Fic: Anything, Rated NC17, by house_of_lantis
Title: Anything
Author: house_of_lantis
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, all fiction.
Rating: NC17
Warning: Light bondage. A bit of dub-con, just as a warning in case any reader is sensitive to deceptive sex. The bondage and sex are consensual.
Author’s Note: Written for harlequinkradam .
Summary: Loosely based on prompt 49. Kris is a musician who recently came out to himself. He wants to experiment with guys but is too shy (and is scared of the publicity it might bring) to go pick up guys or hook up with someone he knows. On impulse, he decides to contact an escort agency to send him someone to his house for his birthday. When he opens his door, though the guy is really hot, Kris is too nervous and embarrassed to go through with it and wants to just pay the escort and have him on his way. What Kris doesn't know is that the guy at the door is not an escort. In fact, Adam is the new exec at Kris's label who wanted to get to know the artists he'll be working with. How far will Adam play along?
*****
The soft sound of the doorbell was a shock to his system, sending a paroxysm of hot and cold down his spine, his cock hardening in nervous eagerness.
Kris leaned on his kitchen counter, trying desperately not to hyperventilate and pass out. Or vomit. All of which were extremely unattractive options, especially to the highly paid male escort on the other side of his front door. He pressed the heel of his hand against his cock, letting out a soft moan. He couldn’t walk out there with an obvious hard on. He didn’t think it was appropriate. Not that anything about this was appropriate, he chided himself. If his parents ever found out, he would never be able to face his mother again.
“What the hell was I thinking?” He muttered, trying to catch his breath. He ducked his head into his hands, running fingers messily through his hair. His heart was jumping in his chest and Kris debated whether or not to answer the door. Maybe if he didn’t answer, they would go away? But not answering would be rude, especially since Kris had hired the man in the first place, and he should at least pay him for his time. He peeked out from his kitchen to the glass doors across the room and flinched when he saw the well dressed, dark haired man on the other side give him a tentative wave. He ducked back into his kitchen, shaking his head. “Oh God, he’s gorgeous.” Of course the agency would send him someone straight out of his fantasies.
The doorbell sounded again and Kris closed his eyes, clenching his hands into tight fists, trying to get control over his nerves. When he made the call to the escort service, he wasn’t sure what to expect. But the friendly voice on the other end calmed him down and reassured him that they were discreet and safe. He blushed the whole time, whispering and stuttering the details of what he needed. He held his breath as the voice told him that she would take care of all of the arrangements and that his escort would arrive later that evening to meet him. He wanted to thank her for being so kind to him and not making him feel like a perverted loser. A total stranger was sometimes the best kind of therapist; Kris would never be able to tell anyone all the things that he told her. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to repeat any of it again.
Out of any other option, he set up the appointment. Now, he was having second thoughts - third and fourth and tenth thoughts. He couldn’t stop trembling; and he was fooling himself to deny that part of that was in anticipation of what could happen tonight. He agonized over it for hours and finally just went to the bank and withdrew a large sum of money, blushing the whole time as he wondered if the bank teller knew what he was up to just from looking at him. The money was tucked into an envelope in his back pocket, an Albatross of his weakness and his desire and…
The escort rang the doorbell again, twice in quick succession. Kris thought it sounded impatient.
He took a few deep breaths and then stepped slowly out of his kitchen, crossing the living room to the front door. He walked slowly, giving himself time to just look at the man standing at his door: Tall, impossibly Hollywood handsome and utterly in a league by himself, dressed in a dark suit, polished, black hair in some kind of artsy pompadour - Kris wanted him so badly. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, thankful that his long shirt at least covered the front of his pants, hiding his unrelenting hard on.
He opened the door and gave him a small smile. “Hi.“
“Are you Kris Allen?” The man said, his tone and smile friendly. Kris could smell his musky cologne and it made him stupidly weak in the knees.
“Yeah, but-“
“I’m Adam Lambert,” he said, looking at him quizzically. “May I come in?”
“Oh, sure, sure, yeah,” Kris said, opening the door and motioning for Adam to enter. “Sorry, I’m just nervous about this.”
Adam chuckled. It sounded friendly. “Don’t be nervous. I do this all the time and it’s not a big deal.” He looked around the house. “Nice place. I heard you’re back in town after a long world tour. It must be great to be home again. I know it’s probably too soon to think about writing and getting back into the studio to-“
Kris scratched the back of his neck, impressed by the amount of knowledge Adam had about his career. “Look, Adam…I think…I can’t do this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think this is a mistake,” Kris said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the wrinkled envelope. He held it out to Adam. “This is just, you know, for your time and all. For wasting it.”
“Excuse me?”
“This is going to sound stupid, but it’s not you, it’s all me.” Kris sighed. “You’re gorgeous, I mean…you’re unreal; everything about you is, uh, perfect. But…I don’t…I can’t, uh…please, just, um, take it. I’m sorry.”
He watched as Adam reached for the envelope, taking it hesitantly. He opened it up, thumbing the new hundred dollar bills. He glanced up at Kris, arching his eyebrow, lips curled into a small smile. Kris bit his bottom lip, wondering if he got the amount wrong.
“It was for two thousand, right? I mean, if you want more-“
“This is fine,” Adam said, folding the lip of the envelope down and then placing it on a nearby table. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you wanted and we can go from there.”
Kris grimaced and shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets. “It’s my birthday.”
“Happy birthday,” Adam said, smiling.
“And I’ve been, um, on tour for the past eight months so it’s not like I could, you know, be with anyone.”
Adam raised his eyebrow. “No groupies? No fuck buddies with your band or crew?”
“God, no!” Kris said, chuckling nervously. “They’re my friends. We’re not…it wouldn’t have been good for our, you know, tour family. Too much drama.”
“Smart.” He said, stepping towards Kris. “So you decided that it was just easier to hire someone for the night rather than go out there and try to make an actual connection?”
“I know. It’s so pathetic, right?” Kris said, rolling his eyes.
“It’s not,” Adam said, softly. “This town doesn’t always give people a chance to make a connection, real or otherwise. Sometimes, it’s easier to just have something uncomplicated to satisfy a need. At least you know with me, I’m a sure thing; and you don’t have to worry if I’m with you because you’re famous.”
“Thanks for saying that, but you don’t have to be nice. I mean…” Kris took a deep breath. “I don’t think my record label or my management would approve of me going out to the clubs and just hooking up with random strangers who might want to sell the story to tabloids or whatever.”
“That’s a very jaded point of view,” Adam murmured, looking at Kris. “Not that you’re wrong, though.”
“And the agency said that you were discreet, that they had a celebrity clientele and no one had ever, you know, talked.”
Adam nodded, giving him a small grin. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Yeah, well, thank you, um, you know.”
Adam took another step so he was just inches from Kris. He raised his hand and cupped Kris’s face, thumb moving gently across his bottom lip. Kris trembled, looking into blue eyes. He didn’t know that he had licked his lip, tasting the salt of Adam’s skin. He watched as Adam inhaled quickly and Kris let out a quiet moan when Adam pressed his thumb harder against his lip, slipping a little bit into his mouth to caress his tongue.
“What did you want tonight?” He said, smoothing his wet thumb across Kris’s bottom lip, dropping his eyes to look at Kris’s mouth.
“I just…um, I wanted…”
“To get fucked?” Adam said, tilting Kris’s chin so that he had to look up to meet Adam’s serious gaze. He must’ve seen something there that answered his question because Kris couldn’t really hold a conversation with Adam so close to him. “You’ve never been with a man before.”
“No.”
“Good,” Adam murmured, looking into his eyes. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” Kris whispered, his breathing shallow. Adam smelled even better up close. He was even more handsome - pale pink lips, freckles, and dark eyeliner around his eyes.
“What else?”
Kris swallowed, slanting his eyes away. “I thought that they would’ve told you.”
“I want to hear it from you,” he said, nudging Kris’s chin to get his attention. “Don’t hide from me, Kris. After tonight, there’s nothing that you’ll be able to hide from me.”
Kris blushed as he whimpered, breathing fast. “I…I wanted…”
“Tell me,” Adam murmured, his other hand slipping around Kris’s waist, slipping under his shirt. Kris startled at his warm touch on his skin and he took a step closer, pressing against Adam, feeling him hard and hot against him. “What did you want to happen tonight?”
“Anything.”
Adam chuckled, licking at Kris’s lip. “Really? Anything? I have a very active imagination and a very open mind. My version of ‘anything’ may not be what you’re looking for, Kris. Want me to go down the list of kinks?” He laughed softly when Kris just stared at him, mouth parted, face hot with embarrassment. “How do you feel about being whipped? Hmmm…do you like golden showers? Felching? Scat? Blood play? Fisting?”
“God, I don’t even know what any of that is,” Kris murmured, making a face.
“I could always tie you up…ohhhhh, I see, that’s your kink,” Adam said, smiling slightly. Kris wasn’t sure what kind of reaction Adam saw in him, but he felt his face blaze up and he dropped his eyes from Adam’s knowing gaze. He gasped when Adam gripped him firmly by the back of the neck, kissing him roughly. Kris sucked on his tongue, panting noisily against Adam’s mouth, keeping his mouth busy from actually begging for more. “Bondage can be extremely freeing when it’s done correctly.”
“Oh God-“
“Where’s your bedroom?”
***
Kris hid his eyes against the crook of his elbow, his arms stretched above him and his wrists tied to the corner of the bed with one of his neckties that Adam found in his closet. He felt so exposed and vulnerable; he couldn’t look up at Adam, too afraid that he’d come and embarrass himself; too afraid of what was on Adam’s face, seeing him like this, naked and stretched out, open for all kinds of dirty pleasure.
Adam pushed his thighs apart, kneeling between his legs. His thumbs made circles on the sensitive skin where his thigh met his groin, teasing touches that made Kris moan and arch against him, need more of his touch, needing Adam to touch his cock.
“You’re going to tell me what you want,” Adam said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m not going to do anything unless you tell me what you want.”
“Adam, please-“
“I like it when you say my name like that,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on Kris’s belly, licking a teasing line across his skin. “Tell me what you want, Kris.”
“Touch me.”
Kris bit his lip when Adam’s warm hands moved up and down his chest, over his stomach, over his hips, across his thighs, fingertips just grazing his skin. Kris shifted, trying to hook his legs more firmly around Adam’s hips, urging him without words for more.
“God, you-you’re just being cruel.”
“I’m touching you. Be more specific if you want something different.”
Kris groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to hide his entire face with his arm. “Adam, please…touch my cock.”
The large hand that wrapped around his cock had Kris stifling a moan. He thrust his hips, pushing his cock through Adam’s hand, demanding and frustrated.
“How do you want me to touch you? Do you want it slow, like this?” He dragged his hand from the base of his cock to the tip, adding a delicious twist at the head. Kris jerked into the teasing stroke, biting his lip as his hips moved with his hand. “Or maybe you want it fast.” Kris threw back his head, shuddering as Adam’s hand moved swiftly up and down the length of his cock, his grip tightening when it reached the tip, the friction dry and hot on his skin.
“Fast,” Kris panted, turning his head against the mattress, licking his dry lips. “Fast, like that. Please.”
Adam stroked him hard and fast and then stopped, tightening his hold just under the flared head of his cock. Kris was breathless, whimpering at him.
“You’re too close,” Adam murmured. Kris could hear the smile in his tone. “You want to come, but not like this. Tell me what else you want.”
“Your…mouth,” he whispered, turning his face into his arm again.
“I want that, too,” Adam said, softly. “But you have to watch me, Kris. I’ll suck your cock, but you have to look at me while I do it.”
“Oh God-“
“I can do this all night, keep you right on the edge, and not let you come.” Adam twisted his hand, his thumb circling the head, spreading the wetness on the tip.
“Oh shit.”
“I bet you taste so good.”
“Please!”
“Open your eyes and watch me,” Adam murmured. Kris felt him lean over him, warm breath enveloping the tip. “If you want it, then you have to watch me give it to you.”
Kris opened his eyes, blinking at the ceiling. He lifted his head and looked down his body, meeting Adam’s eyes. He panted, seeing the way that Adam leaned a strong arm on the bed, his other hand clenched around his cock. “God, Adam…” He let out a sound he didn’t know he was capable of making when Adam licked him from the base of his cock to the tip, tongue swirling around the head, blue eyes wicked and enjoying how he was taking Kris apart. “Yes, please…”
The feel of Adam’s wet and hot mouth slipping down his cock wasn’t a new sensation for Kris. He had more than enough experience with women, always a little stunned and grateful whenever he was on the receiving end of this pleasure. He loved getting a blow job, he loved being able to lay back and let the pleasure run through him. But it was the look in Adam’s eyes that truly did him in. He didn’t look away from Kris, giving him his entire attention, focused on nothing but giving Kris pleasure. It felt like Adam was reading Kris, seeing what gave him the most pleasure - a flick of the tongue here, hard suction there - and Kris panted and moaned and begged and gave Adam everything.
When he couldn’t lift his head to keep watching Adam, he let out a moan, head falling back on the mattress, his hands twisting the silk necktie, needing something to hold on to. He bucked into the hands holding him down on the bed, his legs curling and restless, heels digging into the mattress beside Adam’s leg as he felt Adam’s mouth sucking him and sucking him, drawing it out, seductive tongue finding all the places that made Kris lose all sense of himself, nothing but the pleasure that swept through him.
“Ahhh…yes, yes, Adam!” Kris husked out, his body flooding with heat, feeling his balls tighten, the strange wave of something sharp spreading from somewhere inside of him and moving outwards in an incredible wave. Adam was relentless, moving his mouth up and down on his cock, fast and sure, full lips slipping up and down on his skin, his mouth a perfect and steady suction, like he knew exactly what Kris needed to come, like he knew when to keep going and not let up too soon. “Ummmmmm…yes, don’t stop…”
His hips jerked and twitched as he came inside Adam’s mouth, feeling the hard swallows surround the head of his cock. Kris arched up, shaking, hands braced on the necktie and pulling hard, something to stay grounded as his entire body just seemed to fall into tiny pieces. He heard himself making so much noise, completely embarrassed with how loud he was, how utterly abandoned. Adam kept sucking on him, hands holding him so tight that Kris knew he’d probably have bruises later.
Kris fell on the bed, his body loose, sweaty, exhausted. Adam licked him gently, slipping his lips over and over on the tip, tongue flicking against the opening and lapping up everything Kris gave him. He shivered when Adam kissed his way up his body until he was leaning over him, hot mouth pressing against Kris, tongue dipping inside so that Kris would taste his come, suck it off his tongue.
“Hmmm…” Adam murmured against his lips. “My turn now.”
“Anything you want.”
Adam chuckled. “Didn’t we have this conversation? Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with you this time.”
This time. Kris wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to be so…wonderful and act like he cared, that this was anything more than a one-time arrangement. He didn’t want to ruin it or say something to insult Adam.
He opened his eyes to look up at Adam. His cheeks were flushed, blue eyes bright and happy, lips bruised and puffy. Kris leaned up to capture Adam’s bottom lip with his own, licking him gently. Adam reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer. He grinned, finding Kris’s stash of unopened box of condoms and new lube. He arched his eyebrow, opening the box and pulling out a condom packet.
“I haven’t been here long enough to bring anyone back here,” Kris said, shyly. “You should make sure that the condoms aren’t expired.”
Adam checked and then chuckled. “We’re in luck, it’s not expired.”
He sat up and moved back to his knees between Kris’s legs, flipping the cap of the lube open and squeezing out a large dollop onto Kris’s stomach. Kris flinched from the cold and then laughed, looking up at Adam. He watched the serious expression cross Adam’s face and held his breath when he met Adam’s eyes.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Okay,” Kris agreed, the sense of lethargy turning into nerves again.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
He nodded, swallowing. Kris dropped his head on the mattress, closing his eyes as Adam shifted his legs, pulling one around his waist, the other stretched out to prop against his shoulder. God, these positions…Kris took a deep breath and let out a squeak when he felt wet fingertips graze past his balls, lower, until they circled his opening. “Jesus…”
“Breathe,” Adam said, softly.
Kris forced his body to relax, gasping at the tickle-pleasure of Adam’s fingers moving against him. He took a deep breath and grunted when he felt pressure, tensing for a moment and hissing through his teeth.
“Breathe easy.”
Adam slipped his hand over his cock, fingers smoothing over the head. Kris groaned, arching his back when he felt a finger slip slowly into him.
“Yeah…”
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Adam murmured, kissing his calf muscle, nipping at him playfully.
He started to relax, moving into the gentle pace of Adam pressing his finger in and out of him. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Adam watching him intently, his eyes moving down the length of Kris’s body until he was watching his finger.
“How does it feel?”
“I’ve done this before, you know, when I jerk off.”
“Did you like it?”
“I’m not really sure.”
“Not really sure, huh?” He murmured, chuckling softly.
Kris whined, his hands clutching at the necktie, too startled by the sudden pleasure to understand what had happened. He knew, in theory anyway, about the prostate. He knew that some men were very sensitive and found it intense. He watched a lot of gay porn while on the road so Kris knew the basics. He just never understood how it felt, so different from doing this to himself with his own finger.
“Adam-it’s…”
Adam slipped his finger out, swiping through the lube on his stomach, and returning to press two fingers into him. Kris groaned, feeling himself open, hips rising to take him deeper. “Fuck, Kris, you make me so hot.”
“Do it again,” he urged, biting his lip and shifting so that whenever Adam slipped his fingers inside of him, he’d nudge against his prostate. Kris shivered with it, his cock hardening, pre-come already dripping onto his belly.
Adam twisted his fingers and Kris clenched around him, legs pulling him in tight.
“God!”
“I wouldn’t fuck you like this, not for your first time,” Adam said, his voice husky and cracked. He pulled his fingers out gently and Kris moaned at the loss of fullness. He felt Adam slip three fingers across his belly, gathering the last of the lube, and they both groaned as Adam put in one finger, then two, and then three, stretching him firmly.
There was a slight burn, but Kris went with it, knowing that it would probably ache a little. He knew that he could handle it, that Adam would take good care of him.
“I’d take you on your hands and knees for your first time, but I want to see your face.”
Kris turned his face into his arm, hiding again. Adam chuckled, shifting between Kris’s legs.
“We’ll save that for next time.”
“Shit,” Kris muttered through clenched teeth. The images…Kris couldn’t help but to see the images behind his eyes, blood coursing through his body, his cock hard again, throbbing, the fingers inside of him made him feel bruised. He whined when Adam pulled his fingers out. He heard the crinkle of foil being opened, knew from the sound that Adam was putting on his condom.
Kris opened his eyes to watch as Adam slowly rolled the condom down his length. He swallowed, nervously, looking at the size of him. Adam gave him a cool, smug smile as he reached for the lube, squeezing out a large amount onto his palm, slathering his cock, fisting it for a moment and throwing back his head, moaning throatily, letting Kris watch. It was like watching his own dirty porn and Kris blushed, meeting his eyes, knowing that Adam was going to fuck him and probably be merciless about it.
Adam wiped his hands on the sheets and leaned over the side of the bed to grab one of the pillows off the floor. He tucked it under Kris’s hips, moving his legs apart and pressing his thighs back slightly. Kris breathed harshly, his body nearly bent in half, and Adam moved to his knees, tucking in close beneath Kris’s raised hips.
“Here, like this,” he said, pulling Kris’s legs up and wrapping them around his sides. He leaned down on his elbow, his other hand disappearing between them. Kris stared into Adam’s eyes, feeling frantic and dazed, not knowing what to expect. Adam kissed him, slow, his tongue moving into Kris’s mouth, sucking gently, nipping at his lips.
Kris felt Adam’s cock stroke against him. He grabbed for the necktie, knees braced against Adam’s sides, heaving panting breaths as he stared up at Adam. “Oh God!” He closed his eyes and flung his head, twisting under Adam, legs shaking as Adam slowly pressed into him. “Oh God!” It was intense and hard and it hurt and Kris couldn’t move to avoid it. He sank into the bed, utterly unprepared for how it would feel, coming apart under Adam, and biting back whimpers. “Oh fuck!”
Adam was whispering into his ear, but Kris didn’t know what he was saying. All he could feel was Adam’s cock moving slowly into him, not giving him a chance to…Kris wasn’t sure what he wanted, whether he wanted Adam to just fuck him or if he wanted Adam to stop. He tightened his legs around Adam and lifted his hips up hard, fast, both of them groaning loudly as Adam sank into him all the way.
“Fuck!” Adam groaned, his face pressed against Kris’s neck. “Jesus, Kris, don’t-don’t fucking move!”
All he felt was a throbbing and he clenched around the cock inside of him, finding that it felt good. Adam shuddered, his hand gripping Kris’s hip, nails digging into his skin.
“Kris, I can’t-“ Adam bit Kris’s shoulder and Kris cried out in pain, twisting under him. Adam moved off of him to his elbows, staring at Kris, his hips thrusting against him hard. Kris groaned, his body lifting off the bed, pushing up against Adam. “Jesus, you’re-“
“Please! Fuck! Adam!”
He moved, no rhythm at all, legs clinging to Adam’s back, and he just let his hips rise and fall against the pillow, fucking himself on Adam’s cock. It was too good, too intense. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t understand how everything felt so fucking amazing, every stroke of Adam’s cock inside of him, intense pleasure and a dull ache - both forcing Kris to pay attention to the feeling of it.
Later, Kris would be completely embarrassed at the sounds he made, the things he demanded from Adam - fuck me, harder, come on, please, do it, don’t stop, so close, right there. Later, Kris would be mortified by the way he was so out of control, so greedy in the way that he went after his pleasure.
But for now, he chased his conquest of Adam to the end, his body strained and hurting from the abuse he was giving it, forcing the pleasure out of him. Adam was moaning and saying, fuck fuck fuck, Kris, over and over again, hissing his own pleasure. Kris remembered glimpses of Adam’s wide eyes, head flung back, biting his own lips, not holding back in how hard they were both moving against each other.
When he felt Adam’s hand wrap around his cock, Kris grunted in time to their thrusts, and he slammed his hips up, hurting against Adam’s hips, pushing his cock into Adam’s perfect grasp and fucking himself back on Adam’s cock. He tightened up everywhere, the necktie cutting into his wrists now as his hands flailed against the bed. Breathlessly, he squeezed around Adam, coming so hard that his body slammed up against Adam, whimpering helplessly as he couldn’t stop the rush, tossing him hard back on the bed, nothing but a moaning, simpering mess. He collapsed, crying out, wishing he could have his hands free so he could grab onto Adam, and he caught the look of pained ecstasy that crossed Adam’s face as he chased after his own pleasure in Kris’s body, trembling against him, hands clutching him too tight. God, he was perfect.
Kris tried to catch his breath, Adam’s weight holding him down on the bed. He didn’t care, he liked it.
Adam gently pulled out of him and slipped to his side, both panting harshly. Adam’s hand stroked down Kris’s chest, fingers slipping lower to the come on his belly, spreading it against his skin. Kris groaned when Adam gently cupped his softening cock and then lower, his balls. When Adam’s fingers gently touched his swollen and well used opening, Kris shuddered in pleasure, clenching his muscles against Adam’s questing fingers.
“Are you…in any pain?”
Kris cracked a laugh, shaking his head. “No. I’m just a little sore.”
Adam chuckled. “You’ll be more sore tomorrow, trust me.”
Kris sighed, turning his head to look at Adam’s eyes. “It’ll be a nice memory.” He fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Can you untie me now? I think my wrists are all messed up.”
“Shit, yeah, sorry,” Adam said, moving to his stomach and deftly untied the necktie. He sat up, holding Kris’s hands. “Damn, Kris, I’m sorry. Your wrists are rubbed raw. Stay here, I’m going to go look for some kind of ointment or something in your bathroom. Do you have a first aid kit or anything like that?” He wanted to chuckle when Adam slipped out of bed, heading to the master bathroom, turning on the lights. Kris turned his head and watched. What a gorgeous ass. Was there anything about Adam that wasn’t gorgeous? It was seriously unfair.
“I have no idea,” Kris said, stretching his limbs and pulling the pillow out from beneath his hips. He tossed it on the floor and took a deep breath, his fingers trailing through the drying come on his skin. He flexed his legs, finding that they were still trembling.
Adam came back with a wash cloth and what looked like a first aid kit. Kris blushed as Adam cleaned him, his touch gentle and knowing. He tossed the wash cloth towards the bathroom and then turned, pulling Kris’s wrist on his thigh. He opened the first aid kit and looked at the various ointment packets, finding something that must’ve been suitable. Kris was completely in another mind. He was flying high on endorphins or something, like he was drugged. Everything felt sore and achy and used and good. He sighed, grinning stupidly up at the ceiling.
“You’re very pleased with yourself,” Adam murmured, grinning at him. “I take it that it was everything you wanted?”
“You have no idea,” he said, closing his eyes. He made a soft noise as Adam carefully put ointment on his necktie marks, fingers warm and gentle on him. He opened his eyes when he heard the click of the first aid kit closing. Adam set it down on the floor and he slipped into bed beside Kris, arms and legs curled around him possessively. “Thank you, Adam.”
He chuckled, kissing the bite mark on Kris’s shoulder. “It was my pleasure.”
Kris couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him. He turned and looked at Adam, seeing nothing but sleepy sated pleasure on his face. “I can’t believe…” he giggled, tucking his face against Adam’s neck. “God, the things I said.”
“I loved it.” Adam moved his hands over Kris, touching him everywhere he could reach. “You know, you have me for the rest of the night. And I’m thinking that we need to expand your education into multiple directions.”
“Oh God,” Kris said, chuckling. “I don’t think my ass can take another round.”
Adam kissed him, slow and gentle. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of ointment left. And there are other things that we can do in the meantime.”
Kris just stared up at him, amazed and…he didn’t know what else to call it but happiness. He bit his lip again and then turned in Adam’s arms, ducking under his chin and pressing himself against his long body. “Jesus, Adam…” He sighed, breathing in the musky scent of him. “Anything.”
***
The annoying sound of his cell phone pulled Kris from a dreamless sleep. He reached for it, patting around his bedside table until he got it, and pulled it to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Kristopher, you’re going to be late for your meet and greet with the new label executive in charge of your next studio album.”
“Stella?” Kris opened his eyes, alert and awake. “What? What time is it?”
“It’s nearly 9 am. Your meeting is at 9:30. Haul ass, Kristopher.”
“Got it.” Kris said, ending the call. He looked over his shoulder and wasn’t surprised to see that he was alone in bed. He let out a disappointed sigh, rubbing his face with his hands, his entire body was achingly used. His wrists were a dull red from the necktie and Kris traced the marks, thinking of Adam. He knew that Adam wouldn’t have stayed and maybe Kris wouldn’t have been able to handle seeing him in the light of day, especially after everything that happened the night before - everything that Adam made Kris ask for, begged for, the sounds he made - it made him blush and it made him hot. Adam was fantastic though, perfect really; he just wished, well…if wishes were horses.
He was only five minutes late getting to RCA headquarters. Stella was waiting for him, a frown on her face as he raced across the lobby to meet her by the elevator. “God, sorry, this is so unprofessional. What a way to make a first impression, huh?”
“It’s all right. I bought us a few minutes. I told them that it was your birthday last night and that you were celebrating the successful end of your world tour. Good thing your sales numbers are high this quarter, no one made a fuss. The new guy is meeting with the CEO and taking a tour of the building. We’ll meet him at his office,” Stella told him, scrolling through her Blackberry as Kris fidgeted nervously, straightening his shirt cuff to hide the marks on his wrist, and wondering if he should’ve worn a jacket instead of his lucky plaid shirt.
“So what do you know about this guy?”
“Apparently, he’s a genius; he’s made dozens of Gold and Platinum records for every artist he’s worked with. He keeps under the radar but everyone knows who he is and wants to work with him. Every artist that he’s worked with has nothing but the best to say about him,” she murmured, off-handedly. “You should be so lucky that he wanted to take you on as his client. RCA has been wining and dining him for a year to lure him here from Atlantic.”
He followed her as she hurried down the hallways. “What’s his name?”
“There he is now,” she said, softly. “Hello! Charles, so good to see you again!”
“Stella, always a pleasure. And Kris, it’s good to see you again, welcome home. You’ve had a remarkable world tour. We’re all very proud of your work at RCA,” Charles said, grinning sharply at them.
Kris smiled at Charles Wintrop, CEO of RCA. “Thank you, sir.”
“Adam, let me introduce you to one of our favorite artists at RCA.”
Kris swallowed, thickly, as he looked at Adam Lambert. He felt his stomach drop, looking up at familiar blue eyes. “Um…”
“Hello, Kris,” Adam said, smiling kindly at him. “I’m really pleased to be working with you on your next album. I think-“
“Oh God. Excuse me,” Kris blurted, turning down the hallway in a near run, looking for a place to hide. He looked at the doors and found one marked ‘Supplies’ and prayed that it was unlocked. He reached for the knob and pushed the door in, panting hard as he walked into the cool darkness of the room. He leaned against the nearest wall, his eyes closed.
Oh God, he had sex with Adam Lambert!
Adam Lambert - his new boss, so to speak!
Adam Lambert was not an escort!
He gave Adam Lambert two thousand dollars to fuck him!
He bent over, hands on his knees, breathing raggedly. He let out a miserable groan when the door opened and he looked up to see Adam in the doorway, staring at him. He moved away, crossing the small room when Adam came inside, closing the door behind him.
“Kris-“
“I’m sorry! When you came over last night, I thought you were…oh God!” Kris said, staring at the floor. “I didn’t…oh God, you…you stayed! You knew and you…pretended to be…oh God. Did you do it to-to humiliate me?” He glared at Adam, finally understanding just how deeply mistaken he was and how deeply Adam had played him. But why?
“God no, never,” Adam said, walking to him and grabbing his arms, holding him against the wall. “Look at me, Kris.”
“I can’t believe…oh God, the things I told you…what we did-“
“You were so fucking hot,” Adam hissed, putting his hand on Kris’s face and tilting up his chin. Kris groaned when he felt Adam’s mouth cover his, firm lips that now knew what Kris liked, what he wanted. “It’s my habit to meet with artists I’m going to work with at their home, just to drop by and get to know them out of the studio. I’m sorry for deceiving you, but I’m not sorry about what happened last night. When I realized who you thought I was, I was going to just make it into a joke, put you at ease about it. But I’m not that guy. I’m a selfish bastard and I always go for what I want. And I want you.” Kris whimpered, trying to pull away but Adam held him close, trapping Kris’s arms to his sides. “Do you think I’m going to let you go so easily now, Kris?”
“I can’t-“
“There’s nothing you can ever hide from me,” Adam whispered into his ear, nipping his earlobe hard, drawing out another moan and shiver.
“Oh God…please, I can’t-“
“No more hiding, Kris,” Adam growled, holding him close. Kris made a face, trying to get away - but why did he want to get away? Adam was fucking perfect. For him. “Last night might not have been what either of us expected, but that doesn’t change a thing. I wanted you - I wanted to work with you from the very beginning of your career. I’ve been letting RCA seduce me here because I knew you were on their label and I wanted to be with you. So yeah, I’m a ruthless jerk, I know it, but I’m a jerk who will do anything you want.”
Kris bit his lip, looking up at him. Adam looked frantic, like he was scared. He was holding his breath, waiting for Kris to say something. It made Kris want to hug him, pull him close, kiss him. And he did.
“Anything?”
Adam swallowed and nodded, smiling at him. “Anything.”
The End.
Author: house_of_lantis
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, all fiction.
Rating: NC17
Warning: Light bondage. A bit of dub-con, just as a warning in case any reader is sensitive to deceptive sex. The bondage and sex are consensual.
Author’s Note: Written for harlequinkradam .
Summary: Loosely based on prompt 49. Kris is a musician who recently came out to himself. He wants to experiment with guys but is too shy (and is scared of the publicity it might bring) to go pick up guys or hook up with someone he knows. On impulse, he decides to contact an escort agency to send him someone to his house for his birthday. When he opens his door, though the guy is really hot, Kris is too nervous and embarrassed to go through with it and wants to just pay the escort and have him on his way. What Kris doesn't know is that the guy at the door is not an escort. In fact, Adam is the new exec at Kris's label who wanted to get to know the artists he'll be working with. How far will Adam play along?
*****
The soft sound of the doorbell was a shock to his system, sending a paroxysm of hot and cold down his spine, his cock hardening in nervous eagerness.
Kris leaned on his kitchen counter, trying desperately not to hyperventilate and pass out. Or vomit. All of which were extremely unattractive options, especially to the highly paid male escort on the other side of his front door. He pressed the heel of his hand against his cock, letting out a soft moan. He couldn’t walk out there with an obvious hard on. He didn’t think it was appropriate. Not that anything about this was appropriate, he chided himself. If his parents ever found out, he would never be able to face his mother again.
“What the hell was I thinking?” He muttered, trying to catch his breath. He ducked his head into his hands, running fingers messily through his hair. His heart was jumping in his chest and Kris debated whether or not to answer the door. Maybe if he didn’t answer, they would go away? But not answering would be rude, especially since Kris had hired the man in the first place, and he should at least pay him for his time. He peeked out from his kitchen to the glass doors across the room and flinched when he saw the well dressed, dark haired man on the other side give him a tentative wave. He ducked back into his kitchen, shaking his head. “Oh God, he’s gorgeous.” Of course the agency would send him someone straight out of his fantasies.
The doorbell sounded again and Kris closed his eyes, clenching his hands into tight fists, trying to get control over his nerves. When he made the call to the escort service, he wasn’t sure what to expect. But the friendly voice on the other end calmed him down and reassured him that they were discreet and safe. He blushed the whole time, whispering and stuttering the details of what he needed. He held his breath as the voice told him that she would take care of all of the arrangements and that his escort would arrive later that evening to meet him. He wanted to thank her for being so kind to him and not making him feel like a perverted loser. A total stranger was sometimes the best kind of therapist; Kris would never be able to tell anyone all the things that he told her. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to repeat any of it again.
Out of any other option, he set up the appointment. Now, he was having second thoughts - third and fourth and tenth thoughts. He couldn’t stop trembling; and he was fooling himself to deny that part of that was in anticipation of what could happen tonight. He agonized over it for hours and finally just went to the bank and withdrew a large sum of money, blushing the whole time as he wondered if the bank teller knew what he was up to just from looking at him. The money was tucked into an envelope in his back pocket, an Albatross of his weakness and his desire and…
The escort rang the doorbell again, twice in quick succession. Kris thought it sounded impatient.
He took a few deep breaths and then stepped slowly out of his kitchen, crossing the living room to the front door. He walked slowly, giving himself time to just look at the man standing at his door: Tall, impossibly Hollywood handsome and utterly in a league by himself, dressed in a dark suit, polished, black hair in some kind of artsy pompadour - Kris wanted him so badly. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, thankful that his long shirt at least covered the front of his pants, hiding his unrelenting hard on.
He opened the door and gave him a small smile. “Hi.“
“Are you Kris Allen?” The man said, his tone and smile friendly. Kris could smell his musky cologne and it made him stupidly weak in the knees.
“Yeah, but-“
“I’m Adam Lambert,” he said, looking at him quizzically. “May I come in?”
“Oh, sure, sure, yeah,” Kris said, opening the door and motioning for Adam to enter. “Sorry, I’m just nervous about this.”
Adam chuckled. It sounded friendly. “Don’t be nervous. I do this all the time and it’s not a big deal.” He looked around the house. “Nice place. I heard you’re back in town after a long world tour. It must be great to be home again. I know it’s probably too soon to think about writing and getting back into the studio to-“
Kris scratched the back of his neck, impressed by the amount of knowledge Adam had about his career. “Look, Adam…I think…I can’t do this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think this is a mistake,” Kris said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the wrinkled envelope. He held it out to Adam. “This is just, you know, for your time and all. For wasting it.”
“Excuse me?”
“This is going to sound stupid, but it’s not you, it’s all me.” Kris sighed. “You’re gorgeous, I mean…you’re unreal; everything about you is, uh, perfect. But…I don’t…I can’t, uh…please, just, um, take it. I’m sorry.”
He watched as Adam reached for the envelope, taking it hesitantly. He opened it up, thumbing the new hundred dollar bills. He glanced up at Kris, arching his eyebrow, lips curled into a small smile. Kris bit his bottom lip, wondering if he got the amount wrong.
“It was for two thousand, right? I mean, if you want more-“
“This is fine,” Adam said, folding the lip of the envelope down and then placing it on a nearby table. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you wanted and we can go from there.”
Kris grimaced and shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets. “It’s my birthday.”
“Happy birthday,” Adam said, smiling.
“And I’ve been, um, on tour for the past eight months so it’s not like I could, you know, be with anyone.”
Adam raised his eyebrow. “No groupies? No fuck buddies with your band or crew?”
“God, no!” Kris said, chuckling nervously. “They’re my friends. We’re not…it wouldn’t have been good for our, you know, tour family. Too much drama.”
“Smart.” He said, stepping towards Kris. “So you decided that it was just easier to hire someone for the night rather than go out there and try to make an actual connection?”
“I know. It’s so pathetic, right?” Kris said, rolling his eyes.
“It’s not,” Adam said, softly. “This town doesn’t always give people a chance to make a connection, real or otherwise. Sometimes, it’s easier to just have something uncomplicated to satisfy a need. At least you know with me, I’m a sure thing; and you don’t have to worry if I’m with you because you’re famous.”
“Thanks for saying that, but you don’t have to be nice. I mean…” Kris took a deep breath. “I don’t think my record label or my management would approve of me going out to the clubs and just hooking up with random strangers who might want to sell the story to tabloids or whatever.”
“That’s a very jaded point of view,” Adam murmured, looking at Kris. “Not that you’re wrong, though.”
“And the agency said that you were discreet, that they had a celebrity clientele and no one had ever, you know, talked.”
Adam nodded, giving him a small grin. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Yeah, well, thank you, um, you know.”
Adam took another step so he was just inches from Kris. He raised his hand and cupped Kris’s face, thumb moving gently across his bottom lip. Kris trembled, looking into blue eyes. He didn’t know that he had licked his lip, tasting the salt of Adam’s skin. He watched as Adam inhaled quickly and Kris let out a quiet moan when Adam pressed his thumb harder against his lip, slipping a little bit into his mouth to caress his tongue.
“What did you want tonight?” He said, smoothing his wet thumb across Kris’s bottom lip, dropping his eyes to look at Kris’s mouth.
“I just…um, I wanted…”
“To get fucked?” Adam said, tilting Kris’s chin so that he had to look up to meet Adam’s serious gaze. He must’ve seen something there that answered his question because Kris couldn’t really hold a conversation with Adam so close to him. “You’ve never been with a man before.”
“No.”
“Good,” Adam murmured, looking into his eyes. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” Kris whispered, his breathing shallow. Adam smelled even better up close. He was even more handsome - pale pink lips, freckles, and dark eyeliner around his eyes.
“What else?”
Kris swallowed, slanting his eyes away. “I thought that they would’ve told you.”
“I want to hear it from you,” he said, nudging Kris’s chin to get his attention. “Don’t hide from me, Kris. After tonight, there’s nothing that you’ll be able to hide from me.”
Kris blushed as he whimpered, breathing fast. “I…I wanted…”
“Tell me,” Adam murmured, his other hand slipping around Kris’s waist, slipping under his shirt. Kris startled at his warm touch on his skin and he took a step closer, pressing against Adam, feeling him hard and hot against him. “What did you want to happen tonight?”
“Anything.”
Adam chuckled, licking at Kris’s lip. “Really? Anything? I have a very active imagination and a very open mind. My version of ‘anything’ may not be what you’re looking for, Kris. Want me to go down the list of kinks?” He laughed softly when Kris just stared at him, mouth parted, face hot with embarrassment. “How do you feel about being whipped? Hmmm…do you like golden showers? Felching? Scat? Blood play? Fisting?”
“God, I don’t even know what any of that is,” Kris murmured, making a face.
“I could always tie you up…ohhhhh, I see, that’s your kink,” Adam said, smiling slightly. Kris wasn’t sure what kind of reaction Adam saw in him, but he felt his face blaze up and he dropped his eyes from Adam’s knowing gaze. He gasped when Adam gripped him firmly by the back of the neck, kissing him roughly. Kris sucked on his tongue, panting noisily against Adam’s mouth, keeping his mouth busy from actually begging for more. “Bondage can be extremely freeing when it’s done correctly.”
“Oh God-“
“Where’s your bedroom?”
***
Kris hid his eyes against the crook of his elbow, his arms stretched above him and his wrists tied to the corner of the bed with one of his neckties that Adam found in his closet. He felt so exposed and vulnerable; he couldn’t look up at Adam, too afraid that he’d come and embarrass himself; too afraid of what was on Adam’s face, seeing him like this, naked and stretched out, open for all kinds of dirty pleasure.
Adam pushed his thighs apart, kneeling between his legs. His thumbs made circles on the sensitive skin where his thigh met his groin, teasing touches that made Kris moan and arch against him, need more of his touch, needing Adam to touch his cock.
“You’re going to tell me what you want,” Adam said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m not going to do anything unless you tell me what you want.”
“Adam, please-“
“I like it when you say my name like that,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on Kris’s belly, licking a teasing line across his skin. “Tell me what you want, Kris.”
“Touch me.”
Kris bit his lip when Adam’s warm hands moved up and down his chest, over his stomach, over his hips, across his thighs, fingertips just grazing his skin. Kris shifted, trying to hook his legs more firmly around Adam’s hips, urging him without words for more.
“God, you-you’re just being cruel.”
“I’m touching you. Be more specific if you want something different.”
Kris groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to hide his entire face with his arm. “Adam, please…touch my cock.”
The large hand that wrapped around his cock had Kris stifling a moan. He thrust his hips, pushing his cock through Adam’s hand, demanding and frustrated.
“How do you want me to touch you? Do you want it slow, like this?” He dragged his hand from the base of his cock to the tip, adding a delicious twist at the head. Kris jerked into the teasing stroke, biting his lip as his hips moved with his hand. “Or maybe you want it fast.” Kris threw back his head, shuddering as Adam’s hand moved swiftly up and down the length of his cock, his grip tightening when it reached the tip, the friction dry and hot on his skin.
“Fast,” Kris panted, turning his head against the mattress, licking his dry lips. “Fast, like that. Please.”
Adam stroked him hard and fast and then stopped, tightening his hold just under the flared head of his cock. Kris was breathless, whimpering at him.
“You’re too close,” Adam murmured. Kris could hear the smile in his tone. “You want to come, but not like this. Tell me what else you want.”
“Your…mouth,” he whispered, turning his face into his arm again.
“I want that, too,” Adam said, softly. “But you have to watch me, Kris. I’ll suck your cock, but you have to look at me while I do it.”
“Oh God-“
“I can do this all night, keep you right on the edge, and not let you come.” Adam twisted his hand, his thumb circling the head, spreading the wetness on the tip.
“Oh shit.”
“I bet you taste so good.”
“Please!”
“Open your eyes and watch me,” Adam murmured. Kris felt him lean over him, warm breath enveloping the tip. “If you want it, then you have to watch me give it to you.”
Kris opened his eyes, blinking at the ceiling. He lifted his head and looked down his body, meeting Adam’s eyes. He panted, seeing the way that Adam leaned a strong arm on the bed, his other hand clenched around his cock. “God, Adam…” He let out a sound he didn’t know he was capable of making when Adam licked him from the base of his cock to the tip, tongue swirling around the head, blue eyes wicked and enjoying how he was taking Kris apart. “Yes, please…”
The feel of Adam’s wet and hot mouth slipping down his cock wasn’t a new sensation for Kris. He had more than enough experience with women, always a little stunned and grateful whenever he was on the receiving end of this pleasure. He loved getting a blow job, he loved being able to lay back and let the pleasure run through him. But it was the look in Adam’s eyes that truly did him in. He didn’t look away from Kris, giving him his entire attention, focused on nothing but giving Kris pleasure. It felt like Adam was reading Kris, seeing what gave him the most pleasure - a flick of the tongue here, hard suction there - and Kris panted and moaned and begged and gave Adam everything.
When he couldn’t lift his head to keep watching Adam, he let out a moan, head falling back on the mattress, his hands twisting the silk necktie, needing something to hold on to. He bucked into the hands holding him down on the bed, his legs curling and restless, heels digging into the mattress beside Adam’s leg as he felt Adam’s mouth sucking him and sucking him, drawing it out, seductive tongue finding all the places that made Kris lose all sense of himself, nothing but the pleasure that swept through him.
“Ahhh…yes, yes, Adam!” Kris husked out, his body flooding with heat, feeling his balls tighten, the strange wave of something sharp spreading from somewhere inside of him and moving outwards in an incredible wave. Adam was relentless, moving his mouth up and down on his cock, fast and sure, full lips slipping up and down on his skin, his mouth a perfect and steady suction, like he knew exactly what Kris needed to come, like he knew when to keep going and not let up too soon. “Ummmmmm…yes, don’t stop…”
His hips jerked and twitched as he came inside Adam’s mouth, feeling the hard swallows surround the head of his cock. Kris arched up, shaking, hands braced on the necktie and pulling hard, something to stay grounded as his entire body just seemed to fall into tiny pieces. He heard himself making so much noise, completely embarrassed with how loud he was, how utterly abandoned. Adam kept sucking on him, hands holding him so tight that Kris knew he’d probably have bruises later.
Kris fell on the bed, his body loose, sweaty, exhausted. Adam licked him gently, slipping his lips over and over on the tip, tongue flicking against the opening and lapping up everything Kris gave him. He shivered when Adam kissed his way up his body until he was leaning over him, hot mouth pressing against Kris, tongue dipping inside so that Kris would taste his come, suck it off his tongue.
“Hmmm…” Adam murmured against his lips. “My turn now.”
“Anything you want.”
Adam chuckled. “Didn’t we have this conversation? Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with you this time.”
This time. Kris wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to be so…wonderful and act like he cared, that this was anything more than a one-time arrangement. He didn’t want to ruin it or say something to insult Adam.
He opened his eyes to look up at Adam. His cheeks were flushed, blue eyes bright and happy, lips bruised and puffy. Kris leaned up to capture Adam’s bottom lip with his own, licking him gently. Adam reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer. He grinned, finding Kris’s stash of unopened box of condoms and new lube. He arched his eyebrow, opening the box and pulling out a condom packet.
“I haven’t been here long enough to bring anyone back here,” Kris said, shyly. “You should make sure that the condoms aren’t expired.”
Adam checked and then chuckled. “We’re in luck, it’s not expired.”
He sat up and moved back to his knees between Kris’s legs, flipping the cap of the lube open and squeezing out a large dollop onto Kris’s stomach. Kris flinched from the cold and then laughed, looking up at Adam. He watched the serious expression cross Adam’s face and held his breath when he met Adam’s eyes.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Okay,” Kris agreed, the sense of lethargy turning into nerves again.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
He nodded, swallowing. Kris dropped his head on the mattress, closing his eyes as Adam shifted his legs, pulling one around his waist, the other stretched out to prop against his shoulder. God, these positions…Kris took a deep breath and let out a squeak when he felt wet fingertips graze past his balls, lower, until they circled his opening. “Jesus…”
“Breathe,” Adam said, softly.
Kris forced his body to relax, gasping at the tickle-pleasure of Adam’s fingers moving against him. He took a deep breath and grunted when he felt pressure, tensing for a moment and hissing through his teeth.
“Breathe easy.”
Adam slipped his hand over his cock, fingers smoothing over the head. Kris groaned, arching his back when he felt a finger slip slowly into him.
“Yeah…”
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Adam murmured, kissing his calf muscle, nipping at him playfully.
He started to relax, moving into the gentle pace of Adam pressing his finger in and out of him. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Adam watching him intently, his eyes moving down the length of Kris’s body until he was watching his finger.
“How does it feel?”
“I’ve done this before, you know, when I jerk off.”
“Did you like it?”
“I’m not really sure.”
“Not really sure, huh?” He murmured, chuckling softly.
Kris whined, his hands clutching at the necktie, too startled by the sudden pleasure to understand what had happened. He knew, in theory anyway, about the prostate. He knew that some men were very sensitive and found it intense. He watched a lot of gay porn while on the road so Kris knew the basics. He just never understood how it felt, so different from doing this to himself with his own finger.
“Adam-it’s…”
Adam slipped his finger out, swiping through the lube on his stomach, and returning to press two fingers into him. Kris groaned, feeling himself open, hips rising to take him deeper. “Fuck, Kris, you make me so hot.”
“Do it again,” he urged, biting his lip and shifting so that whenever Adam slipped his fingers inside of him, he’d nudge against his prostate. Kris shivered with it, his cock hardening, pre-come already dripping onto his belly.
Adam twisted his fingers and Kris clenched around him, legs pulling him in tight.
“God!”
“I wouldn’t fuck you like this, not for your first time,” Adam said, his voice husky and cracked. He pulled his fingers out gently and Kris moaned at the loss of fullness. He felt Adam slip three fingers across his belly, gathering the last of the lube, and they both groaned as Adam put in one finger, then two, and then three, stretching him firmly.
There was a slight burn, but Kris went with it, knowing that it would probably ache a little. He knew that he could handle it, that Adam would take good care of him.
“I’d take you on your hands and knees for your first time, but I want to see your face.”
Kris turned his face into his arm, hiding again. Adam chuckled, shifting between Kris’s legs.
“We’ll save that for next time.”
“Shit,” Kris muttered through clenched teeth. The images…Kris couldn’t help but to see the images behind his eyes, blood coursing through his body, his cock hard again, throbbing, the fingers inside of him made him feel bruised. He whined when Adam pulled his fingers out. He heard the crinkle of foil being opened, knew from the sound that Adam was putting on his condom.
Kris opened his eyes to watch as Adam slowly rolled the condom down his length. He swallowed, nervously, looking at the size of him. Adam gave him a cool, smug smile as he reached for the lube, squeezing out a large amount onto his palm, slathering his cock, fisting it for a moment and throwing back his head, moaning throatily, letting Kris watch. It was like watching his own dirty porn and Kris blushed, meeting his eyes, knowing that Adam was going to fuck him and probably be merciless about it.
Adam wiped his hands on the sheets and leaned over the side of the bed to grab one of the pillows off the floor. He tucked it under Kris’s hips, moving his legs apart and pressing his thighs back slightly. Kris breathed harshly, his body nearly bent in half, and Adam moved to his knees, tucking in close beneath Kris’s raised hips.
“Here, like this,” he said, pulling Kris’s legs up and wrapping them around his sides. He leaned down on his elbow, his other hand disappearing between them. Kris stared into Adam’s eyes, feeling frantic and dazed, not knowing what to expect. Adam kissed him, slow, his tongue moving into Kris’s mouth, sucking gently, nipping at his lips.
Kris felt Adam’s cock stroke against him. He grabbed for the necktie, knees braced against Adam’s sides, heaving panting breaths as he stared up at Adam. “Oh God!” He closed his eyes and flung his head, twisting under Adam, legs shaking as Adam slowly pressed into him. “Oh God!” It was intense and hard and it hurt and Kris couldn’t move to avoid it. He sank into the bed, utterly unprepared for how it would feel, coming apart under Adam, and biting back whimpers. “Oh fuck!”
Adam was whispering into his ear, but Kris didn’t know what he was saying. All he could feel was Adam’s cock moving slowly into him, not giving him a chance to…Kris wasn’t sure what he wanted, whether he wanted Adam to just fuck him or if he wanted Adam to stop. He tightened his legs around Adam and lifted his hips up hard, fast, both of them groaning loudly as Adam sank into him all the way.
“Fuck!” Adam groaned, his face pressed against Kris’s neck. “Jesus, Kris, don’t-don’t fucking move!”
All he felt was a throbbing and he clenched around the cock inside of him, finding that it felt good. Adam shuddered, his hand gripping Kris’s hip, nails digging into his skin.
“Kris, I can’t-“ Adam bit Kris’s shoulder and Kris cried out in pain, twisting under him. Adam moved off of him to his elbows, staring at Kris, his hips thrusting against him hard. Kris groaned, his body lifting off the bed, pushing up against Adam. “Jesus, you’re-“
“Please! Fuck! Adam!”
He moved, no rhythm at all, legs clinging to Adam’s back, and he just let his hips rise and fall against the pillow, fucking himself on Adam’s cock. It was too good, too intense. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t understand how everything felt so fucking amazing, every stroke of Adam’s cock inside of him, intense pleasure and a dull ache - both forcing Kris to pay attention to the feeling of it.
Later, Kris would be completely embarrassed at the sounds he made, the things he demanded from Adam - fuck me, harder, come on, please, do it, don’t stop, so close, right there. Later, Kris would be mortified by the way he was so out of control, so greedy in the way that he went after his pleasure.
But for now, he chased his conquest of Adam to the end, his body strained and hurting from the abuse he was giving it, forcing the pleasure out of him. Adam was moaning and saying, fuck fuck fuck, Kris, over and over again, hissing his own pleasure. Kris remembered glimpses of Adam’s wide eyes, head flung back, biting his own lips, not holding back in how hard they were both moving against each other.
When he felt Adam’s hand wrap around his cock, Kris grunted in time to their thrusts, and he slammed his hips up, hurting against Adam’s hips, pushing his cock into Adam’s perfect grasp and fucking himself back on Adam’s cock. He tightened up everywhere, the necktie cutting into his wrists now as his hands flailed against the bed. Breathlessly, he squeezed around Adam, coming so hard that his body slammed up against Adam, whimpering helplessly as he couldn’t stop the rush, tossing him hard back on the bed, nothing but a moaning, simpering mess. He collapsed, crying out, wishing he could have his hands free so he could grab onto Adam, and he caught the look of pained ecstasy that crossed Adam’s face as he chased after his own pleasure in Kris’s body, trembling against him, hands clutching him too tight. God, he was perfect.
Kris tried to catch his breath, Adam’s weight holding him down on the bed. He didn’t care, he liked it.
Adam gently pulled out of him and slipped to his side, both panting harshly. Adam’s hand stroked down Kris’s chest, fingers slipping lower to the come on his belly, spreading it against his skin. Kris groaned when Adam gently cupped his softening cock and then lower, his balls. When Adam’s fingers gently touched his swollen and well used opening, Kris shuddered in pleasure, clenching his muscles against Adam’s questing fingers.
“Are you…in any pain?”
Kris cracked a laugh, shaking his head. “No. I’m just a little sore.”
Adam chuckled. “You’ll be more sore tomorrow, trust me.”
Kris sighed, turning his head to look at Adam’s eyes. “It’ll be a nice memory.” He fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Can you untie me now? I think my wrists are all messed up.”
“Shit, yeah, sorry,” Adam said, moving to his stomach and deftly untied the necktie. He sat up, holding Kris’s hands. “Damn, Kris, I’m sorry. Your wrists are rubbed raw. Stay here, I’m going to go look for some kind of ointment or something in your bathroom. Do you have a first aid kit or anything like that?” He wanted to chuckle when Adam slipped out of bed, heading to the master bathroom, turning on the lights. Kris turned his head and watched. What a gorgeous ass. Was there anything about Adam that wasn’t gorgeous? It was seriously unfair.
“I have no idea,” Kris said, stretching his limbs and pulling the pillow out from beneath his hips. He tossed it on the floor and took a deep breath, his fingers trailing through the drying come on his skin. He flexed his legs, finding that they were still trembling.
Adam came back with a wash cloth and what looked like a first aid kit. Kris blushed as Adam cleaned him, his touch gentle and knowing. He tossed the wash cloth towards the bathroom and then turned, pulling Kris’s wrist on his thigh. He opened the first aid kit and looked at the various ointment packets, finding something that must’ve been suitable. Kris was completely in another mind. He was flying high on endorphins or something, like he was drugged. Everything felt sore and achy and used and good. He sighed, grinning stupidly up at the ceiling.
“You’re very pleased with yourself,” Adam murmured, grinning at him. “I take it that it was everything you wanted?”
“You have no idea,” he said, closing his eyes. He made a soft noise as Adam carefully put ointment on his necktie marks, fingers warm and gentle on him. He opened his eyes when he heard the click of the first aid kit closing. Adam set it down on the floor and he slipped into bed beside Kris, arms and legs curled around him possessively. “Thank you, Adam.”
He chuckled, kissing the bite mark on Kris’s shoulder. “It was my pleasure.”
Kris couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him. He turned and looked at Adam, seeing nothing but sleepy sated pleasure on his face. “I can’t believe…” he giggled, tucking his face against Adam’s neck. “God, the things I said.”
“I loved it.” Adam moved his hands over Kris, touching him everywhere he could reach. “You know, you have me for the rest of the night. And I’m thinking that we need to expand your education into multiple directions.”
“Oh God,” Kris said, chuckling. “I don’t think my ass can take another round.”
Adam kissed him, slow and gentle. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of ointment left. And there are other things that we can do in the meantime.”
Kris just stared up at him, amazed and…he didn’t know what else to call it but happiness. He bit his lip again and then turned in Adam’s arms, ducking under his chin and pressing himself against his long body. “Jesus, Adam…” He sighed, breathing in the musky scent of him. “Anything.”
***
The annoying sound of his cell phone pulled Kris from a dreamless sleep. He reached for it, patting around his bedside table until he got it, and pulled it to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Kristopher, you’re going to be late for your meet and greet with the new label executive in charge of your next studio album.”
“Stella?” Kris opened his eyes, alert and awake. “What? What time is it?”
“It’s nearly 9 am. Your meeting is at 9:30. Haul ass, Kristopher.”
“Got it.” Kris said, ending the call. He looked over his shoulder and wasn’t surprised to see that he was alone in bed. He let out a disappointed sigh, rubbing his face with his hands, his entire body was achingly used. His wrists were a dull red from the necktie and Kris traced the marks, thinking of Adam. He knew that Adam wouldn’t have stayed and maybe Kris wouldn’t have been able to handle seeing him in the light of day, especially after everything that happened the night before - everything that Adam made Kris ask for, begged for, the sounds he made - it made him blush and it made him hot. Adam was fantastic though, perfect really; he just wished, well…if wishes were horses.
He was only five minutes late getting to RCA headquarters. Stella was waiting for him, a frown on her face as he raced across the lobby to meet her by the elevator. “God, sorry, this is so unprofessional. What a way to make a first impression, huh?”
“It’s all right. I bought us a few minutes. I told them that it was your birthday last night and that you were celebrating the successful end of your world tour. Good thing your sales numbers are high this quarter, no one made a fuss. The new guy is meeting with the CEO and taking a tour of the building. We’ll meet him at his office,” Stella told him, scrolling through her Blackberry as Kris fidgeted nervously, straightening his shirt cuff to hide the marks on his wrist, and wondering if he should’ve worn a jacket instead of his lucky plaid shirt.
“So what do you know about this guy?”
“Apparently, he’s a genius; he’s made dozens of Gold and Platinum records for every artist he’s worked with. He keeps under the radar but everyone knows who he is and wants to work with him. Every artist that he’s worked with has nothing but the best to say about him,” she murmured, off-handedly. “You should be so lucky that he wanted to take you on as his client. RCA has been wining and dining him for a year to lure him here from Atlantic.”
He followed her as she hurried down the hallways. “What’s his name?”
“There he is now,” she said, softly. “Hello! Charles, so good to see you again!”
“Stella, always a pleasure. And Kris, it’s good to see you again, welcome home. You’ve had a remarkable world tour. We’re all very proud of your work at RCA,” Charles said, grinning sharply at them.
Kris smiled at Charles Wintrop, CEO of RCA. “Thank you, sir.”
“Adam, let me introduce you to one of our favorite artists at RCA.”
Kris swallowed, thickly, as he looked at Adam Lambert. He felt his stomach drop, looking up at familiar blue eyes. “Um…”
“Hello, Kris,” Adam said, smiling kindly at him. “I’m really pleased to be working with you on your next album. I think-“
“Oh God. Excuse me,” Kris blurted, turning down the hallway in a near run, looking for a place to hide. He looked at the doors and found one marked ‘Supplies’ and prayed that it was unlocked. He reached for the knob and pushed the door in, panting hard as he walked into the cool darkness of the room. He leaned against the nearest wall, his eyes closed.
Oh God, he had sex with Adam Lambert!
Adam Lambert - his new boss, so to speak!
Adam Lambert was not an escort!
He gave Adam Lambert two thousand dollars to fuck him!
He bent over, hands on his knees, breathing raggedly. He let out a miserable groan when the door opened and he looked up to see Adam in the doorway, staring at him. He moved away, crossing the small room when Adam came inside, closing the door behind him.
“Kris-“
“I’m sorry! When you came over last night, I thought you were…oh God!” Kris said, staring at the floor. “I didn’t…oh God, you…you stayed! You knew and you…pretended to be…oh God. Did you do it to-to humiliate me?” He glared at Adam, finally understanding just how deeply mistaken he was and how deeply Adam had played him. But why?
“God no, never,” Adam said, walking to him and grabbing his arms, holding him against the wall. “Look at me, Kris.”
“I can’t believe…oh God, the things I told you…what we did-“
“You were so fucking hot,” Adam hissed, putting his hand on Kris’s face and tilting up his chin. Kris groaned when he felt Adam’s mouth cover his, firm lips that now knew what Kris liked, what he wanted. “It’s my habit to meet with artists I’m going to work with at their home, just to drop by and get to know them out of the studio. I’m sorry for deceiving you, but I’m not sorry about what happened last night. When I realized who you thought I was, I was going to just make it into a joke, put you at ease about it. But I’m not that guy. I’m a selfish bastard and I always go for what I want. And I want you.” Kris whimpered, trying to pull away but Adam held him close, trapping Kris’s arms to his sides. “Do you think I’m going to let you go so easily now, Kris?”
“I can’t-“
“There’s nothing you can ever hide from me,” Adam whispered into his ear, nipping his earlobe hard, drawing out another moan and shiver.
“Oh God…please, I can’t-“
“No more hiding, Kris,” Adam growled, holding him close. Kris made a face, trying to get away - but why did he want to get away? Adam was fucking perfect. For him. “Last night might not have been what either of us expected, but that doesn’t change a thing. I wanted you - I wanted to work with you from the very beginning of your career. I’ve been letting RCA seduce me here because I knew you were on their label and I wanted to be with you. So yeah, I’m a ruthless jerk, I know it, but I’m a jerk who will do anything you want.”
Kris bit his lip, looking up at him. Adam looked frantic, like he was scared. He was holding his breath, waiting for Kris to say something. It made Kris want to hug him, pull him close, kiss him. And he did.
“Anything?”
Adam swallowed and nodded, smiling at him. “Anything.”
The End.