Sing Without A Song (8/8: If You Love It)
Title: Sing Without A Song (8/8: If You Love It)
Author: itsmadeofgold
Word Count: ~6800
Rating: NC-17 like yeah.
Beta: norosegarden ♥ ♥ ♥
Disclaimer: 100% fiction.
Summary: The gripping conclusion, in which Kris opens the door.
A/N: I really, really hope y'all enjoy this. Thanks to everybody who's been so lovely to me about this story, you don't know how much it means. ♥
Previous chapters: You Walked Into The Room | Just Like The Ocean | Time Will Be The Thief | This Is All So Prototype | He Brings Me Sugar | Thought I Tripped on a Shoelace | It is Delicate and Lovely
Kris grabbed his phone as he rolled out of bed, his habit of checking his messages the moment he was conscious persisting despite his confusion about what time it was and what was happening. He was bleary as he padded down the hallway in his boxers, his body responding to the knocking on the door before his mind had even sorted out what it was. The light coming in through the windows seemed to indicate that it was mid-morning, which meant he should be at work, and that just added to his general confusion.
Oh, right. He abruptly remembered talking to Adam and then calling in sick; rolling around in bed all night wondering what was going to happen. He stopped dead in the middle of the living room, forgetting why he was awake in the first place and looking down at his phone to see if any more clues had come in since he'd been sleeping.
There were no calls or messages on his phone. Kris frowned, then looked up at the door as another round of pounding started.
"Hold on," he said, vaguely irritated as he looked around the room for something to put on; he didn't want to answer the door in his underwear. He grabbed a dirty t-shirt from the back of the couch and threw it on, then walked quickly to the door and opened it a crack, leaning around so that only his head and the tops of his shoulders would show. He started to put on his "you caught me at a bad moment" face and say "hello," but his mouth opened and stayed that way when he saw Adam on his doorstep.
Kris stood up straight, the door falling open as his hand slipped off the knob. Adam was smirking, leaning back against the railing. He had his hands in his pants pockets - they were the pants he'd had on last night, Kris realized. The rumpled, half-unbuttoned silver shirt that Adam now wore was last night's crisp and glimmering tuxedo shirt, the jacket and bowtie long gone. His hair was drooping, his eye makeup smudged in great black smears on either side of his face. He looked truly exhausted, but his face was somehow beaming.
The shocked "O" of Kris's mouth began to shift as Adam's smile widened and he stood up, eventually finding its way into the shape of a delighted, awe-filled grin. Adam took a step forward.
"You must be a heavy sleeper," he said. "I was starting to be afraid I had the wrong place." He took another step, reaching his arms out to place a hand on each of Kris's hips. Kris's arms immediately moved to wind around Adam's neck; despite the fact that his brain felt like it was sizzling, somehow his muscles seemed to know exactly what to do.
"How did you..." Kris said. "I mean, I'm so... wow. I just... how did you?"
"I told my assistant to find you," Adam said, shrugging and ducking his head down to bring his face closer to Kris's. "It ended up being pretty easy actually."
"Easy, hm?" Kris said, tilting his head up and moving forward, bringing his lips to just a breath away from Adam's. He felt Adam's grip on his hips tighten.
"That part was, yeah," Adam said softly, then leaned forward a fraction of an inch, brushing his lips along Kris's briefly then pulling back with a satisfied humming noise. Kris moved up for more, but he ducked away, moving instead to his neck. As Adam spoke Kris could feel his lips moving against his skin, and shivered. "Did you know," he continued. "That there are no direct flights from Los Angeles to Little Rock? Ever?"
"I didn't know that," Kris said, panting, his head falling to one side as he pushed up further on his tiptoes.
"Well, there aren't," Adam said. "I actually had to charter a plane." His tongue slipped out, licking a thin stripe from Kris's collarbone to the underside of his jaw. Kris made a plaintive noise, his fingers gripping Adam's shirt.
"That," Kris breathed, trying to maintain any composure at all and not doing a great job at it. He guessed the fact that he was even holding onto the thread of the conversation was praiseworthy in itself. "Sounds... expensive."
"I think it will be more than worth it," Adam said, taking a step forward and moving Kris with him, pushing him into the door frame. Adam thrust his hips into Kris, one hand moving up to cup Kris's cheek and turn his face toward him. They stood there for just a moment, looking at each other; Kris's face was burning red, his heart stuttering manically. He looked up into Adam's intense, smoky eyes, the pink pout of his lips as he licked them, the tumble of tousled red and black hair that fell down over his forehead, and the realization that Adam was really here came on him like an electric shock and he stifled a gasp.
In the same moment, Adam was moving down toward him, pressing his lips firmly into Kris's and pulling him in close. Adam growled into Kris's mouth as he stood upright, winding one arm tight around Kris's waist, pulling him up. Kris opened his mouth as his breath hitched; he tightened his grip around Adam's neck and crushed into him with an intensity that surprised them both. He heard himself whimpering but couldn't seem to make it stop, his mind too focused on attempting to believe this was real to worry about it.
Their situation might've been difficult, and there might've been a few tough conversations waiting right on the other side of this morning, but first they had this. First they got to say hello, and Kris's head swam with the possibilities of the very good day he was suddenly beginning. He pulled back just slightly, lightened the kiss, and took a moment to enjoy Adam's lips. Funny how familiar they were.
Adam took Kris's bottom lip between his teeth with a playful snarl as he ground his hips into him again.
"So," he whispered. "Do you want me to get you naked out here, or would you like to invite me inside?"
"Mmm, come in," Kris said against Adam's mouth, moving quickly to the side and around the doorframe, walking backward on tiptoe and dragging Adam in behind him. Adam kicked the door shut.
For just the tiniest split second Kris wanted to be embarrassed to have Adam in his apartment - it was so small and plain, not to mention perpetually messy - but then Adam moved over him, into him, bending him backward in a breath-stealing kiss, and suddenly the dust on the coffee table and dishes in the sink ceased to exist right along with everything else in the universe that wasn't Adam.
"So, I've had all night to think about this," Adam muttered into Kris's skin. "And I decided I want to start by kissing you until you can't breathe."
Kris murmured assent into the corner of Adam's jaw, where his mouth had moved to explore when Adam broke away to speak. Kris loved that spot and kind of wanted to camp out there. It was soft and hidden but angular and masculine, and it smelled so good right there at his hairline.
He already felt like he was barely breathing, but if Adam wanted to push his limits, he wasn't going to complain.
"And then," Adam said. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your name." Kris felt his knees wobble. This was going to happen. Today. Right now. "I don't really care how we get from one to the other. Let's just see how it goes."
Kris nodded, ducking in his head as he did so to move his lips along Adam's collarbone, nosing his half-buttoned shirt out of the way as he went. With one hand he swept the shirt back off from Adam's shoulder while the other came down to begin working on the remaining buttons. When the shirt was open it fell to the floor, and Adam reached behind Kris to grab the hem of his t-shirt, yanking it over his head.
Kris wound his arms around Adam's waist and began laying kisses on his freckled chest, realizing with a sudden shock that he'd never seen it before.
Adam glanced around the room, seeming to assess his options, then must have decided that simplest was best, as he turned and maneuvered Kris a few steps to the couch. Adam sat Kris on the couch then straddled him, his body seeming to be everywhere on and around Kris at once. He put a hand on either side of Kris's face, tilting his head up and holding him as he leaned in to kiss.
He seemed to have a list of kisses he wanted to go through, things to try, experiments to undertake. He was sinuously deliberate as he explored Kris's mouth; beginning with a series of velvet-soft brushes of their lips, in a circle around Kris's mouth like he was tasting each part separately, then growing more and more firm. Kris's mouth moved with Adam's when it opened, and their kiss deepened as Adam continued exploring with his lips and tongue, seeming to catalog Kris's mouth and all it could do.
This was familiar. It reminded Kris of being in the car with Adam the first night they'd met, the smooth and deliberate focus of Adam's kissing, how single-minded he was. It was even more this time, though; there was an edge to it. It was possessiveness, Kris thought, and he liked that idea a lot.
And Adam had been right: Kris was forgetting to breathe. He was beginning to feel lightheaded as he swept his tongue through Adam's mouth, his lips tingling when he broke away with a gasp, burying his head in Adam's chest as he caught his breath.
When Kris looked up he saw Adam's neck and dove into it, nipping and sucking at it as Adam began writhing over him, grinding his hips in time with Kris's mouth.
"Oh god," Adam sighed. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"Well," Kris said in between bites. "We did the bit where you kissed me until I couldn't breathe... I really liked it, too. Now I guess we're moving on to the next part." He sucked at Adam's pulse point, flicking it with his tongue, his hands moving down Adam's back and then winding in to begin unbuckling his belt. Adam groaned, thrusting into Kris one more time before pushing himself up to kick off his boots and allow Kris to push his pants down and off, flinging them to the end of the couch.
When Adam lowered himself again and Kris felt the hard length of Adam's cock against his own separated only by the thin cotton of his boxers, he shuddered. Adam twisted, laying Kris back on the couch and himself over him.
"So how do you like it?" Adam said. He shifted to the side, moving his hands down to help Kris out of his boxers.
"Hmm?" Kris said shakily.
Adam ran his hand lightly over Kris's cock on the way back up, his eyes turned down to watch, and Kris hissed at the slight contact. He couldn't believe how tightly wound he was.
"What do you want to do?" Adam continued. "I have at least a dozen ideas just for the couch. But I'm here for you, so the most important thing is that it's what you want. Tell me how you like it, baby." He winked.
Kris reached up to put his hands on Adam's face and pulled him into a kiss. He took his time, mimicking Adam's attentive and deliberate exploration, considering his answer while also drawing out Adam's anticipation.
"I just want," he said, his hips pushing up into Adam, his body trying to find some way to get closer. "I just want you. You to be in me." Kissing. "Quickly." More kisses. "Right now. Now."
"Fuck, Kris," Adam said. "How do you..." but the rest of the sentence was lost as Adam's speech seemed to devolve into growling then was cut off completely by Kris's mouth. Adam's ran his hand down Kris's side and over his hip to cup his ass, kneading it appreciatively as he pulled him closer.
"I know you haven't done this in a while, but please tell me you have lube," Adam said.
"I do," Kris said, moving his head slightly to glance in the direction of his bedroom, as if that would make the bottle walk out to him. He turned his head back to snuggle into Adam's chest and whined. "I don't want to get up."
"Well," Adam said, purring into Kris's ear. "The sooner you go get it the sooner I can use it."
One fraction of a second later, Kris was halfway across the living room, Adam laughing as he watched him hustling on his errand. "Hey," he called out. "Grab some condoms while you're in there, if you have any. I only have three."
Kris emerged back into the room with the small plastic lube bottle in his hand and an oddly dazed look on his face.
"You only have three?"
"Yes," Adam said, a playful smile creeping up his face. "I only have three."
Kris stepped over the coffee table and crawled into Adam's lap, reversing their earlier position as he straddled him. He remembered looking down on Adam from this position before, and thought he liked it even better this time, which would have seemed completely impossible to him not long ago; then again, they hadn't been naked that time. He leaned down to kiss Adam, one hand resting lightly on his cheek while the other placed the bottle in his palm and squeezed his fingers shut around it. He rolled his hips, reinforcing the message.
Adam chuckled as he popped the bottle open and drizzled his hand. "You're impatient," he said.
"I've waited long enough," Kris said roughly, his voice hitching at the end when Adam reached back and began working him open.
Kris rocked down onto Adam's finger with a moan. "Fuck... fuck, yes, Adam," he said. He closed his eyes, and heard the noises and words coming out of his mouth, understanding their meaning. He suddenly realized he was moaning Adam Lambert's name and that he was actually here to hear it this time, and inexplicably giggled.
"Am I tickling you?" Adam said, pushing another finger in.
Kris groaned, pushing back. "No," he breathed.
"What's funny?"
Kris kissed him, breathless and hot, sweat beginning to drip from his forehead. Adam twisted his hand, working a third finger in.
"Nothing," Kris panted. "Nothing, god. Oh fuck, Adam, please."
Adam kept moving his hand, in and out and twisting, as Kris began to break apart over him, his head thrown back. He was so close to coming that he felt like he was already, but he just managed to hang on, to just stay on the edge and skate it.
"Adam," Kris said again. "Adam, I'm ready. Please. Fuck, please." He pushed down hard, driving Adam's hand further inside him, and groaned.
"You are so fucking hot," Adam said, slowly pulling his fingers out. "God... look at you. You fucking hot little... and you don't even know." Kris gasped at the sudden emptiness when Adam's hand was gone and ground his hips harder as if to compensate.
"Please," he said again. He began moaning in the back of his throat, rutting against Adam desperately.
Adam gasped. "Jesus," he said. "Oh, god, Kris."
Adam reached over to where his pants were slung on the edge of the couch, pulling them toward himself and finding a condom in a pocket. Kris ground into him needily as he rolled it on and drizzled more lube over himself.
Adam reached one lubed finger back into Kris, teasing, and Kris shuddered, jerking back into his hand.
"I'm ready," Adam said. "Show me what you want."
Kris groaned, and he wasted no time reaching behind himself to find Adam's cock slippery and waiting; Adam pushed up into his hand with a guttural noise; Kris wasn't the only eager one.
Kris pushed up on his knees as he leaned forward slightly, positioning Adam beneath him, then slowly started to move down. His head was thrown back, mouth open and soundless, as he lowered himself. Adam's breathing was ragged, panting as he watched Kris. He didn't look down to see where his dick was disappearing into him; he watched his face. Kris's lips were red and wet and parted in an extremity of emotion and feeling and Adam watched, sure he'd never seen anything sexier in his life.
When Kris was flush with Adam, he exhaled slowly, a dazed smile spreading across his face. He shifted his hips with a moan. "Oh god, Adam," he said. "Oh, my god."
"Show me what you want," Adam said again, though this time he sounded almost broken.
Kris began moving, forcing himself to open his eyes and watch as Adam fucked him. Except he wasn't, Adam was just under him, holding on to his hips as he rocked up and down, fucking himself on Adam and oh, Jesus, it was so fucking good. It was better than he could have imagined; he was just not creative enough to dream up anything as amazing as this feeling. And Adam was looking at him, his eyes open and blazing white-blue in the morning light; his mouth was opening up, his head lolling back and oh, god, he looked like he was about to come.
Kris sped up the rolling of his hips, panting and groaning as he watched Adam's face, his fucking sinful face as he grimaced and thrust quickly up into him. Then Kris felt him tighten beneath him and heard his deep moan and realized Adam was coming inside him, and that was it, Kris fell off the edge and called out Adam's name, reaching forward to put his arms around him as he shuddered through his orgasm. Adam returned his embrace, crushing Kris close to him, their hearts pounding.
"Oh. My god," Adam said, his forehead resting against Kris's, gasping.
"Yeah," Kris breathed. He tilted his face up to kiss Adam, gently at first, then with growing hunger. He shuddered when he shifted his hips and felt Adam begin to slide out of him, groaning through an aftershock.
"Mmmm," Adam said. "I like you."
"I know," Kris said, smiling.
Finally Kris crawled off of Adam, pulling him by the arm and directing him to lay with him on the couch. Adam quickly took the condom off, tied a knot and threw it in the pile of clothes on the floor before snuggling up, Kris's head resting in the crook of his shoulder.
Kris sighed. "As far as Monday mornings go," he said. "This one has been pretty good."
"Just pretty good?"
"It's not over yet." Kris smirked as Adam smacked him on the ass. "I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," Adam said.
"Why are you here?"
Adam laughed quietly. "Why do you think?"
"I refuse to believe you skipped all the Grammy parties and chartered a plane to Arkansas for a booty call."
"Oh my god," Adam said, laughing. "When you say it like that, it does sound ridiculous."
Kris pushed up on his elbow, sitting up halfway and looking down at Adam. "You're fucking kidding me."
Adam looked alarmed. "No, no, no," he said. "It's really not like that. I was thinking about you not having sex for so long and that just seemed... criminal considering how much time I've spent thinking about fucking you. Somebody should. Look at you, for fuck's sake." He reached his hand up to touch Kris's cheek. Kris turned his head, kissing Adam's fingertips before pulling his middle finger into his mouth, sucking gently. Adam sucked in his breath, shifting his hips. Kris pulled Adam's hand out of his mouth, releasing the finger with a pop of his lips, then kissing Adam's palm before laying back down at Adam's shoulder.
"And?" Kris said.
Adam was quiet for a moment. "And... what?"
Kris chuckled. "You were explaining why you came here. You said somebody should be fucking me. I figured that was probably not the whole story. I hope, anyway."
"Oh," Adam said. "Right. Jesus, you're distracting. So anyway... yeah, I thought somebody should be fucking you and I thought it should be me. But also I just... I just wanted to see you. And I felt like it was time to see you and I didn't want to talk about it anymore I just wanted to do it because I knew... I knew it would be good."
"Yeah," Kris said, thinking of the amount of time he'd spent fretting over this, and how silly that seemed now. He traced his fingers lightly along Adam's collarbone.
"And I was supposed to go to the Grammy parties last night, but that actually worked out because I could just skip them... and I had scheduled myself clear today for the hangover I expected to have anyway."
"What about tomorrow?"
"I'm supposed to be in the studio in the morning. I would have to leave tonight to make it."
"Oh," Kris said.
Adam turned his head to kiss Kris, long and lazy, opening his mouth and teasing with his tongue. "I'm canceling it," he murmured.
Kris smiled against Adam's mouth. Adam wrapped his arms around him, shifting so that they were chest-to-chest, his hands wandering over Kris's back as he kissed him deep and dirty. Kris's hands were buried in Adam's hair as he hummed his pleasure into his mouth. As they moved together, skin on skin, Kris felt Adam getting hard against him, rubbing against his own growing erection.
"I want to fuck you again," Adam whispered, one hand trailing down to massage Kris's ass. "Can I?"
Kris shivered, nodding. "Again and again and again," he breathed.
"Yes," Adam said, his fingers moving in to tease around Kris's asshole. Kris reacted immediately, jerking against him, and Adam sighed. "Turn around."
As Kris turned himself so that Adam was flush against his back, Adam reached around for the lube, then snagged his pants from the floor and pulled another condom from the pocket. He rolled the condom on then drizzled lube over his hand and cock before positioning himself back behind Kris.
Adam pushed two fingers into Kris, and Kris pushed against him, greedy both for the feeling of Adam's fingers inside him and his slick cock rubbing against his ass. He felt wild for it already. Adam began kissing at the back of his neck and he groaned.
"Bite," Kris said.
Adam growled lowly as he sank his teeth into Kris, nipping at the base of his neck as Kris bucked.
"Fuck, yes," he said.
Adam grunted, quickly pulling his hand out and replacing it with the head of his cock. Kris sighed when he felt him begin to push in, holding his breath as Adam slowly filled him up while biting at his neck. Life was beautiful.
Adam began moving into him in long, slow strokes, his hand coming around to grip Kris's twitching cock, stroking it at the same luxurious pace. Kris sucked in his breath, then let it out slowly as he fell into Adam's leisurely rhythm. It was a slow build, good at first, and then heating up so gradually that Kris was shocked eventually to realize it was oh, god, so good, and he moaned deep in his chest. He had no idea how much time had passed when Adam began to pick up speed, his level of urgency rising. Kris threw his leg up over Adam's thigh to let him get deeper and fuck, yes, suddenly his blood was boiling and he was desperate, and he didn't even know what for. He ground back into Adam's cock and forward into his hand and he could feel Adam's breath against his ear as he panted.
Kris came suddenly, clenching around Adam and crying out as his body tensed. Adam stroked him through it, cooing "yeah" again and again, the word eventually devolving into a moan as he came with a shudder.
They lay there a long moment in silence, Adam with his arms wrapped tightly around Kris as their breathing slowed. Kris was suddenly powerfully sleepy, and was shocked out of a doze when Adam pulled out of him to take the condom off. Just as Adam was laying back down to snuggle up to Kris, they heard a buzzing noise from the middle of the room. Kris looked over to where his phone lay on the floor, lit up as it rang. He sighed, then crawled over to the phone on wobbly hands and knees, quickly turning it off and tossing it on the armchair before returning to Adam's arms.
"I don't think anybody I want to talk to is going to be calling me today," he said, then yawned. Adam kissed the side of his head, and then Kris was sleeping.
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Kris was jolted out of his sleep by the sound of knocking on his door. He felt disoriented as he cracked his eyes open, surprised to see that he was in his living room. Then Adam hummed behind him, tightening his arms around his waist and nuzzling into the back of his neck and Kris sighed as the morning flooded back into his mind.
The knocking began again, this time accompanied by a voice calling "Kris? You in there, man?" Kris groaned, turning his head to bury his face in the couch cushion.
"Are you going to get that?" Adam said sleepily.
"I don't know," Kris said. "I don't really want to."
"Who is it?"
"My friend Anoop," Kris said, sighing. "I've been avoiding him."
"Why?"
"Because I never told him about our... thing. And he and his boyfriend spend all their time trying to hook me up with people and I got sick of telling them I didn't need to be set up."
"Why didn't you tell them?" His mouth was exploring now, brushing behind Kris's ear and along his hairline as he spoke softly.
"It just seemed... complicated," Kris said, breathing in deeply, loving the feel of Adam's mouth on him. He pushed back, snuggling into Adam even closer. "And I think I maybe didn't want to jinx it by talking about it."
"I think you should answer the door," Adam said.
Kris sighed. "Yeah," he said. He groaned as he rolled away from Adam, then yelled "hold on!" as he groped around on the floor for his boxers. Finding Adam's pants he tossed them toward him; Adam slipped them on quickly before laying back to recline on the couch, his hands behind his head. Kris cracked the door and peered out.
"Hey," Anoop said, exasperated. "You OK?"
"Yeah, man," Kris said. "I'm good."
"I've been calling you all day, then I went by your work to take you out to lunch and they said you were sick."
"Yeah, sorry, um. Something came up, I couldn't work today."
"And you blew us off on Saturday. And you didn't answer my calls yesterday. What the fuck is going on?"
Suddenly the door was opening all the way, the knob slipping out of Kris's hand as Adam pulled it away, his free hand coming around to rest on Kris's hip.
"Sorry," Adam said, smiling apologetically. "I've been keeping him busy."
Kris laughed out loud at the sight of Anoop's face, his eyes the size of plates and his mouth dropping open. "Oh," he said, then seemed completely unable to think of any more words.
"Adam," Adam said, reaching his hand out toward Anoop. Anoop reached out and took it, shaking jerkily as he continued gaping.
"Sorry," Kris said, still smiling at Anoop's dumbfounded face. "Anoop, Adam. Adam, Anoop."
"Nice to meet you," Adam said. Anoop's mouth moved like he wanted to return the pleasantry, but no sound came out.
"Yeah, um, anyway," Kris said. "Sorry, we've been... yeah. Busy." Adam chuckled, and Anoop finally looked back a Kris, his look of disbelief shifting into one of curiosity, with a touch of irritation.
"Oooooh-kay," he said, shaking his head. "Were you ever going to tell me? I mean what the... how... when?"
"I'll tell you all about it later, OK?" Kris said. "Promise."
"Uh huh," Anoop said, his eyes sliding back and forth from Kris's blushing face to Adam's satisfied smile. "Wow, OK. So I guess you don't want to go to lunch or need me to bring you chicken soup or anything, then."
"No," Kris said. "But thanks, though."
"That's really sweet," Adam said.
"OK," Anoop said, taking a step back. "Well, call me, OK? Nice... um, nice to meet you, Adam." He turned and walked away, and as Kris watched him go he saw him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Kris laughed as he and Adam stepped back into the apartment and closed the door, wondering exactly what kind of phone call Matt was about to get.
"He seems nice," Adam said.
"Yeah, he is," Kris said, taking Adam by the hand and leading him down the hall toward the bedroom. "Do you mind laying down for a while longer? Are you hungry or anything?"
"No," Adam said. "Laying down sounds perfect."
They stripped off the little clothing they had on and climbed onto the bed, getting under the blankets and immediately coming together in a mess of tangled limbs. Kris nuzzled into Adam's chest with a satisfied sigh.
"So," Adam said. "Are you really close to Anoop and his boyfriend? What's his name?"
"Matt," Kris said. "Yeah, they're pretty much my closest friends... they're pretty great guys. A little too opinionated at times, but they mean well. I think." He chuckled.
"Would it..." Adam hesitated, and Kris tilted his head up to look at his face, finding it screwed up in thought as he tried to decide what to say. "Would it be hard... to leave them? I mean, if you had to?"
Kris's heart stuttered. "Well," he said, swallowing. "I would miss them, yeah. And... you know, I have a lot of family in this area, too. All of my family, actually."
Adam nodded, but kept silent.
"But you know," Kris said. "Lots of people don't live near their families. And... they'll always be here, you know. If I were to... go somewhere, I could always come back and visit."
"Yeah," Adam said.
"And sometimes leaving is the right thing, you know, even if it's not... even if it's not easy."
Adam sighed, nodding again. "I want you to come home with me," he said. "I... I feel kind of like an asshole about it, because now it's like. I don't want you to just come visit and fool around and play some music. I want to keep you. I want you to come and stay with me."
Kris's breathing was speeding up, and Adam rubbed soothing circles on his back in response.
"But," he continued. "I'm scared that would really fuck up your life, and when I think about... about you being hounded by photographers and dealing with all the screaming people that are always around me, it makes me... sad, I guess. It makes me feel selfish. But I keep thinking about it anyway... but dating me is not the same as hooking up with me, Kris, it's a whole big thing, and I'm scared to ask you to do it because if it doesn't work out... if something bad happens then maybe your whole world is turned upside down for nothing. But I really want to ask you."
"Ask," Kris said.
"No, I really need to know you've thought about it," Adam said, shaking his head. "I'm so... I mean, I thought about this on the plane, too. Thinking maybe once I got to you I'd like get it out of my system and that I would stop... feeling like this. Like maybe I would be able to leave without you and it would be OK. But I... I think it's just worse now and that makes me even more afraid of the whole thing."
Kris rolled Adam onto his back and then crawled onto him, laying on top of him and looking straight into his eyes; he could feel their hearts pounding against each other. "Adam," he said. "Ask me."
Adam's face screwed up into a look of pain. "Kris," he said, then stopped. It sounded like a warning.
Kris kissed him; softly, with his tongue just peeking out to lick along Adam's bottom lip. "Listen," he said gently as he pulled back. "You said you were going to make me a famous musician, right?"
"Yeah."
"And if that works out, I will be hounded and screamed at too. I might as well get used to it."
"But do you want to be famous for being my boyfriend first? I mean, what if that hurts your chances?"
"I wouldn't have a chance at all if it weren't for you," Kris said. "I'd just keep working in a stupid office and playing music where nobody is listening to me and dating the wrong guys and having unsatisfying hookups at the bar. Just like I've always done. I want something else now."
"You do?"
Kris laughed. "You always seemed pretty bright," he said. "But now I'm starting to wonder about you. Stop being an idiot and ask me if I want to go to LA with you."
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Don't be an ass."
"I'm not. If you're going to proposition me you can at least ask the whole question."
Adam huffed. "Kristopher Allen, would you like to quit your job and leave your friends and family and everything you're familiar with to come and stay with me in Los Angeles, where your life will be unrecognizable and probably more than a little terrifying?"
"Yes, I would like that," Kris said, leaning down to kiss him again, ferociously this time. Adam's arms wrapped around Kris's waist and held him tightly as he gasped, opening his mouth and pushing back into Kris with equal force. The afternoon light streamed onto them through the curtains as Kris tried to focus on the kiss while his mouth kept trying to grin.
"We can keep it low-key if you want," Adam said against Kris's moving mouth. "You know, you don't have to, like," he paused to continue the kiss. "Do any red carpets right away or," more kissing. "Be seen or anything," kiss. "If you don't want to at first."
"We'll work it out," Kris said, then moved into Adam with more power, his whole body getting into the kiss now, the friction of his movement against Adam silencing them both but for the sound of their ragged breathing. Kris moved his hands into Adam's hair, his fingers digging in, gripping it, pulling him close. He felt exultant and light, wild with excitement to the point that he wanted to start laughing, except that would mean he'd have to stop kissing Adam which he never, ever wanted to do. Adam's hands held him tightly, rubbing into his lower back as his pelvis rocked up into him from below, and Kris thought about always doing this.
He thought about waking up in the morning and rolling over to snuggle with Adam. He thought about holding his hand at the movies. Having lunch on a Sunday. Going out dancing then coming home and fucking, waking up in the morning and making breakfast. He groaned into Adam's mouth, realizing in slow increments that he was now his man and feeling like he wasn't even equipped to process a feeling this big. He was exploding with it, like joy was seeping out of his pores and yes.
Just yes.
Adam moved his hands up Kris's back, humming gently as he pulled away. "We have one more condom," he said, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
"We do," Kris said.
"But I think we left the lube in the other room."
Kris groaned, burying his head in Adam's neck. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'll go get it this time," Adam said, kissing Kris as he slid out from under him, rolling him onto his side on the bed. "Be right back." Kris watched him go appreciatively, so content he could've been purring.
"Get up," Adam said as he came back into the room. "On your knees. Turn around."
Kris raised his eyebrows at Adam, who was already rolling the last condom onto himself, but did as he was told. He turned, bracing himself against the headboard as Adam got on the bed behind him. Kris twitched when he felt Adam's hand on his lower back, then moaned, his knuckles white on the headboard when two fingers from the other pushed into his ass. Adam murmured endearments as Kris ground back into him. It was only moments later that Adam was pushing in with his cock with a low growl, one hand coming around to stroke Kris in time with the rolling of his hips. Kris threw his head back into Adam's shoulder and Adam bent down to kiss and bite at his neck.
This is the best day, Kris thought. And then he was coming, just like that, back bowing, pushing harder against Adam. Adam kept moving, groaning as Kris tightened around him, thrusting him through it and beyond. He moved into him again and again, groaning as Kris shook against him, gasping and holding onto the headboard with all his strength. Adam finally came with a broken moan, shuddering as he collapsed onto Kris.
They slid down the headboard together, sweaty and sticky as they lay with their arms around each other. It took a long time for Kris to get his breathing to slow down; he just couldn't seem to stop gasping. Adam began humming softly in his ear, rocking him a little bit, soothing him just as he had done in his dressing room. Kris smiled.
"Hey," Adam said quietly. "Do you want to hear my song?"
"Of course," Kris said. "Right now?"
"Yeah," Adam said. "It started out as kind of this big, waily thing... but then I rethought it and um, changed a lot of things and... added a bridge. I think it's much better now. And it's kind of a ballad, pretty soft, so... I could just sing it for you."
"Please," Kris said, tingling. "I would love that."
Adam cleared his throat and hummed softly in the back of his throat for a moment before he started singing. Even though they were laying down his voice came from somewhere deep in his chest, yet was so lovely, high and delicate that Kris was just struck for a moment, stunned by the sound. Then he started hearing what Adam was singing, he heard the word telephone and then brown eyes. The chorus soared, asking do I even have you to lose? And then his voice went lower as he moved into the bridge, don't know why I was there, Adam sang. But I had to, had to find you. It ended in repetitions of the chorus, and then hope I have you, hope I have you to lose.
When he was finished singing Adam's eyes shifted to look at Kris, who was beaming at him.
"That was gorgeous," Kris said, breathless. "I mean. Really."
Adam turned his head to look at him, smiling. "Thank you," he said. "I hoped you'd like it."
"So I can just get you to sing for me anytime now? Is that one of the perks?"
"Well, not anytime," Adam said, smiling. "But yeah, I am not opposed to singing on command. Will you sing for me?"
"Sure, whenever you want."
"Excellent," Adam said, then leaned in to kiss Kris with a smile. "I think I'm going to like being your boyfriend."
"I already like being yours," Kris said. He sank deeper into Adam's kiss, his mind full of hopes and possibilities, his body sore but still demanding to get closer, closer, closer. He wanted to just wrap himself up in Adam, kiss him until they drifted off to sleep, then get up later and go out to dinner. They could stop at a drug store while they were out, and then come back here and do more of this. And then he realized that's exactly what he would do, and he smiled, taking a nip of Adam's lower lip with a playful growl.
~
Maybe it's just meant to be
Maybe you'll find a way to haunt me
Come back and sing a melody to me
Maybe we're just lost at sea
Maybe I'm holding on to driftwood
But I'll be alright if you could sing to me.
Epilogue!
Author: itsmadeofgold
Word Count: ~6800
Rating: NC-17 like yeah.
Beta: norosegarden ♥ ♥ ♥
Disclaimer: 100% fiction.
Summary: The gripping conclusion, in which Kris opens the door.
A/N: I really, really hope y'all enjoy this. Thanks to everybody who's been so lovely to me about this story, you don't know how much it means. ♥
Previous chapters: You Walked Into The Room | Just Like The Ocean | Time Will Be The Thief | This Is All So Prototype | He Brings Me Sugar | Thought I Tripped on a Shoelace | It is Delicate and Lovely
Kris grabbed his phone as he rolled out of bed, his habit of checking his messages the moment he was conscious persisting despite his confusion about what time it was and what was happening. He was bleary as he padded down the hallway in his boxers, his body responding to the knocking on the door before his mind had even sorted out what it was. The light coming in through the windows seemed to indicate that it was mid-morning, which meant he should be at work, and that just added to his general confusion.
Oh, right. He abruptly remembered talking to Adam and then calling in sick; rolling around in bed all night wondering what was going to happen. He stopped dead in the middle of the living room, forgetting why he was awake in the first place and looking down at his phone to see if any more clues had come in since he'd been sleeping.
There were no calls or messages on his phone. Kris frowned, then looked up at the door as another round of pounding started.
"Hold on," he said, vaguely irritated as he looked around the room for something to put on; he didn't want to answer the door in his underwear. He grabbed a dirty t-shirt from the back of the couch and threw it on, then walked quickly to the door and opened it a crack, leaning around so that only his head and the tops of his shoulders would show. He started to put on his "you caught me at a bad moment" face and say "hello," but his mouth opened and stayed that way when he saw Adam on his doorstep.
Kris stood up straight, the door falling open as his hand slipped off the knob. Adam was smirking, leaning back against the railing. He had his hands in his pants pockets - they were the pants he'd had on last night, Kris realized. The rumpled, half-unbuttoned silver shirt that Adam now wore was last night's crisp and glimmering tuxedo shirt, the jacket and bowtie long gone. His hair was drooping, his eye makeup smudged in great black smears on either side of his face. He looked truly exhausted, but his face was somehow beaming.
The shocked "O" of Kris's mouth began to shift as Adam's smile widened and he stood up, eventually finding its way into the shape of a delighted, awe-filled grin. Adam took a step forward.
"You must be a heavy sleeper," he said. "I was starting to be afraid I had the wrong place." He took another step, reaching his arms out to place a hand on each of Kris's hips. Kris's arms immediately moved to wind around Adam's neck; despite the fact that his brain felt like it was sizzling, somehow his muscles seemed to know exactly what to do.
"How did you..." Kris said. "I mean, I'm so... wow. I just... how did you?"
"I told my assistant to find you," Adam said, shrugging and ducking his head down to bring his face closer to Kris's. "It ended up being pretty easy actually."
"Easy, hm?" Kris said, tilting his head up and moving forward, bringing his lips to just a breath away from Adam's. He felt Adam's grip on his hips tighten.
"That part was, yeah," Adam said softly, then leaned forward a fraction of an inch, brushing his lips along Kris's briefly then pulling back with a satisfied humming noise. Kris moved up for more, but he ducked away, moving instead to his neck. As Adam spoke Kris could feel his lips moving against his skin, and shivered. "Did you know," he continued. "That there are no direct flights from Los Angeles to Little Rock? Ever?"
"I didn't know that," Kris said, panting, his head falling to one side as he pushed up further on his tiptoes.
"Well, there aren't," Adam said. "I actually had to charter a plane." His tongue slipped out, licking a thin stripe from Kris's collarbone to the underside of his jaw. Kris made a plaintive noise, his fingers gripping Adam's shirt.
"That," Kris breathed, trying to maintain any composure at all and not doing a great job at it. He guessed the fact that he was even holding onto the thread of the conversation was praiseworthy in itself. "Sounds... expensive."
"I think it will be more than worth it," Adam said, taking a step forward and moving Kris with him, pushing him into the door frame. Adam thrust his hips into Kris, one hand moving up to cup Kris's cheek and turn his face toward him. They stood there for just a moment, looking at each other; Kris's face was burning red, his heart stuttering manically. He looked up into Adam's intense, smoky eyes, the pink pout of his lips as he licked them, the tumble of tousled red and black hair that fell down over his forehead, and the realization that Adam was really here came on him like an electric shock and he stifled a gasp.
In the same moment, Adam was moving down toward him, pressing his lips firmly into Kris's and pulling him in close. Adam growled into Kris's mouth as he stood upright, winding one arm tight around Kris's waist, pulling him up. Kris opened his mouth as his breath hitched; he tightened his grip around Adam's neck and crushed into him with an intensity that surprised them both. He heard himself whimpering but couldn't seem to make it stop, his mind too focused on attempting to believe this was real to worry about it.
Their situation might've been difficult, and there might've been a few tough conversations waiting right on the other side of this morning, but first they had this. First they got to say hello, and Kris's head swam with the possibilities of the very good day he was suddenly beginning. He pulled back just slightly, lightened the kiss, and took a moment to enjoy Adam's lips. Funny how familiar they were.
Adam took Kris's bottom lip between his teeth with a playful snarl as he ground his hips into him again.
"So," he whispered. "Do you want me to get you naked out here, or would you like to invite me inside?"
"Mmm, come in," Kris said against Adam's mouth, moving quickly to the side and around the doorframe, walking backward on tiptoe and dragging Adam in behind him. Adam kicked the door shut.
For just the tiniest split second Kris wanted to be embarrassed to have Adam in his apartment - it was so small and plain, not to mention perpetually messy - but then Adam moved over him, into him, bending him backward in a breath-stealing kiss, and suddenly the dust on the coffee table and dishes in the sink ceased to exist right along with everything else in the universe that wasn't Adam.
"So, I've had all night to think about this," Adam muttered into Kris's skin. "And I decided I want to start by kissing you until you can't breathe."
Kris murmured assent into the corner of Adam's jaw, where his mouth had moved to explore when Adam broke away to speak. Kris loved that spot and kind of wanted to camp out there. It was soft and hidden but angular and masculine, and it smelled so good right there at his hairline.
He already felt like he was barely breathing, but if Adam wanted to push his limits, he wasn't going to complain.
"And then," Adam said. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your name." Kris felt his knees wobble. This was going to happen. Today. Right now. "I don't really care how we get from one to the other. Let's just see how it goes."
Kris nodded, ducking in his head as he did so to move his lips along Adam's collarbone, nosing his half-buttoned shirt out of the way as he went. With one hand he swept the shirt back off from Adam's shoulder while the other came down to begin working on the remaining buttons. When the shirt was open it fell to the floor, and Adam reached behind Kris to grab the hem of his t-shirt, yanking it over his head.
Kris wound his arms around Adam's waist and began laying kisses on his freckled chest, realizing with a sudden shock that he'd never seen it before.
Adam glanced around the room, seeming to assess his options, then must have decided that simplest was best, as he turned and maneuvered Kris a few steps to the couch. Adam sat Kris on the couch then straddled him, his body seeming to be everywhere on and around Kris at once. He put a hand on either side of Kris's face, tilting his head up and holding him as he leaned in to kiss.
He seemed to have a list of kisses he wanted to go through, things to try, experiments to undertake. He was sinuously deliberate as he explored Kris's mouth; beginning with a series of velvet-soft brushes of their lips, in a circle around Kris's mouth like he was tasting each part separately, then growing more and more firm. Kris's mouth moved with Adam's when it opened, and their kiss deepened as Adam continued exploring with his lips and tongue, seeming to catalog Kris's mouth and all it could do.
This was familiar. It reminded Kris of being in the car with Adam the first night they'd met, the smooth and deliberate focus of Adam's kissing, how single-minded he was. It was even more this time, though; there was an edge to it. It was possessiveness, Kris thought, and he liked that idea a lot.
And Adam had been right: Kris was forgetting to breathe. He was beginning to feel lightheaded as he swept his tongue through Adam's mouth, his lips tingling when he broke away with a gasp, burying his head in Adam's chest as he caught his breath.
When Kris looked up he saw Adam's neck and dove into it, nipping and sucking at it as Adam began writhing over him, grinding his hips in time with Kris's mouth.
"Oh god," Adam sighed. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"Well," Kris said in between bites. "We did the bit where you kissed me until I couldn't breathe... I really liked it, too. Now I guess we're moving on to the next part." He sucked at Adam's pulse point, flicking it with his tongue, his hands moving down Adam's back and then winding in to begin unbuckling his belt. Adam groaned, thrusting into Kris one more time before pushing himself up to kick off his boots and allow Kris to push his pants down and off, flinging them to the end of the couch.
When Adam lowered himself again and Kris felt the hard length of Adam's cock against his own separated only by the thin cotton of his boxers, he shuddered. Adam twisted, laying Kris back on the couch and himself over him.
"So how do you like it?" Adam said. He shifted to the side, moving his hands down to help Kris out of his boxers.
"Hmm?" Kris said shakily.
Adam ran his hand lightly over Kris's cock on the way back up, his eyes turned down to watch, and Kris hissed at the slight contact. He couldn't believe how tightly wound he was.
"What do you want to do?" Adam continued. "I have at least a dozen ideas just for the couch. But I'm here for you, so the most important thing is that it's what you want. Tell me how you like it, baby." He winked.
Kris reached up to put his hands on Adam's face and pulled him into a kiss. He took his time, mimicking Adam's attentive and deliberate exploration, considering his answer while also drawing out Adam's anticipation.
"I just want," he said, his hips pushing up into Adam, his body trying to find some way to get closer. "I just want you. You to be in me." Kissing. "Quickly." More kisses. "Right now. Now."
"Fuck, Kris," Adam said. "How do you..." but the rest of the sentence was lost as Adam's speech seemed to devolve into growling then was cut off completely by Kris's mouth. Adam's ran his hand down Kris's side and over his hip to cup his ass, kneading it appreciatively as he pulled him closer.
"I know you haven't done this in a while, but please tell me you have lube," Adam said.
"I do," Kris said, moving his head slightly to glance in the direction of his bedroom, as if that would make the bottle walk out to him. He turned his head back to snuggle into Adam's chest and whined. "I don't want to get up."
"Well," Adam said, purring into Kris's ear. "The sooner you go get it the sooner I can use it."
One fraction of a second later, Kris was halfway across the living room, Adam laughing as he watched him hustling on his errand. "Hey," he called out. "Grab some condoms while you're in there, if you have any. I only have three."
Kris emerged back into the room with the small plastic lube bottle in his hand and an oddly dazed look on his face.
"You only have three?"
"Yes," Adam said, a playful smile creeping up his face. "I only have three."
Kris stepped over the coffee table and crawled into Adam's lap, reversing their earlier position as he straddled him. He remembered looking down on Adam from this position before, and thought he liked it even better this time, which would have seemed completely impossible to him not long ago; then again, they hadn't been naked that time. He leaned down to kiss Adam, one hand resting lightly on his cheek while the other placed the bottle in his palm and squeezed his fingers shut around it. He rolled his hips, reinforcing the message.
Adam chuckled as he popped the bottle open and drizzled his hand. "You're impatient," he said.
"I've waited long enough," Kris said roughly, his voice hitching at the end when Adam reached back and began working him open.
Kris rocked down onto Adam's finger with a moan. "Fuck... fuck, yes, Adam," he said. He closed his eyes, and heard the noises and words coming out of his mouth, understanding their meaning. He suddenly realized he was moaning Adam Lambert's name and that he was actually here to hear it this time, and inexplicably giggled.
"Am I tickling you?" Adam said, pushing another finger in.
Kris groaned, pushing back. "No," he breathed.
"What's funny?"
Kris kissed him, breathless and hot, sweat beginning to drip from his forehead. Adam twisted his hand, working a third finger in.
"Nothing," Kris panted. "Nothing, god. Oh fuck, Adam, please."
Adam kept moving his hand, in and out and twisting, as Kris began to break apart over him, his head thrown back. He was so close to coming that he felt like he was already, but he just managed to hang on, to just stay on the edge and skate it.
"Adam," Kris said again. "Adam, I'm ready. Please. Fuck, please." He pushed down hard, driving Adam's hand further inside him, and groaned.
"You are so fucking hot," Adam said, slowly pulling his fingers out. "God... look at you. You fucking hot little... and you don't even know." Kris gasped at the sudden emptiness when Adam's hand was gone and ground his hips harder as if to compensate.
"Please," he said again. He began moaning in the back of his throat, rutting against Adam desperately.
Adam gasped. "Jesus," he said. "Oh, god, Kris."
Adam reached over to where his pants were slung on the edge of the couch, pulling them toward himself and finding a condom in a pocket. Kris ground into him needily as he rolled it on and drizzled more lube over himself.
Adam reached one lubed finger back into Kris, teasing, and Kris shuddered, jerking back into his hand.
"I'm ready," Adam said. "Show me what you want."
Kris groaned, and he wasted no time reaching behind himself to find Adam's cock slippery and waiting; Adam pushed up into his hand with a guttural noise; Kris wasn't the only eager one.
Kris pushed up on his knees as he leaned forward slightly, positioning Adam beneath him, then slowly started to move down. His head was thrown back, mouth open and soundless, as he lowered himself. Adam's breathing was ragged, panting as he watched Kris. He didn't look down to see where his dick was disappearing into him; he watched his face. Kris's lips were red and wet and parted in an extremity of emotion and feeling and Adam watched, sure he'd never seen anything sexier in his life.
When Kris was flush with Adam, he exhaled slowly, a dazed smile spreading across his face. He shifted his hips with a moan. "Oh god, Adam," he said. "Oh, my god."
"Show me what you want," Adam said again, though this time he sounded almost broken.
Kris began moving, forcing himself to open his eyes and watch as Adam fucked him. Except he wasn't, Adam was just under him, holding on to his hips as he rocked up and down, fucking himself on Adam and oh, Jesus, it was so fucking good. It was better than he could have imagined; he was just not creative enough to dream up anything as amazing as this feeling. And Adam was looking at him, his eyes open and blazing white-blue in the morning light; his mouth was opening up, his head lolling back and oh, god, he looked like he was about to come.
Kris sped up the rolling of his hips, panting and groaning as he watched Adam's face, his fucking sinful face as he grimaced and thrust quickly up into him. Then Kris felt him tighten beneath him and heard his deep moan and realized Adam was coming inside him, and that was it, Kris fell off the edge and called out Adam's name, reaching forward to put his arms around him as he shuddered through his orgasm. Adam returned his embrace, crushing Kris close to him, their hearts pounding.
"Oh. My god," Adam said, his forehead resting against Kris's, gasping.
"Yeah," Kris breathed. He tilted his face up to kiss Adam, gently at first, then with growing hunger. He shuddered when he shifted his hips and felt Adam begin to slide out of him, groaning through an aftershock.
"Mmmm," Adam said. "I like you."
"I know," Kris said, smiling.
Finally Kris crawled off of Adam, pulling him by the arm and directing him to lay with him on the couch. Adam quickly took the condom off, tied a knot and threw it in the pile of clothes on the floor before snuggling up, Kris's head resting in the crook of his shoulder.
Kris sighed. "As far as Monday mornings go," he said. "This one has been pretty good."
"Just pretty good?"
"It's not over yet." Kris smirked as Adam smacked him on the ass. "I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," Adam said.
"Why are you here?"
Adam laughed quietly. "Why do you think?"
"I refuse to believe you skipped all the Grammy parties and chartered a plane to Arkansas for a booty call."
"Oh my god," Adam said, laughing. "When you say it like that, it does sound ridiculous."
Kris pushed up on his elbow, sitting up halfway and looking down at Adam. "You're fucking kidding me."
Adam looked alarmed. "No, no, no," he said. "It's really not like that. I was thinking about you not having sex for so long and that just seemed... criminal considering how much time I've spent thinking about fucking you. Somebody should. Look at you, for fuck's sake." He reached his hand up to touch Kris's cheek. Kris turned his head, kissing Adam's fingertips before pulling his middle finger into his mouth, sucking gently. Adam sucked in his breath, shifting his hips. Kris pulled Adam's hand out of his mouth, releasing the finger with a pop of his lips, then kissing Adam's palm before laying back down at Adam's shoulder.
"And?" Kris said.
Adam was quiet for a moment. "And... what?"
Kris chuckled. "You were explaining why you came here. You said somebody should be fucking me. I figured that was probably not the whole story. I hope, anyway."
"Oh," Adam said. "Right. Jesus, you're distracting. So anyway... yeah, I thought somebody should be fucking you and I thought it should be me. But also I just... I just wanted to see you. And I felt like it was time to see you and I didn't want to talk about it anymore I just wanted to do it because I knew... I knew it would be good."
"Yeah," Kris said, thinking of the amount of time he'd spent fretting over this, and how silly that seemed now. He traced his fingers lightly along Adam's collarbone.
"And I was supposed to go to the Grammy parties last night, but that actually worked out because I could just skip them... and I had scheduled myself clear today for the hangover I expected to have anyway."
"What about tomorrow?"
"I'm supposed to be in the studio in the morning. I would have to leave tonight to make it."
"Oh," Kris said.
Adam turned his head to kiss Kris, long and lazy, opening his mouth and teasing with his tongue. "I'm canceling it," he murmured.
Kris smiled against Adam's mouth. Adam wrapped his arms around him, shifting so that they were chest-to-chest, his hands wandering over Kris's back as he kissed him deep and dirty. Kris's hands were buried in Adam's hair as he hummed his pleasure into his mouth. As they moved together, skin on skin, Kris felt Adam getting hard against him, rubbing against his own growing erection.
"I want to fuck you again," Adam whispered, one hand trailing down to massage Kris's ass. "Can I?"
Kris shivered, nodding. "Again and again and again," he breathed.
"Yes," Adam said, his fingers moving in to tease around Kris's asshole. Kris reacted immediately, jerking against him, and Adam sighed. "Turn around."
As Kris turned himself so that Adam was flush against his back, Adam reached around for the lube, then snagged his pants from the floor and pulled another condom from the pocket. He rolled the condom on then drizzled lube over his hand and cock before positioning himself back behind Kris.
Adam pushed two fingers into Kris, and Kris pushed against him, greedy both for the feeling of Adam's fingers inside him and his slick cock rubbing against his ass. He felt wild for it already. Adam began kissing at the back of his neck and he groaned.
"Bite," Kris said.
Adam growled lowly as he sank his teeth into Kris, nipping at the base of his neck as Kris bucked.
"Fuck, yes," he said.
Adam grunted, quickly pulling his hand out and replacing it with the head of his cock. Kris sighed when he felt him begin to push in, holding his breath as Adam slowly filled him up while biting at his neck. Life was beautiful.
Adam began moving into him in long, slow strokes, his hand coming around to grip Kris's twitching cock, stroking it at the same luxurious pace. Kris sucked in his breath, then let it out slowly as he fell into Adam's leisurely rhythm. It was a slow build, good at first, and then heating up so gradually that Kris was shocked eventually to realize it was oh, god, so good, and he moaned deep in his chest. He had no idea how much time had passed when Adam began to pick up speed, his level of urgency rising. Kris threw his leg up over Adam's thigh to let him get deeper and fuck, yes, suddenly his blood was boiling and he was desperate, and he didn't even know what for. He ground back into Adam's cock and forward into his hand and he could feel Adam's breath against his ear as he panted.
Kris came suddenly, clenching around Adam and crying out as his body tensed. Adam stroked him through it, cooing "yeah" again and again, the word eventually devolving into a moan as he came with a shudder.
They lay there a long moment in silence, Adam with his arms wrapped tightly around Kris as their breathing slowed. Kris was suddenly powerfully sleepy, and was shocked out of a doze when Adam pulled out of him to take the condom off. Just as Adam was laying back down to snuggle up to Kris, they heard a buzzing noise from the middle of the room. Kris looked over to where his phone lay on the floor, lit up as it rang. He sighed, then crawled over to the phone on wobbly hands and knees, quickly turning it off and tossing it on the armchair before returning to Adam's arms.
"I don't think anybody I want to talk to is going to be calling me today," he said, then yawned. Adam kissed the side of his head, and then Kris was sleeping.
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Kris was jolted out of his sleep by the sound of knocking on his door. He felt disoriented as he cracked his eyes open, surprised to see that he was in his living room. Then Adam hummed behind him, tightening his arms around his waist and nuzzling into the back of his neck and Kris sighed as the morning flooded back into his mind.
The knocking began again, this time accompanied by a voice calling "Kris? You in there, man?" Kris groaned, turning his head to bury his face in the couch cushion.
"Are you going to get that?" Adam said sleepily.
"I don't know," Kris said. "I don't really want to."
"Who is it?"
"My friend Anoop," Kris said, sighing. "I've been avoiding him."
"Why?"
"Because I never told him about our... thing. And he and his boyfriend spend all their time trying to hook me up with people and I got sick of telling them I didn't need to be set up."
"Why didn't you tell them?" His mouth was exploring now, brushing behind Kris's ear and along his hairline as he spoke softly.
"It just seemed... complicated," Kris said, breathing in deeply, loving the feel of Adam's mouth on him. He pushed back, snuggling into Adam even closer. "And I think I maybe didn't want to jinx it by talking about it."
"I think you should answer the door," Adam said.
Kris sighed. "Yeah," he said. He groaned as he rolled away from Adam, then yelled "hold on!" as he groped around on the floor for his boxers. Finding Adam's pants he tossed them toward him; Adam slipped them on quickly before laying back to recline on the couch, his hands behind his head. Kris cracked the door and peered out.
"Hey," Anoop said, exasperated. "You OK?"
"Yeah, man," Kris said. "I'm good."
"I've been calling you all day, then I went by your work to take you out to lunch and they said you were sick."
"Yeah, sorry, um. Something came up, I couldn't work today."
"And you blew us off on Saturday. And you didn't answer my calls yesterday. What the fuck is going on?"
Suddenly the door was opening all the way, the knob slipping out of Kris's hand as Adam pulled it away, his free hand coming around to rest on Kris's hip.
"Sorry," Adam said, smiling apologetically. "I've been keeping him busy."
Kris laughed out loud at the sight of Anoop's face, his eyes the size of plates and his mouth dropping open. "Oh," he said, then seemed completely unable to think of any more words.
"Adam," Adam said, reaching his hand out toward Anoop. Anoop reached out and took it, shaking jerkily as he continued gaping.
"Sorry," Kris said, still smiling at Anoop's dumbfounded face. "Anoop, Adam. Adam, Anoop."
"Nice to meet you," Adam said. Anoop's mouth moved like he wanted to return the pleasantry, but no sound came out.
"Yeah, um, anyway," Kris said. "Sorry, we've been... yeah. Busy." Adam chuckled, and Anoop finally looked back a Kris, his look of disbelief shifting into one of curiosity, with a touch of irritation.
"Oooooh-kay," he said, shaking his head. "Were you ever going to tell me? I mean what the... how... when?"
"I'll tell you all about it later, OK?" Kris said. "Promise."
"Uh huh," Anoop said, his eyes sliding back and forth from Kris's blushing face to Adam's satisfied smile. "Wow, OK. So I guess you don't want to go to lunch or need me to bring you chicken soup or anything, then."
"No," Kris said. "But thanks, though."
"That's really sweet," Adam said.
"OK," Anoop said, taking a step back. "Well, call me, OK? Nice... um, nice to meet you, Adam." He turned and walked away, and as Kris watched him go he saw him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Kris laughed as he and Adam stepped back into the apartment and closed the door, wondering exactly what kind of phone call Matt was about to get.
"He seems nice," Adam said.
"Yeah, he is," Kris said, taking Adam by the hand and leading him down the hall toward the bedroom. "Do you mind laying down for a while longer? Are you hungry or anything?"
"No," Adam said. "Laying down sounds perfect."
They stripped off the little clothing they had on and climbed onto the bed, getting under the blankets and immediately coming together in a mess of tangled limbs. Kris nuzzled into Adam's chest with a satisfied sigh.
"So," Adam said. "Are you really close to Anoop and his boyfriend? What's his name?"
"Matt," Kris said. "Yeah, they're pretty much my closest friends... they're pretty great guys. A little too opinionated at times, but they mean well. I think." He chuckled.
"Would it..." Adam hesitated, and Kris tilted his head up to look at his face, finding it screwed up in thought as he tried to decide what to say. "Would it be hard... to leave them? I mean, if you had to?"
Kris's heart stuttered. "Well," he said, swallowing. "I would miss them, yeah. And... you know, I have a lot of family in this area, too. All of my family, actually."
Adam nodded, but kept silent.
"But you know," Kris said. "Lots of people don't live near their families. And... they'll always be here, you know. If I were to... go somewhere, I could always come back and visit."
"Yeah," Adam said.
"And sometimes leaving is the right thing, you know, even if it's not... even if it's not easy."
Adam sighed, nodding again. "I want you to come home with me," he said. "I... I feel kind of like an asshole about it, because now it's like. I don't want you to just come visit and fool around and play some music. I want to keep you. I want you to come and stay with me."
Kris's breathing was speeding up, and Adam rubbed soothing circles on his back in response.
"But," he continued. "I'm scared that would really fuck up your life, and when I think about... about you being hounded by photographers and dealing with all the screaming people that are always around me, it makes me... sad, I guess. It makes me feel selfish. But I keep thinking about it anyway... but dating me is not the same as hooking up with me, Kris, it's a whole big thing, and I'm scared to ask you to do it because if it doesn't work out... if something bad happens then maybe your whole world is turned upside down for nothing. But I really want to ask you."
"Ask," Kris said.
"No, I really need to know you've thought about it," Adam said, shaking his head. "I'm so... I mean, I thought about this on the plane, too. Thinking maybe once I got to you I'd like get it out of my system and that I would stop... feeling like this. Like maybe I would be able to leave without you and it would be OK. But I... I think it's just worse now and that makes me even more afraid of the whole thing."
Kris rolled Adam onto his back and then crawled onto him, laying on top of him and looking straight into his eyes; he could feel their hearts pounding against each other. "Adam," he said. "Ask me."
Adam's face screwed up into a look of pain. "Kris," he said, then stopped. It sounded like a warning.
Kris kissed him; softly, with his tongue just peeking out to lick along Adam's bottom lip. "Listen," he said gently as he pulled back. "You said you were going to make me a famous musician, right?"
"Yeah."
"And if that works out, I will be hounded and screamed at too. I might as well get used to it."
"But do you want to be famous for being my boyfriend first? I mean, what if that hurts your chances?"
"I wouldn't have a chance at all if it weren't for you," Kris said. "I'd just keep working in a stupid office and playing music where nobody is listening to me and dating the wrong guys and having unsatisfying hookups at the bar. Just like I've always done. I want something else now."
"You do?"
Kris laughed. "You always seemed pretty bright," he said. "But now I'm starting to wonder about you. Stop being an idiot and ask me if I want to go to LA with you."
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Don't be an ass."
"I'm not. If you're going to proposition me you can at least ask the whole question."
Adam huffed. "Kristopher Allen, would you like to quit your job and leave your friends and family and everything you're familiar with to come and stay with me in Los Angeles, where your life will be unrecognizable and probably more than a little terrifying?"
"Yes, I would like that," Kris said, leaning down to kiss him again, ferociously this time. Adam's arms wrapped around Kris's waist and held him tightly as he gasped, opening his mouth and pushing back into Kris with equal force. The afternoon light streamed onto them through the curtains as Kris tried to focus on the kiss while his mouth kept trying to grin.
"We can keep it low-key if you want," Adam said against Kris's moving mouth. "You know, you don't have to, like," he paused to continue the kiss. "Do any red carpets right away or," more kissing. "Be seen or anything," kiss. "If you don't want to at first."
"We'll work it out," Kris said, then moved into Adam with more power, his whole body getting into the kiss now, the friction of his movement against Adam silencing them both but for the sound of their ragged breathing. Kris moved his hands into Adam's hair, his fingers digging in, gripping it, pulling him close. He felt exultant and light, wild with excitement to the point that he wanted to start laughing, except that would mean he'd have to stop kissing Adam which he never, ever wanted to do. Adam's hands held him tightly, rubbing into his lower back as his pelvis rocked up into him from below, and Kris thought about always doing this.
He thought about waking up in the morning and rolling over to snuggle with Adam. He thought about holding his hand at the movies. Having lunch on a Sunday. Going out dancing then coming home and fucking, waking up in the morning and making breakfast. He groaned into Adam's mouth, realizing in slow increments that he was now his man and feeling like he wasn't even equipped to process a feeling this big. He was exploding with it, like joy was seeping out of his pores and yes.
Just yes.
Adam moved his hands up Kris's back, humming gently as he pulled away. "We have one more condom," he said, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
"We do," Kris said.
"But I think we left the lube in the other room."
Kris groaned, burying his head in Adam's neck. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'll go get it this time," Adam said, kissing Kris as he slid out from under him, rolling him onto his side on the bed. "Be right back." Kris watched him go appreciatively, so content he could've been purring.
"Get up," Adam said as he came back into the room. "On your knees. Turn around."
Kris raised his eyebrows at Adam, who was already rolling the last condom onto himself, but did as he was told. He turned, bracing himself against the headboard as Adam got on the bed behind him. Kris twitched when he felt Adam's hand on his lower back, then moaned, his knuckles white on the headboard when two fingers from the other pushed into his ass. Adam murmured endearments as Kris ground back into him. It was only moments later that Adam was pushing in with his cock with a low growl, one hand coming around to stroke Kris in time with the rolling of his hips. Kris threw his head back into Adam's shoulder and Adam bent down to kiss and bite at his neck.
This is the best day, Kris thought. And then he was coming, just like that, back bowing, pushing harder against Adam. Adam kept moving, groaning as Kris tightened around him, thrusting him through it and beyond. He moved into him again and again, groaning as Kris shook against him, gasping and holding onto the headboard with all his strength. Adam finally came with a broken moan, shuddering as he collapsed onto Kris.
They slid down the headboard together, sweaty and sticky as they lay with their arms around each other. It took a long time for Kris to get his breathing to slow down; he just couldn't seem to stop gasping. Adam began humming softly in his ear, rocking him a little bit, soothing him just as he had done in his dressing room. Kris smiled.
"Hey," Adam said quietly. "Do you want to hear my song?"
"Of course," Kris said. "Right now?"
"Yeah," Adam said. "It started out as kind of this big, waily thing... but then I rethought it and um, changed a lot of things and... added a bridge. I think it's much better now. And it's kind of a ballad, pretty soft, so... I could just sing it for you."
"Please," Kris said, tingling. "I would love that."
Adam cleared his throat and hummed softly in the back of his throat for a moment before he started singing. Even though they were laying down his voice came from somewhere deep in his chest, yet was so lovely, high and delicate that Kris was just struck for a moment, stunned by the sound. Then he started hearing what Adam was singing, he heard the word telephone and then brown eyes. The chorus soared, asking do I even have you to lose? And then his voice went lower as he moved into the bridge, don't know why I was there, Adam sang. But I had to, had to find you. It ended in repetitions of the chorus, and then hope I have you, hope I have you to lose.
When he was finished singing Adam's eyes shifted to look at Kris, who was beaming at him.
"That was gorgeous," Kris said, breathless. "I mean. Really."
Adam turned his head to look at him, smiling. "Thank you," he said. "I hoped you'd like it."
"So I can just get you to sing for me anytime now? Is that one of the perks?"
"Well, not anytime," Adam said, smiling. "But yeah, I am not opposed to singing on command. Will you sing for me?"
"Sure, whenever you want."
"Excellent," Adam said, then leaned in to kiss Kris with a smile. "I think I'm going to like being your boyfriend."
"I already like being yours," Kris said. He sank deeper into Adam's kiss, his mind full of hopes and possibilities, his body sore but still demanding to get closer, closer, closer. He wanted to just wrap himself up in Adam, kiss him until they drifted off to sleep, then get up later and go out to dinner. They could stop at a drug store while they were out, and then come back here and do more of this. And then he realized that's exactly what he would do, and he smiled, taking a nip of Adam's lower lip with a playful growl.
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Click to viewMaybe it's just meant to be
Maybe you'll find a way to haunt me
Come back and sing a melody to me
Maybe we're just lost at sea
Maybe I'm holding on to driftwood
But I'll be alright if you could sing to me.
Epilogue!