Fic: Who's On Top?
Title:Who’s On Top?
Follow-up to "Those Lips" here
characters/pairing: Kris/Adam
Author: krissypoo21
Type: AI8 tour; fluff
Word Count: 1200
Rating: PG-13 (Maybe R; I hear a movie get’s an R if they say Fuck more than once. That would give this an R. Blame Adam, lol)
disclaimer: Not real.
Beta: This little bit of fluff is unbeta’d. All mistakes my own.
Summary: Adam thinks what Kris really needs is to be scared shitless.
Shit.
Goddammit.
Why had he ever given Kris Allen wardrobe advice? Adam was trying to remind himself why he’d ever felt that was a good idea.
Oh. Perhaps it was because Adam wanted some eye candy, and those baggy jeans Kris used to wear seriously hampered the view.
He glanced over at Kris again, just picking up the mic for soundcheck before the Baltimore show and starting to wiggle that cute little body to the music. Kris was wearing his absolute tightest pair of jeans. They looked painted onto his hips and showed the curve of his ass to perfection.
Fuck.
This might have been okay when Adam could still think of Kris as eye candy, and an adorable friend, and a talented musician that Adam just enjoyed. There was nothing awful about that, was there? A guy had a right to enjoy sweet, cute, and hot all rolled into one tight little package, didn’t he?
Then Kris had to go and kiss him. Not a light touch of lips to an ear or a forehead. Not even a little peck on the lips.
No, Kris has kissed him. Close-eyes, open-mouth, insert-tongue kissed him.
It might have simultaneously been the best and the worst moment of Adam’s life. Because - duh - he had thought about kissing Kris before. Maybe even more than once. And maybe a whole lot more than kissing.
Adam chuckled out loud, then slapped a hand over his mouth and looked away when he realized Kris had heard him and was looking his direction.
It was that look from Kris that reminded him why this whole deal was a life-ruiner. Because, if there was anything Adam had learned about Kris while doing this damn show together and being roommates, it was that Kris was determined. You did not take Kris lightly. When he wanted something, he went after it.
Apparently, he had decided he wanted Adam. Every intense look from Kris told him so. It scared him shitless.
***
A couple hours later, after Kris had managed to rub his body against Adam suggestively and whisper how much he was looking forward to their getaway to New York - as if they had planned a little vacation together instead of going there to work - Adam began to formulate a plan. He wasn’t going to let Kris Allen get under his skin. It wasn’t right for Kris to lead him on like this. It was playing with his emotions, pure and simple. Adam didn’t like to get hurt and that’s where this was heading.
Adam decided it was time to scare the shit out of that little fucker.
He wondered briefly if his plan might be too much. He really did care about Kris. A whole lot. He might even love Kris, though it made him angry with himself to admit he’d let it happen.
But when he’d almost talked himself out of the scared-shitless route, Kris went and did it.
Really? On a bubbletweet to a half-million followers, Kris makes a “who’s on top” joke?
It was time Kristopher Neil Allen learned a lesson.
***
Adam avoided Kris’s eyes as he packed up his laptop. He knew Kris was watching him, waiting for a reaction to his blatant flirting on camera. Adam had a response already planned, but he was saving it for the back of the bus, away from prying eyes.
He strode purposefully towards the back bunks.
Kris followed closely behind, apparently sensing something was up. “You okay, Adam?” he asked. “You aren’t mad about me joking on the bubbletweet, are you? I guess I’m a little too obvious sometimes.”
Adam stopped in the aisle and turned abruptly, causing Kris to run into him. Kris started to apologize and step back, but Adam grabbed him and pushed him up against the bedframe, then kissed him, hard and insistent, plunging his tongue into Kris’s mouth and moving his hands down Kris’s backside to get a firm grip on his ass.
He expected Kris would fight the sudden intrusion.
He expected Kris would be frightened at the passion of the kiss and the obvious arousal of Adam’s body.
But that damn Kris. He was so hard to predict.
Instead of pushing Adam away or slowing things down, Kris moaned and rubbed his own very aroused body against Adam, grinding against him and working his fingers into Adam’s hair to hold him there..
It felt amazing.
Fuck. This whole plan wasn’t hatched for Adam to feel amazing. It was intended to shock Kris into realizing what he was doing and think through the logical conclusion of his actions. Which would certainly involve nudity, and orgasms, and later, regret.
So why, exactly, did Adam want this so damn much?
Adam shook himself from this plunge into ecstasy, extricating himself from Kris’s grasp. “God, Kris, we gotta stop this.”
“Why, Adam?” Kris looked into Adam’s eyes and placed a hand gently on Adam’s chest. “You know we both want this.”
“You know why, Kris.” Adam backed away, ran his fingers through his mussed up hair, and took a quick glance toward the front of the bus to be sure the others were still occupied.
Kris looked that way, too. “Oh, are you afraid we’ll get caught?” he asked, playing innocent.
“Dammit, Kris. That’s the least of my worries. You’re married and I don’t want to hurt anybody. I don’t want to get hurt myself.”
Kris nodded but kept his eyes locked on Adam’s as he moved back in, pressing their bodies together against the bunk. “I won’t hurt you,” he declared, cupping Adam’s face in his hands. “I love you. I was in denial when I married Katy and it was a terrible mistake. I’ll have to make it right, but that’s for another day. Today, I need you to answer my question and I don’t intend to give up until you do.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “I’m confused, Kris. The answer to what question? I don’t remember you asking me a question.”
Kris’s eyes were suddenly twinkling with mischief. The corners of his mouth turned up into a naughty grin that was downright irresistible and he trailed his fingers down Adam’s chest and brought them to rest on Adam’s hips suggestively. “I asked you a question in front of a whole lot of people, Adam. Have you forgotten so quickly? ‘Who’s on top?’”
Kris knew exactly where this was going.
He not only knew it. He wanted it.
Adam couldn’t fight it anymore. He leaned in this time for a kiss that said exactly what he was feeling, slow and wet and dirty. Kris melted into Adam’s body, sighing happily. The little fucker had gotten exactly what he wanted. He’d brought Adam’s defenses crashing down.
Adam nuzzled close against Kris’s neck and then tongued inside Kris’s ear, eliciting a shiver from Kris. Damn, this was going to be good. Adam was glad they weren’t far from their hotel stop for the night.
“So, Adam,” Kris murmured, “do you plan to give me that answer?”
Adam pulled Kris tight against his body and stroked his hands down Kris’s ass suggestively “Oh, I think you know exactly who’s on top.”
Follow-up to "Those Lips" here
characters/pairing: Kris/Adam
Author: krissypoo21
Type: AI8 tour; fluff
Word Count: 1200
Rating: PG-13 (Maybe R; I hear a movie get’s an R if they say Fuck more than once. That would give this an R. Blame Adam, lol)
disclaimer: Not real.
Beta: This little bit of fluff is unbeta’d. All mistakes my own.
Summary: Adam thinks what Kris really needs is to be scared shitless.
Click to viewShit.
Goddammit.
Why had he ever given Kris Allen wardrobe advice? Adam was trying to remind himself why he’d ever felt that was a good idea.
Oh. Perhaps it was because Adam wanted some eye candy, and those baggy jeans Kris used to wear seriously hampered the view.
He glanced over at Kris again, just picking up the mic for soundcheck before the Baltimore show and starting to wiggle that cute little body to the music. Kris was wearing his absolute tightest pair of jeans. They looked painted onto his hips and showed the curve of his ass to perfection.
Fuck.
This might have been okay when Adam could still think of Kris as eye candy, and an adorable friend, and a talented musician that Adam just enjoyed. There was nothing awful about that, was there? A guy had a right to enjoy sweet, cute, and hot all rolled into one tight little package, didn’t he?
Then Kris had to go and kiss him. Not a light touch of lips to an ear or a forehead. Not even a little peck on the lips.
No, Kris has kissed him. Close-eyes, open-mouth, insert-tongue kissed him.
It might have simultaneously been the best and the worst moment of Adam’s life. Because - duh - he had thought about kissing Kris before. Maybe even more than once. And maybe a whole lot more than kissing.
Adam chuckled out loud, then slapped a hand over his mouth and looked away when he realized Kris had heard him and was looking his direction.
It was that look from Kris that reminded him why this whole deal was a life-ruiner. Because, if there was anything Adam had learned about Kris while doing this damn show together and being roommates, it was that Kris was determined. You did not take Kris lightly. When he wanted something, he went after it.
Apparently, he had decided he wanted Adam. Every intense look from Kris told him so. It scared him shitless.
***
A couple hours later, after Kris had managed to rub his body against Adam suggestively and whisper how much he was looking forward to their getaway to New York - as if they had planned a little vacation together instead of going there to work - Adam began to formulate a plan. He wasn’t going to let Kris Allen get under his skin. It wasn’t right for Kris to lead him on like this. It was playing with his emotions, pure and simple. Adam didn’t like to get hurt and that’s where this was heading.
Adam decided it was time to scare the shit out of that little fucker.
He wondered briefly if his plan might be too much. He really did care about Kris. A whole lot. He might even love Kris, though it made him angry with himself to admit he’d let it happen.
But when he’d almost talked himself out of the scared-shitless route, Kris went and did it.
Really? On a bubbletweet to a half-million followers, Kris makes a “who’s on top” joke?
It was time Kristopher Neil Allen learned a lesson.
***
Adam avoided Kris’s eyes as he packed up his laptop. He knew Kris was watching him, waiting for a reaction to his blatant flirting on camera. Adam had a response already planned, but he was saving it for the back of the bus, away from prying eyes.
He strode purposefully towards the back bunks.
Kris followed closely behind, apparently sensing something was up. “You okay, Adam?” he asked. “You aren’t mad about me joking on the bubbletweet, are you? I guess I’m a little too obvious sometimes.”
Adam stopped in the aisle and turned abruptly, causing Kris to run into him. Kris started to apologize and step back, but Adam grabbed him and pushed him up against the bedframe, then kissed him, hard and insistent, plunging his tongue into Kris’s mouth and moving his hands down Kris’s backside to get a firm grip on his ass.
He expected Kris would fight the sudden intrusion.
He expected Kris would be frightened at the passion of the kiss and the obvious arousal of Adam’s body.
But that damn Kris. He was so hard to predict.
Instead of pushing Adam away or slowing things down, Kris moaned and rubbed his own very aroused body against Adam, grinding against him and working his fingers into Adam’s hair to hold him there..
It felt amazing.
Fuck. This whole plan wasn’t hatched for Adam to feel amazing. It was intended to shock Kris into realizing what he was doing and think through the logical conclusion of his actions. Which would certainly involve nudity, and orgasms, and later, regret.
So why, exactly, did Adam want this so damn much?
Adam shook himself from this plunge into ecstasy, extricating himself from Kris’s grasp. “God, Kris, we gotta stop this.”
“Why, Adam?” Kris looked into Adam’s eyes and placed a hand gently on Adam’s chest. “You know we both want this.”
“You know why, Kris.” Adam backed away, ran his fingers through his mussed up hair, and took a quick glance toward the front of the bus to be sure the others were still occupied.
Kris looked that way, too. “Oh, are you afraid we’ll get caught?” he asked, playing innocent.
“Dammit, Kris. That’s the least of my worries. You’re married and I don’t want to hurt anybody. I don’t want to get hurt myself.”
Kris nodded but kept his eyes locked on Adam’s as he moved back in, pressing their bodies together against the bunk. “I won’t hurt you,” he declared, cupping Adam’s face in his hands. “I love you. I was in denial when I married Katy and it was a terrible mistake. I’ll have to make it right, but that’s for another day. Today, I need you to answer my question and I don’t intend to give up until you do.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “I’m confused, Kris. The answer to what question? I don’t remember you asking me a question.”
Kris’s eyes were suddenly twinkling with mischief. The corners of his mouth turned up into a naughty grin that was downright irresistible and he trailed his fingers down Adam’s chest and brought them to rest on Adam’s hips suggestively. “I asked you a question in front of a whole lot of people, Adam. Have you forgotten so quickly? ‘Who’s on top?’”
Kris knew exactly where this was going.
He not only knew it. He wanted it.
Adam couldn’t fight it anymore. He leaned in this time for a kiss that said exactly what he was feeling, slow and wet and dirty. Kris melted into Adam’s body, sighing happily. The little fucker had gotten exactly what he wanted. He’d brought Adam’s defenses crashing down.
Adam nuzzled close against Kris’s neck and then tongued inside Kris’s ear, eliciting a shiver from Kris. Damn, this was going to be good. Adam was glad they weren’t far from their hotel stop for the night.
“So, Adam,” Kris murmured, “do you plan to give me that answer?”
Adam pulled Kris tight against his body and stroked his hands down Kris’s ass suggestively “Oh, I think you know exactly who’s on top.”