. "Great, that must be the police telling us to keep it down..." he said, sadly while he rolled his eyes. He hated to spend his birthday alone. It was his 18th Birthday wouldn't anybody want to celebrate that with him? His own answer was 'No.'
All that changed as he opened the front door to reveal a brunette man wearing a flannel plaid shirt who was leaning up against the doorwall. "I'm looking for Adam."
"I'm Adam... who are you?'
"I'm your eighteenth birthday present..." The man winked, sending shivers down Adam's spine as he looked in brown, puppy dog eyes. "My name's Kris, mind if I come in?" Kris slowly pushed his way into the house, smirking at Adam the whole time. Adam quickly felt aroused and closed the door, following Kris inside.
"Um... make yourself at home."
"Live here by yourself?" Kris looked around then his eyes landed on Adam once again.
"No... um, parents. They're... They're out right now and so is my younger brother." Kris smirked once again and was proud the plan was already into play.
"Adam, let's cut to the chase. You're dad sent me here to... to help you become a man."
Adam lifted an eyebrow, giving a pesturing look as he tried to piece the information together. "I... I am a man. I mean in the eyes of the law, I'm a man."
Kris laughed and gave a sarcastic eye as he walked closer, "That's not what I meant."
Adam skimmed the look of Kris's body, "What... what did you mean?" Kris moved closer until he was basically in Adam's face. He seductively ran his finger down Adam's stomach to his belt buckle, slightly tugging on it as Adam raised his eyebrows. "Oh my God, you're a whore!"
"Bingo!" Kris laughed.
Adam slightly pulled away, walking towards the door with his back to it, "Um... sir, what you do is illegal."
Kris followed him and trapped Adam against the door with his hands and arms being placed onto the door, "But, what about the laws of nature, honey? Don't we have to obey those, too?" Adam shivered as Kris's body heat got to him, slowly sliding down the door and under Kris's arms to get out of the lock.
"Did you know that the spanish word for whore is 'Puta'?" Adam said, trying to change the subject (obviously). "I have a spanish test for the college I'm going to. I really need to study and get to work."
Kris looked at his watch and followed Adam into the kitchen, "Hey, Adam... Adam, Adam. You're a virgin, right?"
"Si..." Adam blushed.
"Well... you know, spanish is the language of passion and so uh... you'll speak it much better if you live life to it's... fullest."
"Yeah... okay. I'll be right back." Adam started to walk out of the kitchen until Kris's arm blocked his way.
"Wait a minute, where are you going?"
"I was just going to go brush my teeth..."
"That's not necessary since I have a rule that there is no kissing on the mouth."
Adam shook his head and gave off a disgusted look, "What else is there?"
"Well... anything that gurantees a full release."
"Okay, I got the picture Picasso! I have to warn you, though. I am a little inexperienced."
"Really? Alright, well we're going to go very slow," Kris said as he tugged on Adam's belt buckle once again until Adam jerked away. "Alright, how about a little music to help you relax a little?"
"Um... okay, I think you're right. Take your pick, I got the best of KISS or Led Zeppelin."
"You know, lets skip the music and have a drink. Do you have any drinks?"
"Yeah, sure do. Um... hold on." Adam took out a bottle of something out of the refridgerator, then gave it to Kris. "How about a Zema?"
"I don't think I've ever had a Zema before..." Kris reluctantly took the bottle out of Adam's hands as Adam started to open his.
"Well, then you're a different kind of virgin." Kris lifted an eyebrow as Adam blushed, realizing how stupid the joke was. "Just forget that I said that..." Kris laughed and took a swig as Adam did. Kris's eyes went wide, realizing the taste was disgusting and he tried to find somewhere where he could spit it out without being rude. "Do... do.. can you swallow?" Adam asked.
Kris slowly swallowed the drink, trying to ignore the taste and looked at Adam, "Trust me..." He took the glass from Adam's hand and put it on the counter along with his, "How about we get down to business? You ready?"
"Um... okay, I think I'm drunk enough."
Kris grabbed an object from his pocket and showed it to Adam, "Okay, you're gonna need one of these." Adam looked at the condom inside the package and stood up, walking to the table drawer.
"Okay, no offense, but I think I'd better get one of my own..."
"Okay," Kris said, putting the condom package back in his pocket.
"'Cuz I'm huge..." Adam said, showing the package to Kris who went wide eyed and mouth went dry. Kris grabbed the package and looked Adam, finally able to speak.
"Then, I thank you ahead of time. Ready?"
"I'm ready... Let's go man." Adam nearly toppled Kris to the floor and got right down to business.
Half an Hour Later
Kris was just finishing putting on his jeans and his flannel shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his chest and abs. "So much for that... how're you doing there, Adam?"
Adam was sitting on the bed, shirtless but had his skinny jeans on. "Um... was it good for you as it was for me?"
"You know, I never really came across anybody who has been only partially circumsized before..." (Sorry, just HAD to put that in there.)
"So, I just need to tell you, you're really handsome."
"Thanks."
"I normally don't approve of things that are illegal, but I have to tell you, Kris... you're a really, really good prostitute."
"Thank you, Adam. I'm sorry, but I have to go..." Kris said, lifting himself off the chair.
"Just like that, you're leaving?" Adam asked, getting off the bed and following Kris to the door.
"Well, I have some other clients."
"When can I see you again?"
"Probably never..."
"But, I... I love you."
"Aww, Adam, that's so sweet, but you shouldn't confuse love with sex."
"But... I'm not confused. I mean, I really do."
"Shh, what you have to do is find a cute little college boy."
"But... I don't want a cute little college boy. I want a beautiful but a little bit damaged prostitute."
"Since, what do you mean by damaged?"
"Well... you have an outie that's an inch and a half long." (Sorry, had to put that in there, too!) Kris liften an eyebrow and his became confused. He lifted his shirt to show his navel, then put it down again.
"Honey, I think you were confused about what you were looking at, but anyways... you okay, sweetie? I really, really, really have to go now. Sweetheart, I want you to have good luck on your spanish test. Okay? Alright." Kris kissed his cheek as Adam smiled. Kris opened the front door until Adam stopped him.
"Hey Kris? Good luck on your... whoring."
"So sweet... Happy Birthday."
Just like that, Kris left and Adam smiled to himself. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number, then put it to his ear. "Hey, dad? Yeah, I just wanted to thank you for my birthday present. Dad? On another special day, can I have it again? Awesome!" He hung up the phone and slowly went to sleep, remembering the special day with Kris.
The last one was kind of silly, but I thought instead of drama and angst, why not have a silly one? So, that's what I did. Hoped you liked it!
Rating: NC17
Summary: Adam is once again a teacher, but this time Kris is the student and in highschool. What will happen when a school outcast hooks up with a popular man?
A/N: Yes! Mr. Lambert is at it again. Only this time, he is a new teacher in a highschool and it's the beginning of a school year. Had to do another little ficlet, a real chapter will come out soon. This has 2 stories in it, a little treat from me to you.
Author:
theromancestory
Kris is Special
(Story 1)Kris walked amongst the hallways, hugging his book to his chest while looking at his feet as slid past the doorways and walls. Already two people "accidentally bumped" into him and made him fall on the floor, dropping all his belongings.
The fist time, it was the lead jock, Steve Parkers. He and his buddies "accidentally" stuck out their legs having Kris trip over them. He heard the mocking laughter and insults as he picked up his supplies quickly, running off to class. He had enough and he already conjugated up a plan for himself that night. He was ready to cut his living strings and die in shame as the night would grow cold. That is until he walked into his Music class.
Right when he walked into the door, he noticed an older man, must've been in his twenties, that had a "emo" haircut and light eyeliner surrounding his eyelid. Kris instantly went lost in them until the bel rang. He quickly took the desk where his nametag was on. He noticed right beside him was one of the jocks and he was not ready for another minute of being ridiculed. He sighed and sat down, staring at his hands that laid helplessly in his lap. The sound of the man's voice made him focus and move his head up.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Lambert. I am going to be your Music teacher for the school year. To answer all your wondering questions, yes I am new, but I know how schools work. No need to try to pull a fast one on me." The jock that sat next to Kris laughed along with his friends, staring at Kris, whispering to one another.
"You hear that, Krissy? Don't need to pull a fast one on the male teacher. He doesn't want your shit, nobody does." Kris sneaked a glance at the teacher, noticing he was stating right back st him witu concerned eyes, then sighed to himself as he hid his face in his hands while rest of the class spoke names of "Fag" and "Barbie." Kris felt tears weld up in his eyes as every student continued to laugh at him.
All of a sudden, silence filled the room after a voice called out over the class. "Knock it off! You students are eleventh graders, can't you be anymore mature? You are acting like a bunch of seven-year-olds!" Kris wiped his eyes without anybody noticing except Mr. Lambert. He quickly looked up at the teacher, but didn't say anything, then turned his head back down to his hands that laid, once again, in his lap. He hoped the teacher got his silent thanks.
Thirty minutes passed by, listening to the teacher help kids improve their voice and recognize harmonies and melodies. Kris noticed throughout the hour, Mr. Lambert seemed he was having a close eye on the him. He didn't know whether to be pleased or creeped out, but he was glad he finally had someone looking out for him. The bell rang not too long after, Mr. Lambert giving last minute homework. "Write the two paragraphs I mentioned earlier. Kris, stay after. Everyone else, you may go." Everyone gave one final laughing smirk at Kris before they all left for their buses and rides. Kris walked home and his parents wouldn't care what happened to him, he was somehow relieved to stay after school.
Kris was the last person, of course, getting his shoulder bag around him chest and placed the final books he needed inside. He was obviously stalling which made Mr. Lambert come to him. "Kris? Is there anything you like to talk about?" Kris shrugged and shook his head, not saying a word as he looked down at his feet. "I know that you've been being bullied. I saw you in the hallway before you came to class. Being gay isn't bad, they're just being immature because that's what kids do. Be yourself and don't give them any shit." Kris looked at him shocked. He had never heard a teacher swear before.
"Thank you, Mr. Lambert," Kris responded, looking back down at his feet. He tugged on his army green shoulder backpack, not wanting to look at the burning blue eyes that stared at him curiously.
"Call me Adam since it's not school hours anymore."
"Um, thank you... Adam." Kris swayed back and forth slightly on his feet, feeling subconscious already. He felt something press against his lips and he stopped moving, his eyes open staring into closed ones not even an inch away from his face. He closed his eyes as he noticed Adam's lips were moving along his, begging his tongue for entrance. Kris silently opened his mouth without hesitation and felt arms wrap around his back as he did the same to Adam's neck. Their tongues danced together in passion until Kris pulled away, his eyes filled with worry. "We... we can't do this."
"Shh, nobody has to know. Trust me, we'll be fine," Adam smiled, caressing Kris's cheek. Kris looked at the clock to notice almost everyone would be gone at the time it was. He looked back at Adam and nodded, closing the distance between them once again. Adam connected their lips again, this time his hands curled in Kris's hair as Kris responded the same way.
Adam lifted Kris's bag off his shoulder and over his head, letting it fall to the floor, eyes still locked. He then lifted Kris onto the table, letting him into a sitting position, his legs dangling off the edge. Adam stood in front of him, his arms on the side of the table. Kris immediatly unbuttoned Adam's shirt and slid it off his shoulders before Adam pulled Kris's shirt over his head, discovering toned abs. Kris, then, slipped Adam's pants off his thighs, revealing his hard-on. Adam blushed, gently pushing Kris on his back, slipping his pants off. "I don't see why they say shit about you, you're beautiful." Kris blushed and pulled Adam's head to his, locking lips right after. He climbed on top of Kris, rubbing his hands across his chest and thighs. He went straight to Kris's boxers after he pulled away from him.
When he finally unzipped them, he got off the table and pulled Kris back up in a standing position. He heard Kris breathe heavily and he tried to calm him down, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, trust me. This is going to feel so good." Kris nodded slowly as he watched Adam go down on his knees. Looking up at Kris, he slowly opened his mouth wide, placing him in his mouth. He smiled to himself as he heard Kris moan slightly, his eyes closing.
In a few minutes, Kris let go into his mouth. Adam swallowed like a pro then got up from the floor, pushing Kris back down on the table. Kris stared at him with wide eyes filled with interest and curiosity. "What are you going to do, Mr. Lambert?" Adam liked the sound of his name being used formally when he was in this event. It made him feel more dominant than before. Especially coming from Kris's mouth that was now forming a seductive smirk.
"Shh, it's going to be fun." Adam quickly spread Kris's legs, using saliva as the lubricant which wouldn't work as well but it would have to do. He placed his index finger in Kris's mouth before Kris sucked, then he took it out and placed it in the deepest part of Kris. Kris moaned a little, making Adam's cock spring to attention once again. He added more fingers, already finding Kris's "sweet spot."
Just when he thought Kris was now ready, he slowly stepped out of his briefs and entered Kris slowly. He, too, moaned as he felt the pleasuring pressure around his cock. He placed more kisses on Kris's lips and took nips out of his neck as he created his own rhythm. Kris squirmed and moved along with him, also taking nips out of Adam's neck.
Moments later, they both reached climax together and pulled away after they caught their breath. They kissed once more before Adam straightened up and gave Kris his clothing, implying they were still in a school. Kris nodded and grabbed the clothing, slowly putting them on as he tried to remember if it was all a dream.
Once they were both dressed, Kris slung his bag around his chest and stared at Adam suspiciously. "Why?" Kris asked.
Adam lifted a perfect eyebrow, "Why what?"
"Why me? I mean, I'm just an outcast... a nobody. I'm not that special."
"Not when I saw you. Right at first glance, I knew there was something in you that nobody else would be able to see."
"Thank you... Adam."
"I told you it was good. Here..." Adam took out a pen and a piece of paper, "Here's my number. Call me when they give you a hard time or need someone to talk to." He gave the paper to Kris who lightly smiled.
"Thank you. I will." Adam smiled at him, offering to drive him to his house, which Kris hesitantly agreed, continuing to parts where they didn't get to do at the school.
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Adam's 18th Birthday Present
(Story 2)
This is based on a Television skit. Just thought it would be cute to have Kris and Adam as the characters.
Adam is his hot self who looks like he did in 2009, not when he really was in his teens."I want to thank you all for coming to my birthday party... It's really nice to know that you have friends," Adam said to his younger brothers stuffed animals on his bed. He was an outcast, being put out because of homophobes. Nobody wanted to be his friend and he tried the best he could to cope. His parents were out at a party for their work and his brother was at his grandparents' house. He was by himself until a knock was on the door. "Great, that must be the police telling us to keep it down..." he said, sadly while he rolled his eyes. He hated to spend his birthday alone. It was his 18th Birthday wouldn't anybody want to celebrate that with him? His own answer was 'No.'
All that changed as he opened the front door to reveal a brunette man wearing a flannel plaid shirt who was leaning up against the doorwall. "I'm looking for Adam."
"I'm Adam... who are you?'
"I'm your eighteenth birthday present..." The man winked, sending shivers down Adam's spine as he looked in brown, puppy dog eyes. "My name's Kris, mind if I come in?" Kris slowly pushed his way into the house, smirking at Adam the whole time. Adam quickly felt aroused and closed the door, following Kris inside.
"Um... make yourself at home."
"Live here by yourself?" Kris looked around then his eyes landed on Adam once again.
"No... um, parents. They're... They're out right now and so is my younger brother." Kris smirked once again and was proud the plan was already into play.
"Adam, let's cut to the chase. You're dad sent me here to... to help you become a man."
Adam lifted an eyebrow, giving a pesturing look as he tried to piece the information together. "I... I am a man. I mean in the eyes of the law, I'm a man."
Kris laughed and gave a sarcastic eye as he walked closer, "That's not what I meant."
Adam skimmed the look of Kris's body, "What... what did you mean?" Kris moved closer until he was basically in Adam's face. He seductively ran his finger down Adam's stomach to his belt buckle, slightly tugging on it as Adam raised his eyebrows. "Oh my God, you're a whore!"
"Bingo!" Kris laughed.
Adam slightly pulled away, walking towards the door with his back to it, "Um... sir, what you do is illegal."
Kris followed him and trapped Adam against the door with his hands and arms being placed onto the door, "But, what about the laws of nature, honey? Don't we have to obey those, too?" Adam shivered as Kris's body heat got to him, slowly sliding down the door and under Kris's arms to get out of the lock.
"Did you know that the spanish word for whore is 'Puta'?" Adam said, trying to change the subject (obviously). "I have a spanish test for the college I'm going to. I really need to study and get to work."
Kris looked at his watch and followed Adam into the kitchen, "Hey, Adam... Adam, Adam. You're a virgin, right?"
"Si..." Adam blushed.
"Well... you know, spanish is the language of passion and so uh... you'll speak it much better if you live life to it's... fullest."
"Yeah... okay. I'll be right back." Adam started to walk out of the kitchen until Kris's arm blocked his way.
"Wait a minute, where are you going?"
"I was just going to go brush my teeth..."
"That's not necessary since I have a rule that there is no kissing on the mouth."
Adam shook his head and gave off a disgusted look, "What else is there?"
"Well... anything that gurantees a full release."
"Okay, I got the picture Picasso! I have to warn you, though. I am a little inexperienced."
"Really? Alright, well we're going to go very slow," Kris said as he tugged on Adam's belt buckle once again until Adam jerked away. "Alright, how about a little music to help you relax a little?"
"Um... okay, I think you're right. Take your pick, I got the best of KISS or Led Zeppelin."
"You know, lets skip the music and have a drink. Do you have any drinks?"
"Yeah, sure do. Um... hold on." Adam took out a bottle of something out of the refridgerator, then gave it to Kris. "How about a Zema?"
"I don't think I've ever had a Zema before..." Kris reluctantly took the bottle out of Adam's hands as Adam started to open his.
"Well, then you're a different kind of virgin." Kris lifted an eyebrow as Adam blushed, realizing how stupid the joke was. "Just forget that I said that..." Kris laughed and took a swig as Adam did. Kris's eyes went wide, realizing the taste was disgusting and he tried to find somewhere where he could spit it out without being rude. "Do... do.. can you swallow?" Adam asked.
Kris slowly swallowed the drink, trying to ignore the taste and looked at Adam, "Trust me..." He took the glass from Adam's hand and put it on the counter along with his, "How about we get down to business? You ready?"
"Um... okay, I think I'm drunk enough."
Kris grabbed an object from his pocket and showed it to Adam, "Okay, you're gonna need one of these." Adam looked at the condom inside the package and stood up, walking to the table drawer.
"Okay, no offense, but I think I'd better get one of my own..."
"Okay," Kris said, putting the condom package back in his pocket.
"'Cuz I'm huge..." Adam said, showing the package to Kris who went wide eyed and mouth went dry. Kris grabbed the package and looked Adam, finally able to speak.
"Then, I thank you ahead of time. Ready?"
"I'm ready... Let's go man." Adam nearly toppled Kris to the floor and got right down to business.
Half an Hour Later
Kris was just finishing putting on his jeans and his flannel shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his chest and abs. "So much for that... how're you doing there, Adam?"
Adam was sitting on the bed, shirtless but had his skinny jeans on. "Um... was it good for you as it was for me?"
"You know, I never really came across anybody who has been only partially circumsized before..." (Sorry, just HAD to put that in there.)
"So, I just need to tell you, you're really handsome."
"Thanks."
"I normally don't approve of things that are illegal, but I have to tell you, Kris... you're a really, really good prostitute."
"Thank you, Adam. I'm sorry, but I have to go..." Kris said, lifting himself off the chair.
"Just like that, you're leaving?" Adam asked, getting off the bed and following Kris to the door.
"Well, I have some other clients."
"When can I see you again?"
"Probably never..."
"But, I... I love you."
"Aww, Adam, that's so sweet, but you shouldn't confuse love with sex."
"But... I'm not confused. I mean, I really do."
"Shh, what you have to do is find a cute little college boy."
"But... I don't want a cute little college boy. I want a beautiful but a little bit damaged prostitute."
"Since, what do you mean by damaged?"
"Well... you have an outie that's an inch and a half long." (Sorry, had to put that in there, too!) Kris liften an eyebrow and his became confused. He lifted his shirt to show his navel, then put it down again.
"Honey, I think you were confused about what you were looking at, but anyways... you okay, sweetie? I really, really, really have to go now. Sweetheart, I want you to have good luck on your spanish test. Okay? Alright." Kris kissed his cheek as Adam smiled. Kris opened the front door until Adam stopped him.
"Hey Kris? Good luck on your... whoring."
"So sweet... Happy Birthday."
Just like that, Kris left and Adam smiled to himself. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number, then put it to his ear. "Hey, dad? Yeah, I just wanted to thank you for my birthday present. Dad? On another special day, can I have it again? Awesome!" He hung up the phone and slowly went to sleep, remembering the special day with Kris.
The last one was kind of silly, but I thought instead of drama and angst, why not have a silly one? So, that's what I did. Hoped you liked it!