fic
Title: Interruptions & Chocolate Cake
Author: cheapxdate
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ontd_ai Kink-fest: Promp #39. Adam giving Kris a blowjob in the mansion and trying to hide it while Scott is in the same room. Mostly because loooool. Obvious bonus points for mentions of chocolate cake.
Disclaimer: These are real people, so I obviously don't own them.
Warning: Explicit.
“Adam, no. Cut it out! Oof.” Kris twisted away from Adam, over-estimating the size of the small twin bed and landing face first down on the floor.
Adam, laughing, peered over the edge of the mattress. “Well, you should have just said you wanted to do it on the floor.”
Pushing himself to his feet, Kris shook his head.
Kris and Adam had become roommates by coincidence, but luck, and perhaps fate, had made them compatible beyond the realm of American Idol. Even more so, their connection quickly surpassed the boundaries of friendship, despite Kris’s initial resistance.
“There’s too many people in the house,” the smaller Southern boy hissed, crossing the room and sitting on the bed opposite the one Adam currently occupied.
“Just as many people were in the house the other night when you let me put my-”
“I know,” Kris interrupted, still uncomfortable with hearing his forays into homosexuality said out loud. Though, in his defense, saying the word ‘vagina’ was still met with a deep red blush. “But everyone was already asleep.”
Adam sighed and pouted, averting his attention to a rhinestone on his sleeve. As he picked at the silver gem, his eyebrows scrunched together on his forehead.
“You’re mad at me,” Kris mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. He wanted to hold his ground, but he could already feel his resolve start to give.
“No I’m not,” Adam answered, though his detached tone was unconvincing. His eyes flicked across the room to Kris’s, then quickly back down in a gesture that immediately had his unwilling companion undone.
“You are,” Kris argued softly, standing and walking back over to where Adam sat. He sunk down onto the edge of the mattress and playfully bumped his shoulder into Adam’s.
“I’m needy,” Adam teased, his face transforming into a grin.
“You’re insatiable,” Kris corrected, his own lips breaking into a smile.
With a small laugh, Adam eased himself off the bed and down onto the floor. He gently nudged Kris’s knees apart and situated himself between his thighs. Kris swallowed hard, glancing nervously at the bedroom door.
“Relax.”
Kris rolled his eyes. There was absolutely no way he could ever feel relaxed in this situation. He had never been sexually excited by the idea of voyeurism or public sex or anything of the like. He preferred his intimacy to remain private and uninterrupted. The barrier created by the single wooden bedroom door was not enough assurance that they would be undiscovered; a very unnerving prospect.
“Relax,” Adam repeated, his fingers moving to the button of Kris’s jeans. He expertly unfastened them then tugged the zipper down.
“Maybe we shouldn’t. We could-” Kris began nervously, but his words were lost somewhere in his throat when Adam shoved his hand inside the waistband of his boxers.
Grabbing him gently, Adam pulled Kris’s length out, grinning when the sensation of the cool air on the sensitive flesh caused Kris to inhale sharply.
“You were saying?” Adam snickered, tightening his grip.
Honestly, Kris still wanted to protest. He wanted to share his fears with Adam; to make him understand. He wanted to stand up and button his pants and refuse to take things further. But he didn’t. As Adam began to stroke him, his hot breath inches from Kris’s skin, all coherent trains of thought were immediately derailed. The only vocalization he could manage was a deep groan.
Confident that Kris’s sounds were now urging him on, Adam wasted no time lowering his lips down onto Kris’s hardened cock. As he began to work his mouth up and down, Kris's handss found their way into Adam's hair. Gripping the raven strands between his fingers, he guided Adam's head, his hips rising and falling to meet his mouth in an increasingly frenzied motion.
Adam hummed, sending vibrations of pleasure through Kris’s body and he assumed the increased grip on his hair was an indication that Kris was close. A sharp tug, however, shot a sting through his scalp and he pulled back in pain.
“Shit,” Adam breathed with a lopsided grin he knew Kris loved. “Be gentle.”
His smile faded when he looked up and saw Kris’s face twisted into a grimace of fear, his eyes wide and shining with panic.
“What?” he asked, studying Kris’s frozen features.
“Shut the fuck up,” Kris whispered, his eyes glued to the bedroom door.
Heeding Kris’s instructions, Adam followed his gaze and listened.
Almost immediately, Adam heard the noise that had instilled in Kris such paralyzing fear - a faint scratching against the wooden door. Baffled as to what could be causing the sound, Adam twisted back around intent on continuing despite the distraction.
Without a word, Kris again tightened his fists in Adam’s hair, holding him in place.
“Ouch! Will you cut that shit out?” Adam growled.
There was no answer, but the jingle of the doorknob said enough, cutting through the silence of the room. Kris released Adam’s head with a gasp, his hands falling clumsily into his lap as he tried to right himself. His rushed attempts were futile, because seconds later the door slowly crept open.
At first, the end of a long metal stick was the only visual indication of any intruder, but as the rest of the cane and the subsequent owner came into view, Kris could feel the color returning to his face in full force.
“Adam? Kris?”
“Hi, Scott. I’m here,” Kris answered, his voice strangled with high pitched panic.
Scott turned towards his voice with a smile. “Oh, hey.”
Kris glared down at Adam, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead, but Adam remained silent, an evil grin dashed across his face. Kris swallowed nervously.
“What’s up?” he managed, still watching Adam.
“Not much. Allison and Lil made a chocolate cake. They were bored and somehow talk about our favorite foods came up. I mentioned I’d sell my body for moist chocolate cake and - bam. I hope I don’t have to make good on my offer. Do you want some? Of the cake I mean. Not my body.”
Kris’s ears turned a deep red and from his place on his knees Adam snickered quietly enough so that Scott couldn’t hear.
“No-no. I’m good. I’m okay. Thanks,” Kris choked, running his hands anxiously through his hair.
“It’s chocolate fudge,” Scott coaxed, his eyebrow cocked expectantly.
Kris merely sputtered incoherently.
Adam took his moment of distraction to move his own hands up Kris’s thighs and regain his grip on Kris’s softening cock. Realizing the extent of Adam’s deviousness, Kris’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Not a fan of chocolate?” Scott asked, oblivious to the scene unfolding before him.
“No, I am. I mean yes, I do like chocolate,” Kris answered, trying to stand and shift away from Adam.
Anticipating the reaction, Adam rose up on his knees, easily overpowering the smaller man and holding him against the bed. Kris shot him death stares, nodding towards the half-open door behind Scott.
“Relax,” Adam mouthed then let his tongue run slowly across his lower lip.
Despite feeling intensely embarrassed and more terrified than ever in his lifetime, Kris felt himself begin to harden underneath Adam‘s fingers. Angry by how easily his body betrayed him, Kris tried again to remove Adam’s hands, eying him pleadingly. Again he was unsuccessful.
“It’s kind of amazing really. I didn’t even think we had the ingredients for it in the house,” Scott continued with a laugh.
Kris chuckled politely but it was strained. Glaring down at Adam, he decided to fight fire with fire, using the only ammunition at his disposal.
“Katy makes an amazing chocolate cake.”
For a split-second, Adam’s face fell and Kris felt his stomach twist with regret. He knew how much it hurt Adam when he mentioned his wife and doing so in this particular position was probably a particularly low blow. However, the guilt was short-lived as Adam recovered and launched himself forward, taking Kris in his mouth with such force the head of Kris’s cock collided with the back of his throat.
The unexpected surge of pleasure caused a strangled cry to escape from between Kris’s lips.
“You alright?” Scott asked in concern, moving his cane across the carpet.
“Yes,” Kris panted, his face a bright shade of crimson. “I banged - I hit - I mean I hit my knee.”
“Ah, hate it when that happens,” Scott commiserated.
Adam continued, his head bobbing up and down rhythmically. He flicked his tongue out against the hot skin as Kris’s attempts to pull and twist away lessened and his hips began moving in time with Adam‘s movements. Victory was near.
Kris, on the other hand, was dealing with overwhelming panic and self-disgust. Despite his best attempts to be unaffected by the things Adam was doing to him with his mouth, his body was reacting in a very different way then his brain. His ears were warm with humiliation, yet he bucked up from the mattress greedily. All the while, Scott stood there making small talk about chocolate cake, the door propped open a few feet behind him. If it were anyone but himself in this situation it would probably be ridiculously hilarious.
“So, you’re sure no cake?” Scott asked, turning towards the door
“I’m sure. Thanks again though,” Kris managed, closing his eyes and silently wishing the conversation would end there.
From his place between Kris’s knees, Adam couldn’t help but smile. Even in this compromising position, Kris remained ever the gentleman. It was one of Kris’s many attributes that Adam both admired and adored. Now if only he could get the guy to relax a bit more and take a few risks things would be perfect. Redoubling his efforts, he gripped the base of Kris’s cock and began pumping his hand upward to meet his mouth on the way down.
“More for me,” Scott joked. “If you see Adam let him know, though I doubt they’ll be any left before long.” And leaving Kris with the ironic message, after stumbling into the door frame, he stepped out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him.
Whether it was the staggering sensation alone or the tremendous sense of relief that racked his body, Kris suddenly felt himself teetering over the edge. Despite his anger with Adam and the rather uncomfortable situation he had forced him to endure, the only thing he was currently able of focusing on was the sparks of pleasure beginning to ignite his every nerve.
Gently this time, he wove his fingers through Adam’s hair, his breath becoming ragged pants as he lifted off the bed and forced himself deeper. It only took two and a half of these greedy thrusts before the air exploded from his lungs and he came, hard, squeezing his eyelids shut against the blinding spots of color that burst before his eyes.
Exhausted, mentally and physically, he let himself collapse back against the bed. A bead of sweat rolled slowly down across his temple, but he was too tired to wipe it away.
Adam’s laugh was loud and uncontrollable as he pulled himself up onto the mattress. He laid down next to Kris clutching his stomach.
“Your face,” he snorted. “Priceless! ‘It’s chocolate fudge!’”
Tears streaked down Adam’s cheeks as his body shook with laughter. Kris reached over and punched him in the arm, but couldn’t help the his own giggle from erupting. Looking back, the whole ordeal was pretty unbelievable.
After they had quieted down, Adam rolled onto his side and watched the side of Kris’s face. His eyes were closed and his lips parted as he basked in the after-glow of their activities.
“Tell me, Kris. What would you sell your body for?” Adam asked quietly, referring to Scott’s earlier admission.
Kris inhaled and opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling a moment before answering.
“Me and you - the top two. The only ones in this house.”
Adam nodded in agreement. “I want that too.”
He pushed himself up off the mattress. Standing in front of the bed, he reached his hand out for Kris.
“Come on. I’ve got the strangest craving for a piece of chocolate cake,” he chuckled.
"What if Scott see's both of us leaving the room?" Kris asked seriously and sat up.
Adam studied his face for a moment before breaking out into another fit of laughter. "Sees us? Really, Kris?"
Kris rolled his eyes, but took Adam’s hand and allowed him to pull him up off the bed.
There was only one downside to the final two scenario Kris could see and it was reflected in the activities of the afternoon. When it came to the two of them, Adam always won. With a sigh of resignation, he smiled at Adam and followed his companion and competition out of the room.
[Well…we all know what happens. *dun* *dun* *dun* IRONY.]
Author: cheapxdate
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ontd_ai Kink-fest: Promp #39. Adam giving Kris a blowjob in the mansion and trying to hide it while Scott is in the same room. Mostly because loooool. Obvious bonus points for mentions of chocolate cake.
Disclaimer: These are real people, so I obviously don't own them.
Warning: Explicit.
“Adam, no. Cut it out! Oof.” Kris twisted away from Adam, over-estimating the size of the small twin bed and landing face first down on the floor.
Adam, laughing, peered over the edge of the mattress. “Well, you should have just said you wanted to do it on the floor.”
Pushing himself to his feet, Kris shook his head.
Kris and Adam had become roommates by coincidence, but luck, and perhaps fate, had made them compatible beyond the realm of American Idol. Even more so, their connection quickly surpassed the boundaries of friendship, despite Kris’s initial resistance.
“There’s too many people in the house,” the smaller Southern boy hissed, crossing the room and sitting on the bed opposite the one Adam currently occupied.
“Just as many people were in the house the other night when you let me put my-”
“I know,” Kris interrupted, still uncomfortable with hearing his forays into homosexuality said out loud. Though, in his defense, saying the word ‘vagina’ was still met with a deep red blush. “But everyone was already asleep.”
Adam sighed and pouted, averting his attention to a rhinestone on his sleeve. As he picked at the silver gem, his eyebrows scrunched together on his forehead.
“You’re mad at me,” Kris mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. He wanted to hold his ground, but he could already feel his resolve start to give.
“No I’m not,” Adam answered, though his detached tone was unconvincing. His eyes flicked across the room to Kris’s, then quickly back down in a gesture that immediately had his unwilling companion undone.
“You are,” Kris argued softly, standing and walking back over to where Adam sat. He sunk down onto the edge of the mattress and playfully bumped his shoulder into Adam’s.
“I’m needy,” Adam teased, his face transforming into a grin.
“You’re insatiable,” Kris corrected, his own lips breaking into a smile.
With a small laugh, Adam eased himself off the bed and down onto the floor. He gently nudged Kris’s knees apart and situated himself between his thighs. Kris swallowed hard, glancing nervously at the bedroom door.
“Relax.”
Kris rolled his eyes. There was absolutely no way he could ever feel relaxed in this situation. He had never been sexually excited by the idea of voyeurism or public sex or anything of the like. He preferred his intimacy to remain private and uninterrupted. The barrier created by the single wooden bedroom door was not enough assurance that they would be undiscovered; a very unnerving prospect.
“Relax,” Adam repeated, his fingers moving to the button of Kris’s jeans. He expertly unfastened them then tugged the zipper down.
“Maybe we shouldn’t. We could-” Kris began nervously, but his words were lost somewhere in his throat when Adam shoved his hand inside the waistband of his boxers.
Grabbing him gently, Adam pulled Kris’s length out, grinning when the sensation of the cool air on the sensitive flesh caused Kris to inhale sharply.
“You were saying?” Adam snickered, tightening his grip.
Honestly, Kris still wanted to protest. He wanted to share his fears with Adam; to make him understand. He wanted to stand up and button his pants and refuse to take things further. But he didn’t. As Adam began to stroke him, his hot breath inches from Kris’s skin, all coherent trains of thought were immediately derailed. The only vocalization he could manage was a deep groan.
Confident that Kris’s sounds were now urging him on, Adam wasted no time lowering his lips down onto Kris’s hardened cock. As he began to work his mouth up and down, Kris's handss found their way into Adam's hair. Gripping the raven strands between his fingers, he guided Adam's head, his hips rising and falling to meet his mouth in an increasingly frenzied motion.
Adam hummed, sending vibrations of pleasure through Kris’s body and he assumed the increased grip on his hair was an indication that Kris was close. A sharp tug, however, shot a sting through his scalp and he pulled back in pain.
“Shit,” Adam breathed with a lopsided grin he knew Kris loved. “Be gentle.”
His smile faded when he looked up and saw Kris’s face twisted into a grimace of fear, his eyes wide and shining with panic.
“What?” he asked, studying Kris’s frozen features.
“Shut the fuck up,” Kris whispered, his eyes glued to the bedroom door.
Heeding Kris’s instructions, Adam followed his gaze and listened.
Almost immediately, Adam heard the noise that had instilled in Kris such paralyzing fear - a faint scratching against the wooden door. Baffled as to what could be causing the sound, Adam twisted back around intent on continuing despite the distraction.
Without a word, Kris again tightened his fists in Adam’s hair, holding him in place.
“Ouch! Will you cut that shit out?” Adam growled.
There was no answer, but the jingle of the doorknob said enough, cutting through the silence of the room. Kris released Adam’s head with a gasp, his hands falling clumsily into his lap as he tried to right himself. His rushed attempts were futile, because seconds later the door slowly crept open.
At first, the end of a long metal stick was the only visual indication of any intruder, but as the rest of the cane and the subsequent owner came into view, Kris could feel the color returning to his face in full force.
“Adam? Kris?”
“Hi, Scott. I’m here,” Kris answered, his voice strangled with high pitched panic.
Scott turned towards his voice with a smile. “Oh, hey.”
Kris glared down at Adam, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead, but Adam remained silent, an evil grin dashed across his face. Kris swallowed nervously.
“What’s up?” he managed, still watching Adam.
“Not much. Allison and Lil made a chocolate cake. They were bored and somehow talk about our favorite foods came up. I mentioned I’d sell my body for moist chocolate cake and - bam. I hope I don’t have to make good on my offer. Do you want some? Of the cake I mean. Not my body.”
Kris’s ears turned a deep red and from his place on his knees Adam snickered quietly enough so that Scott couldn’t hear.
“No-no. I’m good. I’m okay. Thanks,” Kris choked, running his hands anxiously through his hair.
“It’s chocolate fudge,” Scott coaxed, his eyebrow cocked expectantly.
Kris merely sputtered incoherently.
Adam took his moment of distraction to move his own hands up Kris’s thighs and regain his grip on Kris’s softening cock. Realizing the extent of Adam’s deviousness, Kris’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Not a fan of chocolate?” Scott asked, oblivious to the scene unfolding before him.
“No, I am. I mean yes, I do like chocolate,” Kris answered, trying to stand and shift away from Adam.
Anticipating the reaction, Adam rose up on his knees, easily overpowering the smaller man and holding him against the bed. Kris shot him death stares, nodding towards the half-open door behind Scott.
“Relax,” Adam mouthed then let his tongue run slowly across his lower lip.
Despite feeling intensely embarrassed and more terrified than ever in his lifetime, Kris felt himself begin to harden underneath Adam‘s fingers. Angry by how easily his body betrayed him, Kris tried again to remove Adam’s hands, eying him pleadingly. Again he was unsuccessful.
“It’s kind of amazing really. I didn’t even think we had the ingredients for it in the house,” Scott continued with a laugh.
Kris chuckled politely but it was strained. Glaring down at Adam, he decided to fight fire with fire, using the only ammunition at his disposal.
“Katy makes an amazing chocolate cake.”
For a split-second, Adam’s face fell and Kris felt his stomach twist with regret. He knew how much it hurt Adam when he mentioned his wife and doing so in this particular position was probably a particularly low blow. However, the guilt was short-lived as Adam recovered and launched himself forward, taking Kris in his mouth with such force the head of Kris’s cock collided with the back of his throat.
The unexpected surge of pleasure caused a strangled cry to escape from between Kris’s lips.
“You alright?” Scott asked in concern, moving his cane across the carpet.
“Yes,” Kris panted, his face a bright shade of crimson. “I banged - I hit - I mean I hit my knee.”
“Ah, hate it when that happens,” Scott commiserated.
Adam continued, his head bobbing up and down rhythmically. He flicked his tongue out against the hot skin as Kris’s attempts to pull and twist away lessened and his hips began moving in time with Adam‘s movements. Victory was near.
Kris, on the other hand, was dealing with overwhelming panic and self-disgust. Despite his best attempts to be unaffected by the things Adam was doing to him with his mouth, his body was reacting in a very different way then his brain. His ears were warm with humiliation, yet he bucked up from the mattress greedily. All the while, Scott stood there making small talk about chocolate cake, the door propped open a few feet behind him. If it were anyone but himself in this situation it would probably be ridiculously hilarious.
“So, you’re sure no cake?” Scott asked, turning towards the door
“I’m sure. Thanks again though,” Kris managed, closing his eyes and silently wishing the conversation would end there.
From his place between Kris’s knees, Adam couldn’t help but smile. Even in this compromising position, Kris remained ever the gentleman. It was one of Kris’s many attributes that Adam both admired and adored. Now if only he could get the guy to relax a bit more and take a few risks things would be perfect. Redoubling his efforts, he gripped the base of Kris’s cock and began pumping his hand upward to meet his mouth on the way down.
“More for me,” Scott joked. “If you see Adam let him know, though I doubt they’ll be any left before long.” And leaving Kris with the ironic message, after stumbling into the door frame, he stepped out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him.
Whether it was the staggering sensation alone or the tremendous sense of relief that racked his body, Kris suddenly felt himself teetering over the edge. Despite his anger with Adam and the rather uncomfortable situation he had forced him to endure, the only thing he was currently able of focusing on was the sparks of pleasure beginning to ignite his every nerve.
Gently this time, he wove his fingers through Adam’s hair, his breath becoming ragged pants as he lifted off the bed and forced himself deeper. It only took two and a half of these greedy thrusts before the air exploded from his lungs and he came, hard, squeezing his eyelids shut against the blinding spots of color that burst before his eyes.
Exhausted, mentally and physically, he let himself collapse back against the bed. A bead of sweat rolled slowly down across his temple, but he was too tired to wipe it away.
Adam’s laugh was loud and uncontrollable as he pulled himself up onto the mattress. He laid down next to Kris clutching his stomach.
“Your face,” he snorted. “Priceless! ‘It’s chocolate fudge!’”
Tears streaked down Adam’s cheeks as his body shook with laughter. Kris reached over and punched him in the arm, but couldn’t help the his own giggle from erupting. Looking back, the whole ordeal was pretty unbelievable.
After they had quieted down, Adam rolled onto his side and watched the side of Kris’s face. His eyes were closed and his lips parted as he basked in the after-glow of their activities.
“Tell me, Kris. What would you sell your body for?” Adam asked quietly, referring to Scott’s earlier admission.
Kris inhaled and opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling a moment before answering.
“Me and you - the top two. The only ones in this house.”
Adam nodded in agreement. “I want that too.”
He pushed himself up off the mattress. Standing in front of the bed, he reached his hand out for Kris.
“Come on. I’ve got the strangest craving for a piece of chocolate cake,” he chuckled.
"What if Scott see's both of us leaving the room?" Kris asked seriously and sat up.
Adam studied his face for a moment before breaking out into another fit of laughter. "Sees us? Really, Kris?"
Kris rolled his eyes, but took Adam’s hand and allowed him to pull him up off the bed.
There was only one downside to the final two scenario Kris could see and it was reflected in the activities of the afternoon. When it came to the two of them, Adam always won. With a sigh of resignation, he smiled at Adam and followed his companion and competition out of the room.
[Well…we all know what happens. *dun* *dun* *dun* IRONY.]