(Falling All Over You) Crowded Club - Kradam - NC17
Title:Crowded Club
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 3
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb. ♥
Word Count: ~1,400
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Warnings: Public Sex
Summary: A dance floor encounter leaves Kris feeling strangely empty, wondering if he'll ever get to know the real Adam.
Notes: Falling All Over You is a 'verse of AU ficlets where Kris and Adam bump into each other and have sex (in public places, no less). All parts can be read as stand-alones, but there is a bigger picture. :D Also this is now for sparkysparky who won my services in the help_haiti auction. :D:D
Part 1: Bumpy Ride
Part 2: Spilled Coffee
Crowded Club
The third time Kris runs into Adam is in a club about three weeks after their Starbucks encounter. It's not the kind of place Kris usually frequents, but Andrew really wants to go because he's got a crush on one of the bartenders (a pretty dark-haired girl named Lea), and since Andrew with a crush is pretty much the most hilarious thing ever, Kris agrees to go.
Since Kris and Andrew are going, Matt wants to come, and where Matt goes, Anoop goes. Then Torres wants to come because the rest of them are going, and he invites Ryland, who brings Drew and Cale. By the time they actually descend on the club they're a party of ten, and Kris is really kind of drunk.
He doesn’t actually mean to get drunk, he’s just going to have a couple of beers and watch Andrew flail around, but then Matt starts up with the drinking games. Matt knows a lot of drinking games and Kris sucks at all of them. He's not quite fall down throw up on your shoes drunk, but he is can't walk in a straight line or string sentences together drunk, which is certainly bad enough.
The club is loud, and packed, and everywhere Kris looks people are dancing. There's even someone dancing on the bar, in stripper heels and a mini skirt, but Kris is pretty sure there's a guy hiding underneath the huge blue wig. He wouldn’t swear to it, though, because the boobs pushing out the front of the dancer's shirt look real , although he’s not really a boob guy.
He kind of expects his friends to crowd around him, gazing around in wide-eyed wonder, because they really don't go to this kind of club a lot, but instead they all disappear. Kris spots one or two of them every now and then -- they do stick out in their blue jeans and colorful t-shirts -- but before he can make his way over they're gone again and Kris is left to his own devices. Kris's friends suck.
The only one he can find easily enough is Andrew, because he's sitting at the bar chatting with Lea whenever she has some downtime, but even though Kris’s out of his comfort zone by about thirteen miles, he's not a cock-blocker. So instead he sways around with a beer clutched in his hand for protection, getting hit on left and right by people who are even drunker than he is and it's kind of nice, in a way, even if he's not about to take anyone up on their offer.
Eventually he ends up on the actual dance floor, carried there by the ever-moving crowd rather than free will, but it's a pretty good place to be. He can't dance, not really, but it's packed enough that he gets away with just swaying along to the beat. Every now and then someone will press up against him, hands skittering over his body, and it's enough to get him half-hard - blood thrumming through his veins - but they don't stay for long. Carried by the tune more than actual desire, he thinks.
The song changes into so something soft and subtle with a suggestive beat that sends chills up his spine. He lets his eyes slip shut, not even opening them when someone takes the beer bottle out of his hand and slides up behind him. He's drunk enough to not mind the fondling, thought processes and common sense taking a backseat to the itch underneath his skin. He never figured himself to be the type that got off on public sex, but Adam proved him wrong on that. Twice.
Hands curl around his hips and he's pulled backwards, the hard length of a cock pushing against his lower back. Kris smiles tilting his head back and opening his eyes a sliver, knowing it's Adam even before he sees the soft underside of his chin. Adam looks down on him, a smile tilting the corners of his lips. He's wearing more makeup than Kris has ever seen on him, dark blue eye shadow, lots of eyeliner and something glossy accentuating his lips. It's weirdly hot.
"So what's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?" Adam asks, bending down low to mouth the words against Kris's ear.
"Daaancing," Kris answers, stretching up to link his arms around Adam's neck.
"Hmmmm," Adam responds, one of his hands finding the gap where Kris's shirt has pulled up - fingertips rubbing over heated skin. "Are you drunk?"
Adam rolls his hips against Kris's back, his fingers slipping in under Kris's shirt to slide up over his stomach.
"Yeah," Kris admits, turning his head to nuzzle his lips against Adam's neck.
"Too drunk?"
"No." Kris spins around in Adam's arms, pressing up against him to show just how not-too-drunk he is, even if he knows Adam was hardly asking about his ability to perform.
"Fuck," Adam hisses, fingers spreading over the small of Kris's back, keeping Kris close as he bends down to kiss him.
Adam's lips are sticky and sweet, but his mouth tastes like mint and the ghost of the wine he must have drunk earlier. Kris closes his eyes again, holding onto Adam's shoulders as Adam sways them to the music. They kiss until Kris's lips are numb, his jaw aching, the thunderous beat of his heart drowning out the sound of the music . Every now and then Adam changes the pace of his torturous grinding though, so Kris thinks that he can still hear a bit of melody, or maybe he just feels the beat vibrating through his bones.
The dance floor is packed around them, Kris has people sliding against him on all sides, but the only one that matters is before him. It reminds him a little of their first encounter and the thought is enough to make him moan against Adam's lips.
Adam says something, he can feel it flutter against his mouth, but he can't hear it over the noise. Then suddenly Adam is flipping him around pressing him up against the wall next to one of the speakers. Kris can feel the bass beat throbbing through his fingers as Adam presses up close behind him, plastering himself over Kris's back.
At first Kris doesn't get it, head spinning and pulse racing, then Adam scoots down pressing his erection against Kris's ass and there's just enough give in Kris's pants for it to slot perfectly between Kris's cheeks. Kris groans loudly, resting his forehead against the wall and pushing his ass out, creating just a small pocket of air between his crotch and the wall. There are people everywhere, bumping into Adam and brushing along Kris's sides, but he doesn't even care. Instead he squeezes his eyes shut and settles into the rhythm, his slick forehead dragging against the wall.
The thrust of Adam's cock against his ass is maddening - enough to set his blood on fire but not nearly enough to get him off. His breath comes in short desperate gasps, and he can vaguely hear himself keening, but he doubts anyone else can. Adam's hands are firm on his hips, keeping him in place for the increasingly erratic thrusts, and he wants to come so badly he can almost taste it at the back of his throat.
Then finally, Adam pushes himself hard one last time, pretty much flattening Kris against the wall but before Kris has time to feel used, Adam's hand wiggles in between Kris and the wall and grabs his cock. Kris comes within seconds, moaning too loud and shaking in Adam's arms. It feels as if his orgasm is ripped from his core, the spasms nearly painful in their intensity, leaving him lax and boneless.
Adam presses kisses against his sweaty neck and the back of his head, murmuring things Kris can't hear. Then Adam moves away and it takes too long for Kris to realize that Adam is actually gone, swallowed by the crowd. He turns around, shaky and weak at the knees, only to see Adam walking up the stairs towards the exit. Adam turns once, catching Kris's eyes, but Kris can't read his expression. Then Adam turns again, disappearing out the door, and Kris is left with an empty feeling in his chest and come cooling in his pants. He wonders if he'll ever get to know the real Adam.
The End.
Continued: More Music
'Verse: Falling All Over You, Part 3
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Beta: sbb23 Thank you, bb. ♥
Word Count: ~1,400
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Warnings: Public Sex
Summary: A dance floor encounter leaves Kris feeling strangely empty, wondering if he'll ever get to know the real Adam.
Notes: Falling All Over You is a 'verse of AU ficlets where Kris and Adam bump into each other and have sex (in public places, no less). All parts can be read as stand-alones, but there is a bigger picture. :D Also this is now for sparkysparky who won my services in the help_haiti auction. :D:D
Part 1: Bumpy Ride
Part 2: Spilled Coffee
Crowded Club
The third time Kris runs into Adam is in a club about three weeks after their Starbucks encounter. It's not the kind of place Kris usually frequents, but Andrew really wants to go because he's got a crush on one of the bartenders (a pretty dark-haired girl named Lea), and since Andrew with a crush is pretty much the most hilarious thing ever, Kris agrees to go.
Since Kris and Andrew are going, Matt wants to come, and where Matt goes, Anoop goes. Then Torres wants to come because the rest of them are going, and he invites Ryland, who brings Drew and Cale. By the time they actually descend on the club they're a party of ten, and Kris is really kind of drunk.
He doesn’t actually mean to get drunk, he’s just going to have a couple of beers and watch Andrew flail around, but then Matt starts up with the drinking games. Matt knows a lot of drinking games and Kris sucks at all of them. He's not quite fall down throw up on your shoes drunk, but he is can't walk in a straight line or string sentences together drunk, which is certainly bad enough.
The club is loud, and packed, and everywhere Kris looks people are dancing. There's even someone dancing on the bar, in stripper heels and a mini skirt, but Kris is pretty sure there's a guy hiding underneath the huge blue wig. He wouldn’t swear to it, though, because the boobs pushing out the front of the dancer's shirt look real , although he’s not really a boob guy.
He kind of expects his friends to crowd around him, gazing around in wide-eyed wonder, because they really don't go to this kind of club a lot, but instead they all disappear. Kris spots one or two of them every now and then -- they do stick out in their blue jeans and colorful t-shirts -- but before he can make his way over they're gone again and Kris is left to his own devices. Kris's friends suck.
The only one he can find easily enough is Andrew, because he's sitting at the bar chatting with Lea whenever she has some downtime, but even though Kris’s out of his comfort zone by about thirteen miles, he's not a cock-blocker. So instead he sways around with a beer clutched in his hand for protection, getting hit on left and right by people who are even drunker than he is and it's kind of nice, in a way, even if he's not about to take anyone up on their offer.
Eventually he ends up on the actual dance floor, carried there by the ever-moving crowd rather than free will, but it's a pretty good place to be. He can't dance, not really, but it's packed enough that he gets away with just swaying along to the beat. Every now and then someone will press up against him, hands skittering over his body, and it's enough to get him half-hard - blood thrumming through his veins - but they don't stay for long. Carried by the tune more than actual desire, he thinks.
The song changes into so something soft and subtle with a suggestive beat that sends chills up his spine. He lets his eyes slip shut, not even opening them when someone takes the beer bottle out of his hand and slides up behind him. He's drunk enough to not mind the fondling, thought processes and common sense taking a backseat to the itch underneath his skin. He never figured himself to be the type that got off on public sex, but Adam proved him wrong on that. Twice.
Hands curl around his hips and he's pulled backwards, the hard length of a cock pushing against his lower back. Kris smiles tilting his head back and opening his eyes a sliver, knowing it's Adam even before he sees the soft underside of his chin. Adam looks down on him, a smile tilting the corners of his lips. He's wearing more makeup than Kris has ever seen on him, dark blue eye shadow, lots of eyeliner and something glossy accentuating his lips. It's weirdly hot.
"So what's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?" Adam asks, bending down low to mouth the words against Kris's ear.
"Daaancing," Kris answers, stretching up to link his arms around Adam's neck.
"Hmmmm," Adam responds, one of his hands finding the gap where Kris's shirt has pulled up - fingertips rubbing over heated skin. "Are you drunk?"
Adam rolls his hips against Kris's back, his fingers slipping in under Kris's shirt to slide up over his stomach.
"Yeah," Kris admits, turning his head to nuzzle his lips against Adam's neck.
"Too drunk?"
"No." Kris spins around in Adam's arms, pressing up against him to show just how not-too-drunk he is, even if he knows Adam was hardly asking about his ability to perform.
"Fuck," Adam hisses, fingers spreading over the small of Kris's back, keeping Kris close as he bends down to kiss him.
Adam's lips are sticky and sweet, but his mouth tastes like mint and the ghost of the wine he must have drunk earlier. Kris closes his eyes again, holding onto Adam's shoulders as Adam sways them to the music. They kiss until Kris's lips are numb, his jaw aching, the thunderous beat of his heart drowning out the sound of the music . Every now and then Adam changes the pace of his torturous grinding though, so Kris thinks that he can still hear a bit of melody, or maybe he just feels the beat vibrating through his bones.
The dance floor is packed around them, Kris has people sliding against him on all sides, but the only one that matters is before him. It reminds him a little of their first encounter and the thought is enough to make him moan against Adam's lips.
Adam says something, he can feel it flutter against his mouth, but he can't hear it over the noise. Then suddenly Adam is flipping him around pressing him up against the wall next to one of the speakers. Kris can feel the bass beat throbbing through his fingers as Adam presses up close behind him, plastering himself over Kris's back.
At first Kris doesn't get it, head spinning and pulse racing, then Adam scoots down pressing his erection against Kris's ass and there's just enough give in Kris's pants for it to slot perfectly between Kris's cheeks. Kris groans loudly, resting his forehead against the wall and pushing his ass out, creating just a small pocket of air between his crotch and the wall. There are people everywhere, bumping into Adam and brushing along Kris's sides, but he doesn't even care. Instead he squeezes his eyes shut and settles into the rhythm, his slick forehead dragging against the wall.
The thrust of Adam's cock against his ass is maddening - enough to set his blood on fire but not nearly enough to get him off. His breath comes in short desperate gasps, and he can vaguely hear himself keening, but he doubts anyone else can. Adam's hands are firm on his hips, keeping him in place for the increasingly erratic thrusts, and he wants to come so badly he can almost taste it at the back of his throat.
Then finally, Adam pushes himself hard one last time, pretty much flattening Kris against the wall but before Kris has time to feel used, Adam's hand wiggles in between Kris and the wall and grabs his cock. Kris comes within seconds, moaning too loud and shaking in Adam's arms. It feels as if his orgasm is ripped from his core, the spasms nearly painful in their intensity, leaving him lax and boneless.
Adam presses kisses against his sweaty neck and the back of his head, murmuring things Kris can't hear. Then Adam moves away and it takes too long for Kris to realize that Adam is actually gone, swallowed by the crowd. He turns around, shaky and weak at the knees, only to see Adam walking up the stairs towards the exit. Adam turns once, catching Kris's eyes, but Kris can't read his expression. Then Adam turns again, disappearing out the door, and Kris is left with an empty feeling in his chest and come cooling in his pants. He wonders if he'll ever get to know the real Adam.
The End.
Continued: More Music